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

The whole time he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

When he was fully covered (the condom was fully unrolled by the time it got to his swelling base – never had that happen before in my limited experience), he braced himself on one forearm and gently touched my drenched lower lips with the fingers of his other hand, stroking me softly.

I cried out as an wave of pleasure seized my entire body.

He stopped and peered into my face. “Are you okay?”

I just wanted to scream, Please, for the love of God, PUT IT IN NOW!

But I held back.

“Uh huh,” I gasped.

He leaned over and kissed me, deep, slow, and sensual, as his fingers guided the tip of his shaft inside me.

I came immediately.

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I might have screamed. I’m not sure – I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

It was probably more like a really loud, sustained moan, and a few semi-coherent ‘Oh God oh God’s’ thrown in for good measure.

I’m not a girl who orgasms easily. I had sex for the first time when I was 17, but I never actually had an orgasm until I was with my second college boyfriend. I had them occasionally after that. The few I did have were pleasant and stress-relieving.

They were nothing like this.

To tell the truth, I’m not actually sure anymore I’d ever had a real orgasm before this.

It was like a wave of sensual electricity jolted me from my very center. My body shuddered from my toes to the top of my head, and contractions in the core of my body filled me with incredible pleasure.

After it was all over and I opened my eyes (actually I think they were rolled back in my head), I saw Connor looking down at me with a grin.

“Wow, you’re responsive,” he teased. “And that was just the tip.”

I blushed a deep red. I was a little embarrassed, to tell the truth. I think I was so incredibly turned on – by him, by the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, by his gorgeous… you know – that just the slightest bit was enough to send me over the edge.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

He laughed. “For what?”

I smiled in spite of myself. If a guy comes quick… eh, not so good. I guess when a woman comes quick, she feels good, and the guy gets his ego stroked.

Suddenly he looked concerned. “Can you go on?”

I was pretty sensitive down there… but the feel of his muscular body on top of me was rapidly making me want more.

I nodded. “Just… go slow at first,” I whispered.

“Okay,” he nodded, and leaned over and kissed me again.

It was wonderful. As his velvety tongue slowly penetrated me, he started to rock his hips backwards and forwards the tiniest bit, so that his shaft did the same between my legs.

Oh my God.

Just the fact that it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt in my life… that was pretty amazing, and an incredible turn-on.

And the pressure – the sense of fullness, the incredible stimulation from his girth – well, I pretty much forgot about wanting it slow.

I just wanted more.

NOW.

I gasped as long, slow waves of pleasure started rolling through me again.

He paused to look at me.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He grinned. “But are you – ”

“DON’T STOP.”

He laughed, bent down and kissed me again, deep and soft and probing, and continued to slowly enter me.

Like I said, he would rock his hips back and forth. A little bit more inside me, then pull back the tiniest bit… then a little bit more, then pull back… two steps forward, one step back.

As the pressure increased down there, and as I started to get sensations deeper than I’d ever felt before, I thought, Okay, surely it’s all the way in now.

And then he would keep sliding in deeper.

At one point he paused longer than usual and I thought, Okay, surely THAT’S it. It HAS to be in all the way now.

But no – he just eased himself out a little bit, then continued further in.

It. was. INCREDIBLE.

The sensations were building and intensifying as his shaft got thicker and thicker towards the base.

Even more than that, I felt this incredible fullness, this overwhelming sense of being filled up all the way through my body.

I began to moan and rock my hips against his, angling my pelvis to get more pressure here, more sensation there.

Slowly, slowly, he began to pull out of me – almost all the way.

I whimpered, afraid to lose the sensation.

Then he pushed inside again.

Out, then in. Out, then in.

Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my entire body.

He started to go faster. The gentle rhythm became thrusts – harder, more insistent.

I could feel the tension building inside me again – but deeper. He was touching me in places I’d never felt before.