Rocking Her World Always: A Best Friend Little Sister’s Romance

by Avery, Lark

  “Oooh!” Her mouth dropped open in pleasure.

  “My greedy girl, likes me stuffing her with my big cock.”

  “God yes!” She gasped, then her fingertips were digging in my ass. “Oh fuck Cole. Don’t stop, I’m coming!”

  She screamed her release, her fingernails flexed into me.

  I stopped holding back and pumped my cream into her, unloading every ounce into her pussy.

  I growled with pleasure. This woman was well and truly mine now.

  Later when I pulled out, her cherry was smeared all over my cock. Seeing that mixed with my cum was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

  I cleaned her up with a washcloth, then because I was worried her pretty pussy might be sore, I fucked her with my tongue.

  Alaina reported that it was an excellent remedy.

  She had been a virgin, but she was made for love. For the next twenty-four hours, we fucked each other senseless stopping only to take care of Sampson and indulge in some champagne.

  We were laying in my bed with her sprawled across my chest when I decided it was time to set some ground rules.

  “Alaina, I can’t keep coming inside you bare.”

  “I love feeling your cum inside me.” She snuggled down against me. “Don’t you like it?”

  “You know I do.” I turned her face up to mine, kissing her deeply. My cock stirred again. It was like I was making up for the lost time of these last years. “But I could get you pregnant.”

  She might be already you bastard, and you don’t care. You know you want her to be full of your seed.

  Alaina’s sweet lips curved into a smile. As usual, she read my mind. “There’s nothing I want more than to carry your baby.”

  “We’ll have to do something about that.”

  “What?” She yawned, her eyes half-closed.

  “Marry me.”

  Alaina lifted her head off my chest. She was wide awake now. “Cole, are you sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  I would dedicate my life to being the best husband I could be to Alaina. I wanted her by my side always.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.” She kissed me.

  “I love you too.”

  My Alaina, My Life.

  Epilogue #1: Cole Two Months Later

  “I got your text.” Alaina stepped into the hot tub with her white bikini. Her hair was pulled up on the top of her head in a loose knot. Her voice was pitched low just for my ears.

  I turned all the outside lights off. I didn’t want to wake the rest of the house’s inhabitants. “You weren’t in my bed. And I want your pussy dripping with my cum when we say our vows in a few hours.”

  Ray, his wife, and two-month-old son were sleeping inside while we started the honeymoon early. They had had a couple of months to come around to our relationship. Not surprisingly we made it clear it wasn’t negotiable. I would have married Alaina right away, but she wanted to design and make her wedding gown.

  It’d been damn near impossible to keep our hands off each other with family around. But I wanted Alaina to have the wedding of her dreams. So in just a few hours, we’d be married out on the patio with a small group of family and friends.

  Devon was going to marry us. In addition to all of his other jobs, he was a justice of the peace.

  “And to think you make a fortune with your words—how romantic.” She pretended to be annoyed, but her smile gave her away.

  I remembered the last time she wore this bathing suit, she was a virgin. Now she was most definitely mine. And I was hers. It was as it should be.

  The hot tub’s bubbling water concealed my cock and lack of swim trunks.

  She sunk into the water then sidled up to me. She took a sip from one of the two glasses of champagne I had ready for us.

  “What are you thinking?” She asked when she set the glass back on the edge of the pool.

  “How I like watching you swallow.”

  She blushed but moved between my legs. I pulled her to me.

  “Anything for you, Cole.”

  As she settled between my legs, I untied the top of her swimsuit. She stood up holding her bikini top against her, then let the top fall. Her beautiful perfect tits were wet, and her nipples hardened under my gaze. She handed me the bikini top.

  “Come here,” I said. She straddled me. A knowing smile curved her lips when she felt my cock pressing against her pussy.

  I untied the strings of her bikini bottoms under the water then that joined her top on the side of the hot tub ledge.

  My cock nudged her belly. And she rose up out of the water to capture it between her legs. She reached down and rubbed my cock head against her clit. Bliss spread across her face. She eased the head inside her. She sank down, taking me inch by inch. She was a glorious sight to behold in the moonlight. And in just a few hours she would share my name. I was eager to make things official between us.

  I sucked her nipples while she slowly sank down, taking me inch by inch until I was completely inside her.

  When her hips started to roll against me, I claimed her mouth, kissing her hard and deep.

  I let her set the rhythm, and soon she was sliding up and down my shaft. Her moans of pleasure deep and throaty as her clit rubbed my cock.

  It was intoxicating watching her ride me. Her tits bounced. Her lips were full from my kisses. Her pupils were dilated.

  My balls were tight and full of cum. God, it was like heaven to be buried deep inside her.

  She looked like an angel, but she was a bad girl who liked a thorough fucking.

  “You wanna know what happens when you climb into my hot tub looking so hot and fuckable? Yeah, I’m going fuck the hell out of that pussy.”

  I kissed her just in time to swallow her moan as she screamed into her climax. I held on tight to her hips as my hot cream filled her. My love for this woman was my whole world.

  We started back on tour soon but knowing Alaina would be with me was my saving grace. I didn’t dread the travel now. I looked forward to showing her a bit of the world since she’d brought everything to mine.

  Epilogue #1: Two Months Later

  “I got your text.” Alaina stepped into the hot tub with her white bikini. Her hair was pulled up on the top of her head in a loose knot. Her voice was pitched low just for my ears.

