Brock's Leading Lady

by ChaShiree M.

  “Jasper and Railynn, I would like for you to meet Delta and her little sister River.” Walking to the side of the kids I look at Delta and say, “Delta, these are my precious gems. My golden nuggets if you will.” Ruffling Jasper’s hair, I already know what he is going to say, and he doesn’t disappoint. He moves my hand off his head and growls in his little kid’s voice.

  “Daaad, I am not a nugget.” I chuckle patting him on the back.

  “You will always be my nugget little man.” Glancing over, I notice that Rai is simply staring at them. Delta, obviously used to dealing with kids, gets down on her haunches and simply says, “I am so happy to meet you both. I see your dad didn’t lie when he told me about you both.”

  Rai steps forward first. “What did he say?” she asks, head cocked as if she is preparing to shoot it down.

  “Well, he said you were the most beautiful little girl in the world. I would have to say I agree with him. You look like a little Princess.” This is exactly what Rai wanted to hear, she smiles her great big infectious smile and hugs Delta. For a moment, I want to pull Rai back from her, not used to seeing other people with their hands on my kids. Not even their other nanny. I gather myself, however, aware that with what Delta is going to be to them, I have to become accustomed to this. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

  “Say, do you like Sofia the First?” River bends down to ask Railynn.

  “That is all she watches. That and Doc McStuffins. Over and over again.” Jasper walks up to her rolling his eyes as he complains about his sister’s TV habits.

  “I bet as the best big brother, you let her watch it too. Don’t you?” I stifle a chuckle as he puffs his chest out. He takes his role as big brother very seriously.

  “I do. Although I hate it.”

  “Well, what do you like to watch?” Looking over at Delta, I can see her face etched with love for her sister. She sneaks a glance at me, and I nod my head at her, letting her know I am impressed with the job she has done with River. We stare at one another a bit longer, the connection to bold and thick to break. When she licks her lips as she begins to blush, I stop myself from adjusting my cock, aware that we are surrounded by young ones right now.

  “I like Puppy Dog Pals and Miles from Tomorrowland.” The excitement in his voice shocks me momentarily. My son is not one for showing how he feels one way or another. So, to have him, obviously so enthused by someone taking an interest in him, makes me feel almost, lacking. Like I haven’t been doing enough.

  “I love Miles. It is my favorite. I tell you what, while your sister is watching her shows, why don't you come into my room and watch yours. Whether I am here or not. How does that sound?” This girl is quickly becoming my favorite person. It is not every day you find teens, as in tune and non-selfish as she is. Her apparent care for smaller kids is beautiful. It is causing my protectiveness to liven up a bit. She obviously has a soft heart and people nowadays will take advantage of it and obliterate it.

  “Really?!? I can do that?”

  “Absolutely!!” She holds her hand out to shake it and he looks at it for a moment before launching himself at her and hugging her. I stumble back a second, completely knocked off axis, but pleased, nonetheless.

  Just then, Rai walks over to me and puts her hand in mine pulling me down to her eye level. “I really like them, daddy. I think they are going to be nice to us. Is it ok if I like them a lot?” Looking into my baby girl's eyes, I can see the concern she has for liking someone who is not her mom. I don’t believe she remembers Karinna, but she knows she had one and as with all the little kids, she is hoping hers comes back. Liking someone else might stop that in her mind. It pisses me off to see my kids hurt by someone who was supposed to love them. I want to wrap them in my arms and tell them they never have to worry about any of this, but that is not how the real-world works. So, instead, I look my little Princess in her eyes and tell her, “Baby, it is more than ok if you like them. Even a lot. I hope you love them actually. Them moving in here makes them a part of this family. So, caring for someone in this family is perfect.” she wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her, squeezing her so tight. There is nothing in this world more important than my children.

  I barely put her down to finish their dinner when my front door opens. Shit! I forgot my brother is coming to get the kids for the night. They love to stay on his farm a couple times a week and help him take care of the animals. If I am being honest, he is a great uncle. Patient, kind and affectionate. Surprising considering, he is a surly son of a bitch to everyone else.

