Stella’s heavy eyelids fell to the massive bulge in his jeans in the mirror, instinctively thrusting her hips forward to bring it closer to her throbbing clit, between the aching folds of her pussy. He pushed forward too, drawing gasps from both their lips as his arousal sank between her folds, begging a languid grind that left them both crying out softly for more.
Out of control, their heavy breathing filled the elevator so amply she was surprised there wasn’t fog rising on the mirror. They both lost their balance when the elevator gave a jolt but continued climbing, causing them to stumble to the side until Stella’s back was pressed against the opposite wall, giving her a full view of Rocco’s rippled back in the mirrored wall across the elevator. She didn’t know when her trembling, splayed fingered hand climbed all the way up his back, taking the hem of his t-shirt with it, but it had, leaving the deep line of his spine and the tensed, rippled muscles of his backside in full display in the mirror. Deep red streaks screamed across the milky skin of his back in several different directions, proving she’d dug her nails in deep enough to draw blood without even realizing it.
If she’d hurt him, he didn't show it, too busy moving his greedy lips from her breasts and down her stomach, kissing, licking, and sucking the white fabric of her dress as if it was her own skin, his hands running deep under the hem of her dress and pushing it up her thighs the same way her own hands had forced his shirt up his back. Her breathing tripled when his head came between her splayed thighs, and she placed both hands on top of his head before she could stop herself. Cradling her leg on his big shoulder, she guided him desperately toward the valley he’d already been traveling to on his own, throwing her head back with a scream when he pushed her panties aside and ran his tongue up her soaking slit, caressing the tender, pounding flesh of her pussy to the point that her knees nearly buckled.
It felt so good she almost cried as he ate her, taking his skilled mouth from her clit to her entry to the swollen lips that encased them, each lick and peck feeling a little better than the last until she was sure she was going to come in his mouth right there in that elevator.
But it dinged before she could. Pulling them from their racy reverie as the doors slid open on their floor. Thankfully, Rocco had the sense to stand tall and pull her toward the open doors, since she’d have been perfectly fine staying right there in that elevator until he’d finished her off. She came to her toes once they were in the hallway and drew his bottom lip between hers, locking her arms around his neck. He returned the kiss with just as much vigor, encircling her waist and pulled her body flush with his, his erection pressing hard against her stomach.
They tripped, stumbled, and staggered as they made their way down the hall, too enamored with the flavor of each other’s lips to break their scorching kiss, hitting every wall in the hallway on the way to the door of their room.
And just like that, the world was a blur to Stella again. Too busy sampling the sweet flavor of his lips, his cheeks, his neck, and even his ears, she didn’t even hear the beep of their hotel room door as he swiped the card. She didn’t even remember him swinging it open, or even the sound of it slamming closed behind them. The sleek modern finishes of the furniture in their hotel room were disregarded, as well as the plush white bedding, the sea-blue curtains, and even the stunning view of the Savannah River that had held her captive the first time she’d seen it, hours earlier.
All that existed to her at that moment was how badly she needed him.
So, naturally, when he pulled away, she clawed at his t-shirt and growled like a feral animal, trying to pull him back in.
He smiled, half of his face covered in her red lipstick, and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “Hold on.”
His deep voice only drew her in more, causing her to pounce on him with a groan, drawing his earlobe between her swollen lips and sucking it into her mouth.
He sighed in agony as she moved her lips to his neck, even as he patted his phone.
A moment later, the soft, sultry strings of Chris Brown’s “With You” rose into the air, and she pulled back with a soft smile.
“Rocco…” she whispered, running her hands down his face.
Even as their breathing continued out of control, making their chests rise and fall dramatically enough for most to warrant a trip to the emergency room, he still managed to cup her cheek gently, patiently, eyes softening as they searched hers.
She ran her hands down his back, much more tenderly than she had in the elevator. Sinking into the newness in his green eyes that she’d never seen before—smooth and sure as velvet—making her wish she could roll around in them.
“For my whole life, everyone’s told me I had to die to go to heaven,” he whispered. “But you and Blue are proof that there’s heaven on earth.”
Her heart exploded in her chest and spread all throughout her body, filling every inch of her with emotion as tears filled her eyes. She sank her fingers into the t-shirt at his back and tried to speak, but the feelings charging through her rendered that impossible.
“If the dream bigger than the biggest is you, me, and Blue… forever…” He went into the pocket of his jeans and came out with a small, red velvet box. “Then let’s make it come true tonight.”
Stella jolted, eyes widening as the unexpected sight of that box shocked her into oblivion, looking back up at him with her mouth wide open.
His own eyes glistened as he popped open the box and showcased the modest diamond solitaire inside. “Stella, will you marry me?”
She clenched her teeth as the first fat tears rolled down her cheeks, nodding rapidly. “Yes.” The word seemed to charge through her and launch her forward, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly enough to choke him to death, feeling his body trembling against hers just as much as hers was his. “Yes, Rocco! Yes, yes, yes!”
His laughter made his body vibrate against hers as they sank into a deep hug, the embrace lasting for several moments before he took her waist and nudged her backward.
