Brock's Leading Lady

by ChaShiree M.

  “Yours. It’s yours. I’m...yours.” Is the last thing she says before we both collapse once again. We lay there, her on my chest me rubbing her hair. I find myself inhaling over and over, taking her essence into my own.

  “How are you feeling, baby?”

  “A bit sore.” She moves a little and hisses. “Scratch that. Make it a lot sore.” She giggles and ducks her head. Kissing her, I move to get up.

  “I am going to run us a bath, with some special salts.” Walking into the bathroom I run the bath, pour some salt inside of it and add a few soothing bubbles. Walking back into the room, I stop, my heart beating and every feeling of love and happiness I thought I had locked away forever, comes flooding to the surface. Here, laying in my bed, is the most beautiful dark-haired angel the heavens have ever created. Her arms tucked under her chin as her legs are splayed open, her pussy winking at me, taunting me, because she knows I won’t touch her again. Well...at least not for the next few minutes. I think adjusting my cock and telling him to behave. I lift her into my arms and kiss her awake. “Wake up, baby. Bath time.” Still holding her, I step into the tub and sit her on my lap.

  “Mmm. This feels good,” she says stretching like a feline. Pulling her head back, I wet it and apply the shampoo to my hands and massage it into her head. Once again, she moans, and my cock takes notice. Grinding my jaw, I try to remind myself that she got broken apart and I need to give her time. But, fuck! Taking the glass on the side of the tub, I pour the water over her head, rinsing the shampoo. Seeing her body, slick with water and soap, I no longer have control.

  “Turn around,” I say bit more harshly then I intended, but fuck if I care right now. She turns facing me, her eyes glassy and hazy. Her skin red from the hot water, but no less delicious. My head immediately goes for her nipple, my teeth latching onto it like I am practicing for our kid. Her hands dig into my shoulders as she bites her lip and begins to rock back and forth. My hands move down her waist, slowly making its way to her pussy, needing to feel a part of her on every inch of me.

  “Brock.” Her tiny voice sending blazes of fire through me as I register that she wants me just as much.

  “Delta. FUCK!” I say my head leaning against hers. “I was trying to give your little kitty a break, baby. But having you in my arms shaking is too much. Lift up,” I tell her stroking my cock. She raises up on her knees, so obedient and horny. Placing my cock right at her entrance, I grip her hips and slam her down as I pump upward.

  “BROCK!!” she shouts as the first impact makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her tits jumping up and down as I make pummel inside of her, no longer worried about hurting her.

  “So tight this way baby. How the hell is it possible you get tighter and tighter?” My mind is not able to focus on anything other than the feeling of being inside of her. Realizing the very thing I had given up on finding is now sitting on my cock, bouncing up and down like a wanton nymph. My forever. Stopping her from moving, I look into her barely opened eyes. “God, you're beautiful. I am going to take care of you for the rest of your life, sweet Delta. But if you betray me, I will destroy you. Do you understand?” She nods her head, her body still squeezing me as she tries to focus. “Good girl. Now come.” Is the last thing I say before pulling her head to mine and taking her mouth like I own, because let’s face it ...I do. She pops up and down one, two, three...four times before she throws her head back and screams as I once again pump my son into her.

  I know she is tired, but I need to know how far I can push her. “Now slide down and clean me off with your mouth.” I tell her, curious to see if she does it without asking questions. She looks at me, waiting to see if I am joking. When I don’t move or speak, she gets that I am serious. Good. I am a man who wants what he wants when he wants it. I have a healthy libido and when I am with my woman, sometimes I need her to drop wherever the hell we are and do as I say. I need to know she can handle it. Hell, the truth is, even if I have to teach her, she is going to be my everything.