  “Well hello!” I look up and see him pulling his hat off bowing to Delta and River. What the fuck? He reaches his hand out to take Delta’s hand and my body lights up. Charging over to them, I grab her hand in mine, before he reaches it.

  “MINE!” I growl at him, not caring at the moment that my kids and her sister are watching.

  “Calm down.” He laughs holding his hands up. “I was simply being a gentleman and saying hello to these beautiful ladies I have never seen before. Perhaps if you were more polite, you’d introduce them.” Asshole. Delta giggles into her hand. I smirk at her letting her know I heard that. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “we will see how hard it is for you to stifle the noise you will make later tonight.” I lick her neck watching her quiver, before turning back to my brother who is busy talking to Jasper. Not letting go of Delta’s hand, I mumble out an introduction.

  “This is Delta. The kids’ new nanny.” Is all I get out right now not wanting to go into details with my kids so close by. “This is her little sister River. They just moved in today.” There. That’s all he gets.

  “That’s right I forgot about Lucy. I am Brock’s little brother Jesse. It’s a pleasure. Well, if my two little farmhands are ready, I need to get back. I am meeting with a new housekeeper today and need to make sure everything is ready to test her out.” The kids run upstairs to change into their ‘farm clothes’ and come back down. They hug Delta, River, and me before leaving. Once the house is once again quiet, I turn to the girls.

  “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes if you don’t mind setting the table.”

  “I have a study group today, remember,” River says to her sister.

  “Oh right! Ok….”

  “Armando will be your driver now. He will take you where you want to go and bring you home safely.” I should probably feel something, like guilt for interrupting Delta as she tries to handle the situation, but I figure now was a good a time as any to show them how it is going to be.

  “Brock, I don’t think that is necessary. She has been taking the bus and train so….”

  “Well, that is over. He is outside waiting for you.” I don’t bother saying anything else. Some fire, rains into Delta’s face as she shoots daggers at me.

  “Well, I am going to go. Thank you for everything Brock.” She jets out the door like her legs are on fire. The moment the door is shut, I walk back into the kitchen, just needing a moment. Food is the last thing on my mind. The moment I realized we were going to be alone my whole trajectory changed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m hungry. Food is no longer on the menu. My hands on the counter as I catch my breath and breath in through my nose. I can feel the vein in my neck jumping as the tension in my body begins to build.

  “Mr…” Immediately, I push off from the counter and saunter directly in front of her, her face to my chest.

  “Don’t finish that statement. Don’t even think about finishing that bullshit mister. I will not tell you again to call me Brock. As a matter of fact, I demand you yell it while I am destroying your tight little kitty,” I say to her, licking my lips as I smell her fear and desire mix together. “Go upstairs to the room and take off everything but your bra and panties. Lay back on the bed and wait for me.” She begins to shake as she whimpers in the back of her throat. “Go baby. I don’t like waiting.” I pat her ass and push her toward the stairs. I hope she is ready. She’s in my show now.

  Chapter 6

/>   Delta

  There are so many emotions flowing through me right now and I don't know which one to address. I am feeling admiration, indignation, lust and plan old fashioned crush. Seeing him, with his kids, was so fucking hot. It is not every day you find a man who is so patient and sweet with their kids. Especially not ones as successful as he is. Let’s be serious, my ovaries were doing a strip for him. I know. I am so screwed. Which makes what he did after so much more upsetting. Ordering a driver for my sister was too much. What seventeen-year-old needs a driver? I mean I know the spoiled rich girls have one, but we are so far from either of those things and despite his very sweet insistence that we are part of his family now, I don’t want River turning into one of ‘those girls’ and for all I know, this is temporary.