She looked up at him and searched his eyes before offering him her left hand, her fingers shaking like crazy.
His shook too, making the job of getting the silver band around her ring finger all but impossible after he’d gotten it out of the box.
But somehow, he managed. Once the band glided past the tip of her finger, it slid on with ease.
“Perfect fit,” she said, staring at the ring before looking back up at him. “In more ways than one.”
His arm came around her waist and pulled her in so rapidly it made her squeal. “I’ll show you what a perfect fit really looks like.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He gave her lips a long, soft kiss before cupping her waist and stepping away from her, far enough for her hands to no longer be able to reach him. He bit the bottom of his smiling lips as he took the hem of his t-shirt and tore it over his head, revealing his eight-pack, which flexed under her heated gaze as it ran his body like a woman starved.
Stella looked playfully up at him while taking one strap of her dress in her hands, pulling it down her arm just enough to show a hint of her dark brown areola. Then the other.
It was his turn to watch her with ravenous eyes, dashing back and forth between her hard, swollen nipples as she pulled the neckline of her dress down over them and pinched them between her fingers.
He moaned as if the sight was causing him actual pain, frowning softly as his eyes reclaimed hers.
She nibbled her bottom lip before continuing to push the dress down past her breasts, her bellybutton, and her pussy, letting it pool to her feet at the floor, driven by how the desire in his eyes grew deeper and darker with each valley of her body she revealed to him. When her panties hit the floor next, his chest swelled a little more fiercely—rendering him unable to even finish pushing his own pants down, his fingers frozen at the button, the only thing he’d managed to get undone.
As she stood naked before him, however, his hardness finished the job that his f
rozen fingers couldn’t, straining so violently against his zipper that it managed to push it down the rest of the way by itself. As if it trying to battle ram its way through the denim and become dislocated from his body completely if that was what it took to close the space and get to Stella itself.
But Rocco didn’t force his aching dick to suffer another moment, closing the small space that remained between them and sweeping her off her feet. She giggled softly as he did, instantly reminded of the first time he’d ever swept her off her feet that way, during the night of the raid. She hadn’t known it then, but at that moment, it was crystal clear. The first time he’d picked her up like that was the most protected she could ever remember feeling in her life. Even that first time, she knew she didn’t want it to be the last time.
As the ring on her finger gleamed under the moonlight booming into the open window, she knew she’d never worry about anything being the last time with Rocco again. Every last time would be the first time because now it was forever.
As “With You” finished petering through the speakers of the phone he’d left sitting on the dresser and switched to the next song on the album, he laid her gently on the bed. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he kissed each of her freckled cheeks before traveling downward, dragging his kisses to her lips and then down her neck, between her ample breasts, along her belly button, and back between her legs.
She threw her head back with a laugh of disbelief, never having been with a man who was willing to go round two on her before he’d even had a chance to start round one for himself. Her laughter deepened when, after hitting his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed, he took hold of her legs and yanked her forward until her ass was hanging on the edge of the bed, mere inches from his face.
She lifted her head to watch him, but his eyes were focused on the drenched pussy before him as he spread her thighs wide, his eyebrows pinched as if the sight was seconds from putting him in an early grave, ensuring he died a slow death before he even had a chance to enjoy it properly. He moaned as he ran the bed of his thumb over the slick lips.
“It’s so fucking wet, baby, oh my god.” He wrapped an arm around one of her splayed thighs and spread her pussy with his fingers before leaning in and flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit.
She jolted as the bundle of nerves immediately responded to his attention, her stomach muscles contracting as the pleasure drove her body almost instantly out of control. He held her gaze as he licked her patiently, his gorgeous face only driving her even closer to the brink of explosion mere seconds after he’d put his mouth on her. She groaned in time with every lap and stroke of his tongue, her hands flying all over as he guided her to the peak—sinking into his hair, into her own hair, and even clawing at the sheets as one hot wave after the other flushed across her body. She nearly tore the sheets from the bed as she ground her hips against his face.
“Oh god, that feels so good, Rocco.”
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as his tongue lapped at her clit, the vibration as he spoke against her sensitive folds only serving to make it them even better.
He lifted his head just long enough to look down at her glistening pussy and sink two fingers inside her. Then he drew her clit between his lips once more while pumping his fingers inside her wetness in time.
It pulled a scream from her, and she took hold of the back of her knees to open her legs even wider, silently begging him to keep going even though he clearly had no plans of stopping.
“Yes, baby,” he whispered as if he was inside her body and could feel himself how close she was to finishing, his kneading fingers moving at the perfect pace inside her, hitting her g-spot as if she’d drawn a roadmap just for him.
She held his head steady between her thighs even when they began to thrash and clench around his head tightly enough to crush his skull.
“Rocco, it’s so good, it’s so goooood. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Mmmhmm….” He stood up with his lips still sealed to her pussy, bent over at the waist to get leverage, his fingers sliding in and out of her tight cavern at the speed of light while his lips and tongue lit fire to her clit.
