Brock's Leading Lady

by ChaShiree M.

  “Do not move, baby. I am barely containing myself. Understand?” she nods not saying anything. Pulling my phone off the counter, I text Armando letting him know what is happening. He responds that he will be here in 15 mins. I walk over to the sink, walking around her as I go, waking in the way her body is shimmering, with the light bouncing off of her. Her hair, wavy and thick, enticing my hands to reach into it and pull it back as her back arches and my cock pummels her over and over. Fuck. This is why I need her to not move. The moment she moves all I will want to do her become prevalent and nothing will stop me then. Not even my kids walking into the kitchen.

  Feels like forever, but finally the kids and River come down. “You guys all set?” I look at Jasper making sure he is ok. He hasn’t been saying much and I remind myself to take him aside before the day is over and make sure he is ok.

  “Yeah. We are good dad.” He answers. Once again, I note that his eyes don’t stray far or long from River and I realize that my boy has his first real crush. Oh boy. I won’t embarrass him and mention it now.

  “Very well. River, here is the credit card. Armando is outside waiting. You can get whatever the kids and you want to go with the rest.” She nods, takes the credit card and the three of them walk out the door, finally leaving me what I need. HER. I just hope she is ready for ME.

  Chapter 12

  Delta

  Why is it that I have been standing in this spot for fifteen minutes and all I can feel is hot and bothered? The minute he told me not to move my pussy began to quiver. I can feel it dripping down my leg. My body long since dried off from the pool. Something about his voice and the command makes me want to do whatever he says. I watch as he hands my sister his credit card, trusting her not to be a normal teenager and rob him blind, makes me love him even more. What! Love? Did I just say ...I mean it has been over 24 hours but nowhere near enough time to LOVE him. Has it? I mean I haven’t the first clue about love except what I have been reading books, but that is just make believe. Isn’t it? Oh God. Am I one of those girls who falls for the first man to pay them some attention? Almost as if he can tell where my head is going, he turns back to me and begins walking toward me.

  “Wherever your head is going baby, bring it back. You have no choice. This is done. The moment you walked into my office your fate was sealed and I don’t back down once I set my mind on something. But I tell you what...you want to run baby?” My mind is a mound of smog. Nothing inside of it makes sense once he said I have no choice. Am I crazy that it made my body begin to buzz? “Oh, how I would love chasing you and making you fuck me wherever I catch you. You want to play, Delta?” I can't stop the shiver that overtakes me. My mouth, dry and stuck together refuses to move. I can only shake my head back and forth, too scared to allow words, not sure I wouldn’t say something horrendous. “Good girl. Such a beautiful good girl.” His hand rubs from my forehead to my chin. His words making my chest puff out as I take in the praise. I can’t help but lean into him, loving the feeling of anything about him touching me and somehow becoming a part of me.

  “Brock.” I moan his name needing him to make this ache go away.

  “Mmm. I love it when you say my name. Say it again, baby.” His hands go to his trunks and pull his cock out of them. My mouth that was just a moment ago dry, is now moist and building saliva as it begs for his snake to come into it. I squeeze my legs together, trying but failing to end the pulsing taking over as my body calls for him.

  “Brock.” I say once more obeying him without hesitation as drool falls from my mouth onto my chin. He swipes his finger through it and puts it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity in them is almost more than I can handle. They make me feel so lost and found at the same time. 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.

  “Get on your knees, sweetness. I need to see it in your throat first.” My eyes become blurry as I do as he tells me, my body not allowing me to do anything else. I fall to my knees, thanking God there is a rug beneath me not that it would have stopped me if it wasn’t. I need to please just as much, if not more than I need him to make me feel like he did last night. Beautiful, sexy and worthy. “Good girl.” he says before he smacks my cheek with his cock over and over in the same spot, his eyes burning into mine. Almost like he is daring me to protest. Not going to happen. I can feel my clit protruding through the lips of my pussy. My tits tingling as the sensation of simply being in his presence takes over me. My body is calling to him. Albeit silently, but without preamble. “Open.” He says nothing else knowing I am going to do as he says, and I do. I open my mouth and don’t blink as more saliva falls out. More evidence of how much I have been yearning for this moment. He slides it in, making sure to graze it across my teeth causing himself to hiss as his own eyes begin to glass over. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is like a fucking sexy ass volcano. So warm and hot. Lick the hole, sweet girl.” I close my eyes and do what he demands, the warmth spreading through me knowing I am pleasing him.