  Chapter 8

  Delta

  Is my body supposed to be on fire? Should I be feeling more than liberated having just been given an order? Am I nuts? Something about his demanding I get on my knees and service him, is making me feel...I don’t know...feminine and powerful. Even as I question myself, I do as he says. Falling to my knees, I close my eyes and take a deep as my mouth opens and leans into his cock. “So fucking beautiful, on your knees. Take it into your mouth baby.” I do as he says and he hisses, making me feel even more in control. “Yesssss, baby…. shit. Lick it. Clean all your cream off it, Delta. Mmm...fuck! Such a good girl. I need you to breathe through your nose baby. I am going into your throat.” I can feel the panic forming. My mind reminding me that I need oxygen. “Do you trust me, Delta?” He rubs my head, slowly helping me calm down. I lean into his hand and nod, because crazy as it sounds, I do. “Good. Then open up and breathe.” He says before grabbing both sides of my head. He slowly begins rocking in and out of my mouth, his cock sliding into my throat but leaving it swiftly enough that it doesn’t bother me. I moan, enjoying this more than I probably should. It isn’t until he begins to growl, and his hands tighten in my head, that my body begins to tense up.

  Going deeper into my mouth, I find my jaw split as wide as they can go as he begins pushing and pulling faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I’m gagging and drooling, my chest wet and slippery, covered in my own saliva. I find myself rolling my eyes to the back of my head as the gagging gets more and more. “Fuck yes!!! Look at the mess you're making baby. So fucking dirty.” He says with barely any control over his voice or the amount of curse words leaving it. My body vibrates and begins to pump full of excitement. Looking at the sweat as it builds all over him, I feel like a queen knowing it is me who is causing this. I can feel my nipples hardening and begin to pull on them, the tug like a string that leads to my pussy, the pulsing leading right to my clit. I can feel the juice from my pussy sliding down my thighs. My hand goes down to feel it and my body sings to me. It thanks me for giving it what it needs. My hand continues to slide, making its way to my kitty. I moan at with his rod still in my mouth, my hand rubbing my clit up and down. Oh God. This feels so good. Who knew? “God damnit!! Make that noise again in the back of your throat, baby,” he demands and I answer, no hesitation. No, thought. Who am I right now? “Awww fuck. That’s it. I’m coming Delta. Swallow every drop.” he says as he shoves his cock into the back of my throat and doesn’t move it as his volcano erupts down my esophagus. I pinch my clit and come with him, continuing to moan and vibrate in my mouth, my whole body brand new and lit with things I didn’t know I could feel.

  He slowly pulls his cock out of my mouth, the saliva dripping off it. His eyes glassy and filled with everything we just did. I stay on my knees, my body not allowing me to move without his permission. I am not going to even think about what it means right now. I feel too good. “Such a good job.” He praises me as he smacks me in the face with his cock before pulling me onto my feet by my hands. “Are you hungry?” He asks me, setting the shower up.

  “No,” I say a yawn leaving my mouth before I could stop it.

  “I see.” He chuckles and rubs my cheek. “I have to remember this is all new for you. You must be exhausted baby. Come. Let’s get cleaned up and then you and I will rest. The kids won’t be back till morning.” He pulls me into the shower, and I swear I fall more in love with him. He not only washes my hair and entire body, being extra careful with my poor, sensitive pussy, but he also massages my neck, saying he knows how hard on me he was for my first time. I mean who is he? Do men really treat their women like this? If they do, I don’t understand why there are any divorces at all. “Come, Delta. Let me dry you off so we can get some sleep. I am going to wake you up in a couple of hours to eat something.”

  “K.” Is all I manage to respond since my eyes are barely open and my body feels like I have taken a dose of narcotics with some sleeping pills. I feel so loose and relaxed. H
ell, he will be lucky if I wake up at all. “River!” I shout realizing with more than a little guilt that for a split second I forgot about my sister.

  “Shh. It’s ok baby. I texted my driver and told him to message us when they are on our way back. Don’t worry. She is in good hands.” He carries me to bed and lays me in it. I roll over on my stomach, never really being much of a back sleeper. I feel the bed dip and the immediate heat from his body. I find myself snuggling into him as I drift off.

  “So fucking gorgeous.” I hear him mumble as his hands caress my back, lulling me to sleep the rest of the way. My last thought is.... This would be great to have forever.