  I genuinely don’t know how to handle this. Granted, I should be more focused on the kids but hey, I did tell you I didn’t feel like myself. Case in point; I meant to castigate him for getting River a driver without asking me and interrupting me when I tried to interject, but the minute he got in my face and I inhaled his scent I became, affected, if you will. Now here I am, upstairs in his bedroom removing my clothes like he told me too and I don’t feel the least bit reticent about it. My hands, trembling and sweaty, as I unbutton my shirt. I am panting, needing him to touch me somewhere. Lying on the bed, I am not sure what to do with my arms and legs. Should I open them? Keep them closed? Oh God! What am I doing? I can feel the doubt setting in. I begin to get up when his voice stops me.

  “Sweet Jesus! Look at you. Open your legs, little Delta. Let me see how much you want me.” Is this what women in cults that have been brainwashed feel like? Dizzy, drugged, not in control. I feel my legs fall apart, like an out of body experience. The thing is my whole body is alive right now. My face feels itchy, lit up if you will down to my neck. The air is barely coming in and out. Goosebumps break out across my chest as my nipples point right at his mouth. I find myself moaning, simply feeling his intense gaze roaming all over my body. My eyes do their own roam of his incredible physique and I feel like a panting dog. The man is a GOD. His chest is ripped, complete with at least an eight pack. His kid’s names tattooed across his right pec. I have the urge to scratch and bite that chest, leaving my mark. For the first time I note his hand is moving up and down his cock as he licks his lips looking at me. I use the word cock lightly. It’s more like a lead pipe for a ten-foot drain. Jesus! That is going to hurt and feel good all at once. He moves closer, my mind drifting off into what is to come. His finger sweeps through my pussy lips causing my back to lift off the bed and a hiss to leave my mouth. “Look at all this cream, waiting for me to dive in. Just a sticky mess. You want me to clean it up, little Delta?” He asks his breath warm and comforting inches from my weepy kitty.

  “Yes. Yes please,” I say barely above a whimper. I have never felt anything as urgent as I am feeling at this moment. I need him to touch me, lick me, bite me, hell, I need him to fuck me.

  “Good girl.” Is the last thing he says before his tongue sweeps through the lips of my pussy, the sensation unlike anything I have ever known. He slides it up and down, never missing my clit, but making sure to dip inside the whole that will make me a woman when his cock makes its appearance. He licks the outside of my lips, sucking them into his mouth, his hands holding my legs up, making sure I don’t drop them as I squirm and moan, falling further and further into a state of bliss.

  “Brock. Oh yes. Please.” Is all I can think to say, my hands pushing his face further into my pussy, as I rise up to meet his mouth. I feel like I am spinning. Everything is twirling as the satisfaction overtakes me.

  “Fuck, Delta. My own personal candy store. So fucking tight and delicious.” He sticks his finger inside of my pussy and I cum, no longer able to hold it in. He licks and sucks, bringing me down, but somehow lighting me up. His finger swiping against me on the inside, everything sensitive from the orgasm. “You ready, baby? You ready for me to make you my woman in every way possible?” My nipples in his mouth being eaten, I had no idea it would feel like this. What am I saying? It wouldn’t feel like this with anyone but him. I am more than sure of that.

  “Yes. Yes, I am ready.” I say, answering for my canal squeezing itself in anticipation. He licks me once more before sliding up my body, biting and licking as he goes. Everything he touches feels like it is lit by livewire right now. My whole body is on fire, my head rocking from side to side. When his mouth reaches mine, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. His tongue comes out, met by mine that is also anxious for them to unite. I feel his hand come down between my legs and the nudge that follows makes my breath catch.

  “Just breathe, baby. Just breath. It will only hurt for a second,” He whispers in my ear as he slides his cock inside of me, pushing gently, yet with conviction. His mouth never leaves mine. He takes one hand and pulls my left leg further up his hip, giving his cock more depth and the pain pierces me as he finally enters, removing the final barricade. “Finally, my sweet Delta. You are mine. Did you feel that?” he asks me, sucking on my neck. More like biting on it. I haven’t expelled my breath yet, so words are alluding me. Nodding my head, I dig my nails into his shoulders as the tears leave my eyes. He klicks them as they fall, sending goosebumps up and down my skin. I squeeze my pussy, testing out the feeling and moan when it feels so damn good, but tight as well.