  I notice as my mouth moves on and off his cock, that and I look up at him, that his eyes are closed as his head hangs back. His Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with each suction. I am sliding my hand toward my pussy, needing some relief as my throat becomes numb the further into it he goes. I barely make it to the middle of my thigh before I am feeling all the stickiness seeping out of me. I moan, before I can stop myself, forgetting for a moment that he can feel all of it. “Shit. Fuck.” he growls moving a bit more frantically. “Grab it. Fuck. I need you to grab it, sweet girl. Squeeze it.” his command flows through me even more. Deciding to be a bit naughty, I pull the hand from my pussy and put it on the part of his cock that is not in my mouth. Immediately I smell my own essence wafting toward my nose and this sets me off more than I thought possible. I begin swallowing him, my throat engulfing the steel rod he calls a cock, choking myself but not allowing air to come through. There is something powerful about the snot running down my face and the tears streaming down my face as I try to impress him. Make him happy. Make him want to keep me as much as I want to be kept.

  “Holy fuck!! Yes, baby. Just like that.” His hips shove further into my throat and my eyes begin to roll to the back of my head. His hands push my head down further and pull it up. Pushing and pulling over and over as his hips pump in and out. My nose is working overtime to keep the air coming and keep me upright. I feel my eyes blurring further when he suddenly pulls out. “Stand up and bend over the counter. I am about to pop baby and this fertilizer is going nowhere but inside of you.” Eager to just feel him in me, bringing me to the brink like my body has been preparing for, what he has said doesn’t even register. I lean over the counter, ass out and before I can spread my legs, he is inside of me and I am yelling.

  “BROCK!” I yell, telling him I feel him. Holy shit is he tighter this way. I move to spread my legs, loosen it up some when he smacks my ass, shooting fire straight to my pussy and something I am not ready to focus on to my heart. “Stay like this. So fucking tight. Jesus. I thought I broke you in, baby. Seems I got my work cut out for me. Move baby. Buck that ass against me.” So far gone, my mind filled with nothing but lust and love for this man I just met that has somehow become more than lust to me. My tits bounce, hitting the countertop, everything in me expanding ready to release, but it isn’t until his hands grab my hair pulling my head back toward his mouth that I let go.

  “Come, Delta. Come with me.” We both yell out screaming each other’s name as we reach the peak neither of us will be able to come down from without one another. “Fuck baby. I am never going to get enough of this.” he says before falling to the ground bringing me with him still sitting on top of his cock. I can’t help but flex my walls around him, needing the friction to continue somehow. He chuckles. “Uh oh. Looks I have created a monster.” he says kissing my forehead.

  I don’t know how long we sit there simply enjoying one another when he s
ends me in a different type of shock. “Oh, I almost forgot. There is going to be a stylist coming over tomorrow for you to pick a dress. I have an award show next week and of course you are going as my woman.” he says so matter of factly. My body tenses as what he says takes hold.

  “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I whisper trying to find the words to convey how much I don’t want to do this.

  “Why is that?” his voice showing a slight sign of something resembling anger.

  “There are going to be reporters there. People taking pictures. People talking about me. I don’t want to be the topic of anybody's magazine article.” shaking my head I can feel my nerves beginning to rise.

