Rock My Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove

“You horny girl,” he growls, as he pulls his pants down and exposes his giant cock, a large vein running up one side.

In real life, I’m not even sure I’d be able to take him. He’s just so big.

But in my fantasy – as I stroke my clit faster, fiercer – I bend over and reach back, grip his massive shaft and guide his engorged head to my entrance. He snarls and pushes in deeper, and I rock with him, slide down his length, and buck my hips.

His powerful body crashes into mine over and over, his cock thundering into me until there’s nothing we can do but explode together.

I shiver and my legs tremble. I bite down, as a moan tries to escape me. The orgasm makes my core tingle and then start to pulse, as wetness flows out of me, wave upon wave of sticky desire.

I let out a croak and lie back, removing my hands from my panties. I feel sore, but not contended.

It’s like my body is telling me I need the real thing, I need Aaron, the man I abandoned without meaning to.

Did the kiss mean anything to him? Or was it just a spur-of-the-moment thing?

Maybe he’s already forgotten about it. I’ve never heard about him getting with any women backstage, groupies, anything like that. But maybe he just knows how to keep it quiet.

I lie back, staring up at the ceiling as my hands slide across my middle. As sleep tugs at me, I tell myself there’s a baby inside of me, his baby. He won’t think I’m crazy for wanting it.

Because I tell myself he wants it just as badly.

I sink deeper, into sleep, and dream of my man and our future.

CHAPTER FOUR

Aaron

“I don’t usually let stuff like this happen.”

The security guard is stroking his hand along his chin, staring at the footage from last night. Twelve hours, that’s how long I lasted in my effort to try and resist the urge to find her, my woman.

But then my resolve snapped, clean in half, and I sped across the city before they had a chance to erase the security footage.

“I guess the janitor wanted a free show for his daughter. I know him.”

“Andy Wilde,” I respond not needing to know his name.

The security guard flinches and looks up at me. He’s an older man, his skin wrinkled, but his eyes are perceptive as he stares at me. “How’d you know that? You physic?”

I swallow, shaking my head as I stare at the screen.

It’s Andy, the man who told me to go fuck myself, the man who thinks I ruined his life.

And the woman of my dreams is his...

I can hardly believe it. I can hardly think it, admit it.

It’s his daughter.

She’s right there on the security footage, with her black dress and her auburn hair all wavy and messy around her shoulders. She’s got those same wide eyes and that same captivating body.

I knew Andy had a kid. We’d still been on speaking terms when she was born.

Why does it have to be her?

“Thank you,” I tell the security guard, turning away.

I stride into the early-morning chill of the parking lot, clenching and unclenching my fists, thinking about how unlikely this is. It had to be her, of all possible people.

The woman who awoke a volcano of need inside of me.

And she’s my friend’s, my enemy’s – hell, I don’t even know how to describe Andy. She’s Andy’s daughter.

That makes her nineteen, a woman, free to make her own decisions.

But Andy won’t see it that way. I doubt Janet will either.

Would I have kissed her if I’d known who she was?

The answer is yes, fuck yes, without a doubt. Which means I have to fight for her. I have to find her, at the very least.

Billie, I remember. Her name is Billie.

The security guard showed me something interesting.

Andy was the one who led Billie out of the venue. She clearly wanted to stay, judging from the way she was waving her hands at him. I can’t think why Andy would bring his daughter here in the first place, especially to see me. I didn’t even know he worked here.

I drop behind the wheel of my car, lean back, and try to make sense of this. Any time I try to approach the topic reasonably, I start thinking about the kiss, the feel of her body, the way she whimpered.

Billie, my Billie.

I should stay as far away from her as possible. Her father may have brought her here, but he also dragged her away from the concert.

It’s possible he saw us kissing. If he did, it would only make him hate me even more.

Andy was always a sanctimonious ass, but I wouldn’t be able to blame him here. She’s his daughter.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” I whisper.