Rock My Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove

I raise my hand to his engorged cock, stroking up and down, from the tip to the base. He snarls and his eyes fixate on my other hand, the one that slides down my body, probing at my pussy.

I jerk my hand around his cock in time with my stroking, getting faster and faster, driven by the way his carnal grunts fill the air. I’ve never seen him like this, his hard body throbbing, his breathing getting louder and louder.

“On… your… beautiful… fucking… tits…”

I sit up and change the angle of his cock, no longer having to wonder if I’m doing it right. He’s staring at my breasts like he wants to set them on fire.

Or maybe he’s already on fire. Maybe we both are.

His cock is slick with his precome, my hand slipping up and down, and then – as he makes a captivating animal snarling noise – hot come erupts from his tip and splashes against my breasts.

His moans are the best, the way they turn hollow like he can’t believe how good it feels.

He stumbles back, gazing down at me.

“Rub it into those tits. Make them shine for me.”

My hands snap to obey his commands, moving over my breasts, smoothing his sticky come all over my flesh.

He stares at me for a long moment, as if he can’t look away.

“Look at them,” he snarls. “Your body is perfect. Everything about you is perfect. I think it’s time I told you. I can’t hold it back. Not now.”

“Told me what?” I whisper.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Aaron

We’re sitting on the balcony again but on the couch this time, the flickering firelight not far away. We’ve already cleaned ourselves up after what we did in the living room, but my hunger has returned with even more force.

I cradle her in my arms, softly kissing her cheek, focusing hard not to snap and maul her.

I can’t stop thinking about the way her tits looked, glistening with my come, her perky nipples shining, a gorgeous vein sliding across one of her breasts.

“Aaron?” she murmurs.

I snapped when she told me she was a virgin. My mind hazed over. My seed needed to escape, and it feels the same now, every time I replay her admission in my mind.

A virgin, my virgin.

Nobody else is ever going to touch her.

“Here’s the truth,” I snarl. “It’s going to sound crazy. But here it is. The second I saw you standing backstage, I wanted you, Billie. No, I needed you. I needed to claim your young curvy body. I needed to fuck your tight slit. I needed to suck on your nipples and lick your needy little clit until you creamed for me. Physically, I needed you – need you – more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But it’s more than that. It’s…”

“Aaron?” she whispers, tensing up in my arms.

“I need to have a life with you,” I tell her.

There’s no going back now, and my words rush ahead, deep and husky, as she lets out a gasp of disbelief.

“The second I saw you, I knew I had to get you pregnant. I knew I had to claim you for the rest of our lives. I knew you were the woman for me. I knew that I’d die miserably if I wasn’t with you, Billie. I knew all of that, right away, like a song, like one of those movies you mentioned. And even if I understood how unlikely this feeling was – how little sense it made – I didn’t, I don’t care. When you told me you’re a virgin, that sealed it. You belong to me. No other man is ever going to touch you. Never. Do you understand me?”

There’s a pause. Her grip has loosened on my arm. I wish we were facing each other, but I’m also glad we’re not. It means I don’t have to see the regret in her eyes and I don’t have to watch as she summons the courage to tell me she doesn’t feel the same.

She weeps softly, shifting against me.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I understand, Aaron. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

I stand up so fast, swoop her into me, and spin her around so we’re facing each other. She giggles as she stares up at me, even as tears glimmer in her eyes.

“You feel the same?” I snarl, grabbing hold of her hips.

She nods. “I want it all. A family. To be yours. A future. Do you mean it? You honestly don’t care that I’m a virgin?”

“I care,” I growl. “It’s a good thing. It means you’ll only ever be mine.”

She leans forward on her tiptoes and I lean down, and we dissolve into the most passionate kiss we’ve shared yet. Her words drive my arms around her, make me squeeze her tightly against me, as I think about the fact she feels the same.