  “It wasn’t a question, love. You are my woman. As such, you are by my side for everything I deem necessary.” His hips move once as he says it, a moan slipping out of my mouth, my eyes begging to close. “Say you understand, sweet girl.” His mouth latches on to my ear as he whispers sending vibrations of pure ecstasy through me. “I can’t hear you, Delta. Son of a bitch!” the words slip him as I begin riding him once more, the urge to go up in flames more prevalent then the tenderness my pussy is feeling from the beating. Turning so I am straddling him; I place my hands on his shoulders and proceed to move up and down. Our eyes locking and not moving. I am doing more than moaning at this point and so is he. I am announcing. I am announcing how good he makes me feel. I am telling him how I want this to never stop. I am conveying what my overthinking; protective mind won’t let me say. I have fallen for him, hook line and sinker.

  “Kiss me.” I shock myself and say out loud.

  “That was always going to happen baby.” Our mouths meet in a slow frenzy. You know, the kind that promises to build into something more. His tongue seeks mine, connecting with it, taking control and mine follows like it was chosen for this purpose. This man. I don’t know how long we stay there on the floor, once again becoming a part of one another, seeking each other’s confirmation. His mouth circles my nipples, teeth feasting on them and before I know it, we both reach the end, clinging like this is it. “Come one sweet girl, we have to get cleaned up for the BBQ.” He carries me up the stairs my head on his shoulder and we shower together, kissing and touching each other as we get clean. Clean. Huh. I haven’t been dirtier than I have since I met him. I love it. We get dressed just in time. Everyone, his brother included walks in the door with a little boy I have never seen before.

  “Delta. We got ice cream and cake. Do you like those?” Railynn asks me as she walks in licking a popsicle. I kneel down and riffle her hair.

  “I do. I love ice cream and cake.” So cute. “What else did you guys get?” I begin opening the bags so I can start getting things prepared.

  “We got some veggies. I figured he could grill them. We got French fries, fruit and juice.” River informs me.

  “Sounds good.” Brock comes up behind me and kisses my neck. I duck my head not ready to see the look on anyone’s face if they saw it. “Will be on the patio if you need me.” he whispers in my ear and walks away. I want to beg him to come back and fuck me one more time. Crap. What has gotten into me?

  “Delta, this is my cousin Connor.” Rai says forcing me to look up and get out of my head. When I do, I see a young boy, a couple of years older than Jasper. Cute little boy. The thing that gets me though is that he looks nothing like Jesse or Brock and the kids and to be honest, I am a bit confused. Last I checked Brock was the oldest by like 8 years, which would put his brother at say no more than 25. If Connor is his kid, then he was 15 when he had him and that I refuse to believe. There has to be something else. But it is none of my business.

  “Hi Connor. How are you?”

  “Hi. I am fine ma’am.” Oh my. So polite.

  “Please call me Delta. Ok?” he nods his head as his face turns red.

  The BBQ goes well. Food was delicious and the kids all seemed to have a great time. Brock ended inviting Armando and his daughter gabby over so River could have some company. The night was great. It felt like...like my sister and I finally had a family. Which is also scary because I am aware that this could all be temporary. This could be something he does and when he gets bored, he sends women on their way. I am terrified of waking up and all of this is a dream. I am in the kitchen cleaning up when I go to walk toward the garage and hear Brock and Jasper talking.

  “How is it going my boy? Everything ok?”

  “Yea. It’s fine.” he says a bit solemnly.

  “Jasper you know you can talk to me. About anything. What's bothering you? Is it delta? Do you not like her?” My heart begins to beat rapidly, praying that his answer is not ‘no’. In the little amount of time I have known them, those two kids have made a special place in my heart. To think that I have somehow done something to either of them to make them uncomfortable is not sitting well with me.

  “No, it’s not that. Delta is great. She is nice to both of us and Rai loves her. She said to me last night that delta is going to make a good mom for us.” Oh my gosh. How sweet is he, being worried about his sister?

  “Ah. I get it. You are worried about Rai getting too attached.”

  “Yea. what happens when Delta leaves?” My hand goes to my heart as it begins to drum out of control, darkness creeping in with me wondering the same question. Then Brock adds light to the bleakness.

  “You don’t have to worry about that son. She won’t be going anywhere. Ok. You trust me?”