  “Wake up, sweetness. Come on. Time to get up and eat.”

  “Nooooo,” I groan putting the pillow over my head. I don’t know why, but my body is not happy about the idea of waking up. Not to mention my thighs are so sore.

  “You hurting baby? You need something to make you feel better? How about you open your legs for me. Just the way you are.” His voice drops an octave and immediately I wake up a bit more latching on to the fact that everything in me is saying yes. I spread my legs, not bothering with pretending to have to think about it. “Mmmm. Smell that scent, Delta? Your kitty smells like it was just breached. That never been touched fragrance is all gone baby. You smell like you belong to me now.” He drawls out right before his tongues swipes me up the middle and I scream out the action forcing me to move.

  “Oh crap. Brock. Oh shit!” I yell, my hips moving, shaking, swaying side to side on the bed before he holds me in place.

  “Your little pussy sensitive, baby?”

  “Yes. Yes,” I tell him, whining, not wanting him to stop. He flicks over my clit, over and over. His finger finds its place in my hole and I think I’m going to die. My heart begins thumping, I swear I can see it bouncing out of my chest. My hands go to my head and begin pulling my hair up. My back bows off the bed as my face plants into the mattress, still on my stomach. His other hand is weighted on my lower back, preventing me from moving any more than he wants to allow. This of itself is a huge turn on.

  “Fuck baby. I think your pussy is becoming my new obsession.” I feel his entire face run along my pussy as he turns his face over and over in my juices. His five-o clock shadow rubbing against me causing a surge of sensations to go through the whole of my body. I begin to shake and scream no longer able to contain myself. My mouth demands the need I have.

  “Fuck me Brock. Please!” I beg and plead not wanting my ending to happen without him inside of me.

  “It was never going to be any other way!” he says slamming into me knocking the air and clearness from my chest and mind. “My seed will never go anywhere until there is life inside of you. Wrap these legs around my neck baby. I want to go deeper love. It should look like a snake leaving your mouth.” He spits out as he slams into me over and over, my body not sure which way to go. My hands have no idea what to do. They ravage his body and my own, my fingers tweaking my nipples as his mouth moves from one to the other. I can feel my soul leaving my body, yet again. The zing of my life, the evanescence of my doubt floating away as the very splendor of this man makes me into a new person. “Can you feel it, Delta? Can you feel our very spirits becoming one?” I nod my head not willing to leave this heaven I find myself in, surrendering to everything that is around me. His mouth latches onto my neck as his teeth has their way and suddenly a flash comes before me and I scream as anything that was left inside of me comes crashing down and turns to dust. Is it possible to become reborn from one experience?

  Chapter 9

  Brock

  “Ah fuck!” I ground out jacking my beast off with my fingers up to my nose. We woke up first thing this morning and though my cock was cursing me to shove him inside of her, I knew she needed to eat and have a rest. I took her two more times last night before I finally let her sleep. She took it each and every time, never once telling me to stop. I took her downstairs this morning and fixed her and River breakfast, which she just grabbed in a paper towel and ran back upstairs to her room. Something about not missing a marathon of Kardashians or something. I don't know how people watch that. As Delta sat on my lap trying to eat, my fingers found their way under her shirt and into my pussy. Right on top of my kitchen table I had my morning dessert. Shit! Just remembering the moan she let out as she grabbed my head, is making my cock weep.

  When I was done, we sat and discussed the kid’s schedules and activities. I gave her a credit card, the keys to the Lexus truck and a cell phone with a tracker on it. I also gave her the name and number to everyone she should have, including to my attorney. Once all of that was done, I was going to take her upstairs and finish what we started, but my brother brought the kids home and she immediately ran to go change and now, here I am in my office at home, giving my snake some pleasure so I can at least pretend to go on about my day. “Fuck, Fuck, fuck.” I grunt as I shoot my coating all over my hand trying to keep it down, so the kids don’t hear me.