  “Brock!” I say, arching my back, the new sensations inside of me, sending stars floating around my head.

  “Say my name again, Delta. Say it,” he growls in my ear as his pumps begin to happen faster.

  “Brock,” I repeat. My voice hoarse and laced with unbridled desire and need. The moans leaving my mouth can’t be stopped and neither can the begging keen that slips through me. “Oh my, yes! So good, Brock. So, big.” He likes the words, moving faster and faster, his mouth latching on to my nipples, tugging and licking them, making my pussy wetter and wetter.

  “You feel so damn good, baby. Everything about you was meant for me. You know that don’t you? You know that there is no escaping this, now. I am going to put my kid inside of you and make you my wife. I am going to fuck you over and over again, every day for the rest of our lives. Are you ready for that?”

  I know I should be concentrating on his words, but I can feel and hear nothing but the sound of his breathing as his warm breath caresses every inch of my body. The way his hands feel as they move over me, leaving a trail of calm as they glide. His eyes and the emotion filled with lust, desire and something else I am not quite ready to touch. Suddenly, everything begins to spin, and I can no longer stay in this space. “I think...I feel...oh God.” Is all I am able to get out before I feel myself lose it underneath his instruction.

  “Come, sweet Delta. Let go,” he whispers in my ear as he pumps in and out seeing me to my finish.

  “Ahhhhhhh,” I scream as everything in me releases. I take a few deep breaths. I lay there, not moving or speaking, part of me scared this might be a dream. I find myself touching my body slowly, hissing at the sensitivity of everything. I feel so different. It isn’t until he growls from above me that I register that Brock has moved.

  “Get on your knees and turn around,” he says, his voice filled with desperation and authority.

  “Wh-what?” I ask blinking trying to make sure he is not my imagination going crazy. Even as I am testing out my sanity, I find myself getting into position.

  “You heard me, baby. Get on your knees and turn around.” Biting my lip, I do as he says, my insides lighting up again at the tone in his voice and the look in his eyes. I mean, what else am I going to do?

  Chapter 7

  Brock

  Wiping my hands down my face, I am practically drooling as she turns around for me, her backside plump and begging me to make it red. I walk up to her, hands on her hips, needing a second to breath before I obliterate her pussy, and finally put my stamp inside of her. Looking down at her pussy, I note the glistening, puffy redness of her little kitty, proof tha
t I was there. First and only. As evidenced by the red smears of her blood on her thighs. Thighs I want to bite and mark as well. Positioning my cock at her entrance once again, I look up at her face that is turned toward me as she looks over her shoulder and answer the question, I can see marring her eyes.

  “That was for you. This one, is for me.” Is the last thing I say before slamming back inside of her. The sob that flies from her mouth, somehow makes me feel more triumphant.

  “FUCK!” I growl, the tightness so much more from this angle. I pull her off and on my cock. Grabbing her tits from behind, I pull her up, her back to my chest and tweak her nipples as I continue to bounce her up and down my shaft.

  “So... hard...so ...hard.” She pants, wrapping her arms around my neck. I picture her tits leaking milk as she bares my seed. Licking them as they drip. Ah shit. This thought sends me into a frenzy. Faster and faster I move in and out, pushing the front of her back down, watching as her juice slide on and off my cock as it moves in and out of her pussy. Her face squints with each movement, alerting me to the fact that she is probably sore. This should alarm me, but it doesn’t.

  “You sore baby?” I ask, grabbing her hair.

  “Yes,” she whispers, trying to catch her breath.

  “I know, sweet Delta. Tell me you can handle it. Tell me your sweet, tight little pussy can handle this beating its taking,” I command in her ear.

  “Yes. Yes, Brock. Oh God. YES! I can handle it. Oh hell. I’m coming. I’m coming!!” she screams. Her pussy squeezes my cock and I am no longer in control of my eruption.

  “Shit. shit. Shit!!! Fucking golden pussy. My god damn pussy. MINE!!” I growl as I pump my release into her, refusing to stop until it is all out.