  “Yes dad. I trust you.”

  “Good. I would never do anything to hurt you or your sister. You two mean everything to me. However, I am so proud of you looking out for your sister.” Moving away from the door, I find belief seeping into me. Maybe this is it. Maybe I have found my forever.

  Chapter 13

  Brock

  “Wake up baby.” I kiss her neck moving down to her mouth. My hands roam all over her needing to touch her. “Come on baby. Time to get up.” Moving down her chest, my mouth trails across her nipples, letting the wetness bring her awake.

  “Mmmm...” she moans moving slightly as I move further down. I stop at the bottom of her stomach and kiss it, willing my seed to be growing inside of her at this every moment. “Brock.” she whispers running her fingers through my hair. My eyes close, the feeling is almost too much. I rub my face against the rest of her until I get to the juncture of my destination. Not bothering with words, I push her legs up to her chest and feast on my morning meal. My tongue, going from her hole to her clit over and over, stopping to tongue fuck her and starting all over again. I will never get enough of the syrup coating her cave. “Oh god. I can’t...I can’t.” She whines her head moving back and forth.

  “You can baby. You don’t have a choice. Drench me.” I say before going back to drinking from my favorite well. My lips, slippery and sticky, I can feel them swelling from so much activity. Up and down. In and out. Sucking her clit into my mouth and biting it off and on. My hand goes into my boxers and strokes my cock, telling him to calm down. There is no way he can get his right now. We have an appointment in less than thirty minutes with the dress seller for her to pick her dress. Fuck, this is torture. I want nothing more than to stick my rod inside of her and knock it up against her organs. “Come. Delta.” I say before sliding my finger inside of her and watching her fly.

  “Ahhhhhhhh.” she shakes and screams as she comes apart, her juices running into my mouth that is hanging open collecting my morning protein. When she finally stops dripping, I move back up her body and kiss her, giving her a taste of herself once again. Moving her hair from her face, I kiss her forehead.

  “Come on sweet girl. The dress seller is going to be here in a few minutes.” Smacking her ass, I pull her out of the bed and walk her into the bathroom. “Get ready. See you downstairs.” kissing her one more time, I walk out of the bathroom knowing that if I stay, there is no way she would be on time. Besides, I smell food and my stomach is growling. But who the hell is cooking?

  Walking into the kitchen, I can�
�t help but be a bit amused. Sitting on the counter is Railynn, licking what appears to be frosting off a spoon, as Jasper mixes something in a bowl with River and Armando’s daughter Gabby, pulls bacon out of the oven.

  “Daddy!” Rai says still licking god knows what off her utensil.

  “Good morning, Princess.” I kiss her head. “What is going on here?” I walk over to Jasper and hug him.

  “We wanted to make breakfast and River and Gabby said ok.” She is so cute when she is excited. “We made Funfetti pancakes. Want some?” Of course, they did.

  “Sure baby.”

  “Where is Delta? She needs to eat too.” My heart lurches knowing she is already worried about her. I am about to answer her when Delta walks in.

  “Well, you guys have been busy. Hi sweetie.” she kisses Rai’s cheek before walking over to Jasper and patting him on the back. She immediately jumps in and begins helping them finish breakfast. This is the perfect picture. My family. I just need to make it official.

  Breakfast goes off without a hitch and before I know it the bell is ringing, and the fun begins. I watch for hours as delta and the girls play dress up. Gabby even goes so far as to call it Pretty Woman. I must admit to being amused when they all begin to try on dresses including Rai. I even find myself getting involved in all the fun they are having. Delta tries on numerous dresses, all of them ok. But it isn’t until she comes out wearing this red silk gown, straps thin and falling down her arm, the front in a V-neck and the back out, that I begin to feel a number of things. Of course, the first thing is lust. Pure, unadulterated lust, if the bulge in my pants is any indication. The second thing is jealousy. Knowing that other men are going to be looking at her as well is making my ire rise. I know more than anything I need to make this real. Make her mine. Put my stamp on her before this damn dog and pony show.