  Wiping myself off, I pull my pants up and finish getting ready for work. I don't normally work on a Saturday, but I have had this meeting setup for months. Luckily, it is only about an hour long and then the rest of the weekend is going to be dedicated to my family. Speaking of...I need to call my attorney Clay and have him change my will. Standing up, I take a second and take stock of myself. I haven’t felt this light and carefree since I held each of my kids in my arms. It’s amazing what the love of a good woman can do. I finish getting ready and begin walking into the kitchen. I’m not really sure what I am going to hear when I make it into the kitchen but the silence I am met with is more than a little worrying. Peeking my head around the corner, I am astonished to see Delta at the oven making pancakes as my daughter sits beside her brother reading a book.

  “Daddy!” She screams as she looks up. She jumps off the breakfast stool and runs into my arms. I can’t help but let my eyes stray to Delta for one moment and bask in her blushing cheeks. I look over at my son and I can see him looking back and forth between the two of us, trying to figure it out. I am going to talk to the children eventually. But first, I have to make sure she is with me.

  “Good morning Princess. How are you? Did you have fun with your uncle?” I ask carrying her the rest of the way into the kitchen.

  “Yes. He let me feed the llamas and he let Haddie sleep with me.” She preens telling me about the dog she has decided is hers ever since my brother bought her.

  “I see. That explains the hair all over you. Bath time after breakfast. Ok?”

  “Ok daddy. See what I drew for Delta?” She holds up a picture of a heart with the words ‘Welcome to my family’ on it.

  “This beautiful little button and sweet.” I kiss her nose and move over to my son. “Hey big man. How was Uncle Jesse's?”

  “It was fine. He has a new girl working there. He calls her a nanny, but she doesn't act like one.” My son shrugs his shoulders as he explains it clearly confused like the rest of us. I can’t help but chuckle. My brother is a bit weird if you will. Ruffling Jasper’s hair, I walk over to where Delta is focused flipping pancakes and fixing their food. Looking back over my shoulder to make sure my kids are not paying attention; I kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.

  “Smells good, baby.” Licking her neck before taking a bite, I reiterate. “And I am not talking about the food.” Grabbing a piece of bacon, I walk back over to the fridge and take out some orange juice.

  “Good morning kiddos.” I turn and see River standing next to Railynn rubbing her head.

  “Good morning. How was your night? Did the driver turn out ok?” I want to make sure she felt comfortable. We didn't talk about this morning when I fixed breakfast for her and Delta, because she ate in a hurry, claiming she needed to get on a study session call.

  “Oh yes. He was great. Especially since I already know him. Turns out his daughter Gabby and I go to school together.”

  “Oh wow, sis. I didn’t know Armando was Gabby’s dad.”
Delta says smiling.

  “Yep. It was cool. She rode with us.”

  “That’s awesome.” I smile watching the two of them interact. I admire the closeness between them. How much my woman had to give up supporting her. It's why she deserves nothing less than everything.

  “Well I have to go to work this morning for a couple of hours, but then afterward, I am all yours. What are you guys doing today?” I ask as she places the kid’s plates in front of them.

  “Well before you came downstairs, the kids and I were talking, and they want to go to the zoo. I wasn’t sure what you were doing so I told them I would ask you.”

  “Well if you three don’t mind, can you wait for me to come home? I would like to go with you?” I look at my kids wanting it to be their choice.

  “Yes daddy. I want you to go with us.” Railynn says, bouncing up and down in her seat, words muffled by food.

  “Very well. I am sure Delta can find something for you all to do in the meantime. I know I don’t have to tell you to be on your best behavior. I know she is new, but she still deserves your respect. Understand?” I give both of them a serious look. Though to be honest, I am not worried about either of them. My kids are wonderful little creatures.

  “We understand, Sir.” Jasper responds in his serious tone.

  “Very good. I will call you in a bit, yes?” My eyes catch hers as they land on mine.

  “Of course.” It takes everything in me not to walk over to her and put my tongue in her mouth and leave her with a reminder of last night. It doesn’t feel right to walk away without holding her. But, right now is not the time. Especially since we haven’t fully discussed what is to be. Instead, I nod, grab my suitcase and walk out the door.