Stella tried to scream as her orgasm hit her, but her throat had sealed shut, only able to release every other shattered, hoarse, astonished gasp, or strangled whimper that tore from her wide-open lips as her peak exploded and ripped through her body. Curling her toes and her spine as she dug her fingers into his hair and watching him as he licked and stroked every last jolt, spasm, and thrash from her body like it was nothing. Like every inch of bone and flesh had been built just for him to head up and claim as his own.
Only after every jerk and thrash had left her body did he stand, his face taut with the desire that drove his every move, shoving his pants and boxers down his legs as he held her eyes, letting his massive dick pop out.
Stella’s eyes fell to watch, astonished that there was more. All these years she thought she’d been having good sex, but as he climbed into the bed with her, every muscle in his big body pulsing as he came between her legs, she realized she’d never known what real lovemaking was. What it was like to be with a man so giving.
They smiled at each other as he readjusted her on the bed to get them into a position that was comfortable, closer to the headboard. The album still playing on his phone switched to an upbeat tune right in the nick of time, just as the sound of their laughter—their happiness—rose to the ceilings of the room and lit up their faces. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder while spreading the other one open wide, taking hold of his member and stroking it as he held her eyes.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this dick,” she giggled. “Since the minute I saw you in that damn guesthouse—I admit it!”
Rocco could no longer smile, his face pulled tight and serious as he guided his rod to her center, now wetter than she could ever remember it being in her life thanks to the spine-curling orgasm he’d just given her. His eyes fluttered shut as the tip sank inside—as if he couldn’t decide whether or not he had the strength to last. He actually shook his head, apparently already deciding it was a no.
She looked down to watch him guiding himself inside her, hissing softly as even the girth of the crown proved a challenge for her tight canal. She wondered if she could take all of him. If it would actually be as enjoyable as she’d always dreamed it would be since the moment she’d seen him in the guesthouse. Or if perhaps she’d overestimated herself, foolishly believing that she was capable of taking this giant dick like a champ the way a seasoned Tinder girl could.
Proving once again that it had been built just for him, however, her body took every inch of Rocco hungrily as he sank inside. Slick enough from his mouth’s earlier love to accept the first pump of his hips with ease, allowing him to pick up a steady stroke that made her center instantly prickle back to life. Already aching for round two.
“Oh, Rocco,” she breathed, voice laced in disbelief. “It feel so… sooo…oooh…” She couldn’t finish when he picked up the pace, thrusting even deeper, faster than she even knew he was capable of. She wondered just what else this Adonis above her could actually have left in his back pocket. If he possibly had a turbo speed that might do her in for good.
He answered with his hips, plunging faster still, eyes locked to hers as he took hold of her thigh for leverage with one hand and cupped her breast tightly with the other, his jaw tightening like a rolling pin as he fucked her, clearly fighting for control.
But Stella had stopped fighting ages ago, having completely surrendered to the power of his skin against hers, his hardness spreading her wide, and his shadowed green orbs locked to hers as he made that little ball at the bottom of her stomach tighten for a second time. She clenched her eyes closed as she came again, flashes of light waiting for her under her eyelids, feeling bright enough to blind her. She wouldn’t even have cared if she went blind as she gushed around his dick at that moment, her drenched pussy making music
with his plundering member as he pounded. The sound was soon thundering throughout the room, louder than the music still playing from his phone. Even if she never saw another day in her life, as long as she could touch him and feel him touching her—deep inside—she knew it would’ve all been worth it.
“Oh my fucking god!” she screamed, craning her body to the side until her head was buried in the pillow behind her, muffling the sound as it tore up her throat. “How do you make me come so fast? God, how do you do that?”
Even as her spine writhed and bent into positions that could only be described as inhuman as she jerked and shuttered through the last remnants of her second orgasm, he managed to stay inside her, stilling only long enough to return her gently back onto her back, facing him once more.
Then he bent down, cradling both his big arms under her knees as he did and forcing them into her chest. He seized her lips in a deep, moaning kiss once he’d zeroed in and began slamming his lips into hers once more, pounding in time with the fervent lap and smack of their tongues.
“Oh my god, I could fuck you forever,” she breathed, smiling softly, dragging her fingernails through his scalp as her core came alive once more, promising that there would never be a finish line as long as Rocco Wolfe was between her legs. Even when her limbs felt numb enough that they’d never operate again, and when her heart was pounding violently enough to make her worry it was on the verge of an attack, or when she was sure her portal wasn’t capable of taking another hit, the goal post always moved. Her body always made room for more.
She knew she could go all night.
And since he hadn’t even come once, she knew Rocco could too. She hadn’t even known a man was capable of taking control like this. Not just of her body, but of his too. It made her eyes soften so much as she gazed longingly up at him, she worried they might melt right out of her face. Because, from every angle—from the precinct, to Blue, to the bills, and even to the bedroom—Rocco Wolfe was a man. He was all man. Always in control. Even when he was looking at a woman the way he was looking at Stella right then—like the very sight of her was seconds from tearing him limb from limb. Seconds from leaving him questioning everything he’d ever believed about himself or believed himself capable of. Even then, he lasted. He persevered.
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