Rock Me Hard (The Rock Star's Seduction 1)

Again, I was suddenly shy. I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, like I was asking permission.

He stared down at me with an urgent look on his face, like What are you waiting for?!

I reached out and slowly touched it, softly grazing my fingers along it.

It jumped in my hand, expanding with a spasm.

Connor groaned.

His reaction overcame any remaining hesitance I had.

I began to brush my fingers across it, softly, amazed at the burning heat from it – and from the silky softness of the skin over the rock hardness beneath.

I encircled the massive girth with my fingers. I was right – I could just barely get my hand around it.

I began to softly stroke it, up and down, up and down.

Connor was moaning, and every sound he made doubled and tripled my own desire.

A drop of clear liquid beaded at the tip of the massive head. I moved my palm over it and used his natural lubrication to wet my fingers, then began to softly caress him again.

The slipperiness made it even more sensual – the soft pull of his flesh against mine.

Connor was groaning non-stop by now.

I leaned in and kissed the shaft. The heat seemed to scald my lips – but I wanted more.

I began to run my tongue up and down the underside, lightly at first, then wetter and heavier, from just beneath his head all the way down to the base.

He was whimpering now.

I pulled the shaft down away from his body – it was so long! – and hesitantly, a little fearfully, took him inside my mouth.

I almost came just from the touch of his skin on my tongue.

He tasted salty and sweet – far better than anyone else I had ever done this with.

I moved my mouth forward – not far. He was so big, I was a little scared of trying to do too much at once. I just decided to enjoy myself, figuring if I was having fun, he was pretty much guaranteed to.

I sucked softly, moving my head slowly back and forth, feeling the firm swell of him against my tongue, the silky softness of the head tickling the roof of my mouth. All the while, both my hands ran up and down his shaft, encircling him, sliding softly and sensuously, taking some of the wetness from my mouth and using it to make my touch linger up and down his incredible length, using my fingernails to tease and tickle various other spots.

The more I just concentrated on enjoying him in my mouth, the more and more turned on I got. I could feel myself dripping down there as I took him in, enveloping him, possessing him with my mouth.

From his groans and moans, I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he lost it.

As I was deciding on what to do – I’m not a big fan of keeping my mouth in place when the guy crosses the finish line, shall we say – I suddenly felt his hands on my shoulders.

I tensed up because I don’t like it when a guy puts his hands on the back of my head and forces me onto him. I just don’t. I want to be in control.

And with a guy this big, I was kind of afraid.

But he didn’t do that.

He pushed me away from him.

The head of his shaft pulled away from my lips, and it was my turn to look up at him in surprise.

He stared down at me, and I had to catch my breath at how animalistic he looked. Almost angry, definitely in pain.

“I need you NOW,” he whispered, deep and rumbling and full of need.

I gasped and nodded as he pulled me up to my feet.

From there it was all kind of a blur. His fingers pulled at my skirt, rough and insistent. I undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could. As I pulled it off him, I caught my breath. His skin was perfect and flawless. His muscles were sculpted like an underwear model’s, from his sizeable pecs to bulging biceps to his washboard stomach. He had just the right amount of chest hair – and the most delicious happy trail from below his waist up to his belly button.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, giving me a good look at his powerful, athletic legs and perfect calves.

The last thing to go were my panties. He kneeled down in front of me, kissing and licking my breasts on the way down, hooked his fingers through them, and pulled them as fast as he could down my thighs.

I have to say, I was a little embarrassed how wet they were… soaking wet. But I don’t think he minded. He was intent on one thing: getting me down on the carpet

He pulled at my hand, and I sank down in front of him, his naked skin pressed against mine. I trembled as he kissed me deeply and cupped my ass in his hands, grinding my body into his. All the while I could feel that massive, thick shaft pressed against my belly, scorching me with its heat.

He gently lowered me onto my back as I straightened my legs. The carpet was soft as a bed beneath me.

He began to move –

“Condom,” I managed to choke out.

He nodded tersely, grabbed his pants like a man possessed, and a few seconds later I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. I watched, hypnotized, as he placed it over the swelling head of his unit – and I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and unrolled it, slowly, inch by inch down his giant shaft. It look a little while.