  I turned all the outside lights off. I didn’t want to wake the rest of the house’s inhabitants. “You weren’t in my bed. And I want your pussy dripping with my cum when we say our vows in a few hours.”

  Ray, his wife, and two-month-old son were sleeping inside while we started the honeymoon early. They had had a couple of months to come around to our relationship. Not surprisingly we made it clear it wasn’t negotiable. I would have married Alaina right away, but she wanted to design and make her wedding gown.

  It’d been damn near impossible to keep our hands off each other with family around. But I wanted Alaina to have the wedding of her dreams. So in just a few hours, we’d be married out on the patio with a small group of family and friends.

  Devon was going to marry us. In addition to all of his other jobs, he was a justice of the peace.

  “And to think you make a fortune with your words—how romantic.” She pretended to be annoyed, but her smile gave her away.

  I remembered the last time she wore this bathing suit, she was a virgin. Now she was most definitely mine. And I was hers. It was as it should be.

  The hot tub’s bubbling water concealed my cock and lack of swim trunks.

  She sunk into the water then sidled up to me. She took a sip from one of the two glasses of champagne I had ready for us.

  “What are you thinking?” She asked when she set the glass back on the edge of the pool.

  “How I like watching you swallow.”

  She blushed but moved between my legs. I pulled her to me.

  “Anything for you, Cole.”

  As she settled between my legs, I untied the top of her swimsuit.
She stood up holding her bikini top against her, then let the top fall. Her beautiful perfect tits were wet, and her nipples hardened under my gaze. She handed me the bikini top.

  “Come here,” I said. She straddled me. A knowing smile curved her lips when she felt my cock pressing against her pussy.

  I untied the strings of her bikini bottoms under the water then that joined her top on the side of the hot tub ledge.

  My cock nudged her belly. And she rose up out of the water to capture it between her legs. She reached down and rubbed my cock head against her clit. Bliss spread across her face. She eased the head inside her. She sank down, taking me inch by inch. She was a glorious sight to behold in the moonlight. And in just a few hours she would share my name. I was eager to make things official between us.

  I sucked her nipples while she slowly sank down, taking me inch by inch until I was completely inside her.

  When her hips started to roll against me, I claimed her mouth, kissing her hard and deep.

  I let her set the rhythm, and soon she was sliding up and down my shaft. Her moans of pleasure deep and throaty as her clit rubbed my cock.

  It was intoxicating watching her ride me. Her tits bounced. Her lips were full from my kisses. Her pupils were dilated.

  My balls were tight and full of cum. God, it was like heaven to be buried deep inside her.

  She looked like an angel, but she was a bad girl who liked a thorough fucking.

  “You wanna know what happens when you climb into my hot tub looking so hot and fuckable? Yeah, I’m going fuck the hell out of that pussy.”

  I kissed her just in time to swallow her moan as she screamed into her climax. I held on tight to her hips as my hot cream filled her. My love for this woman was my whole world.

  We started back on tour soon but knowing Alaina would be with me was my saving grace. I didn’t dread the travel now. I looked forward to showing her a bit of the world since she’d brought everything to mine.

  Epilogue #2: Three Years Later

  The LA traffic hadn’t improved in my last few years living in LA. But I didn’t much care. Cole and I were headed to an awards show tonight. As usual, Cole had wanted to drive us tonight, but I persuaded him that a limo would mean fewer wrinkles for my dress. I was wearing a new gown I’d designed myself. It was a floor length velvet midnight-blue creation that I loved. It was form fitting except for the knees where it flared mermaid style. I liked the swish sound it made as I moved.

  As soon as we were underway, I made sure the privacy screen was up which blocked the driver’s view of us. And I knelt on the floor of the limo before him. Cole looked up from rehearsing his speech written on his phone. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was wearing a tailored tux with a white shirt and looking to die for handsome as always.

  I reached behind my neck and unclasped the hook of my halter dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and I slowly lowered the fabric to my waist.

  “You go on and rehearse. I’ll just help you relax.” I whispered.

  Cole tossed his phone on the seat. “That’s enough practice. It seems you have something else in mind.”

  “I thought maybe you’d like a little something to take your mind off tonight’s events,” I said. Cole’s eyes were glued to my tits. He was already reaching for me.

  His thick cock pressed against his pants zipper. I opened his zipper, freeing his cock. His thick shaft jutted forward. It bobbed in my hand. A few drops of precum glistened on the tip.

  I licked my lips. I wanted to taste him.

  He was leaning back in the limo seat, but his eyes never left me. A smile played on Cole’s lips. “You gonna put that sassy mouth to work, wife?” He teased me before brushing my hair back from my face.

  Cole’s girth never failed to impress me. His balls were heavy and tight.

  I stroked him with my hand.

  “Just your mouth baby girl.”

  He held my hair back as I leaned forward licking his tip like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

  Cole groaned. His fingers in my hair pulled me closer to him.

  I leaned forward letting my lips close around his head, then I leaned forward more letting his shaft fill my mouth until his cock touched the back of my throat. It was exciting and a total turn-on having this power over him.

  He was breathing harder. “You are so fucking perfect.”

  I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me with his hands in my hair.

  I could taste the salt and tang of him. My need for him was driving me wild. I picked up my speed and set about to sucking his cock in earnest.

  The sound of my sucking filled the back seat of the limo.

  “Oh God, Alaina you better stop if you don’t want me to come in that sweet mouth.”

  I increased my speed. I loved Cole in my mouth. I wanted everything he had. I felt the now familiar uncoiling in my lower belly that told me I was on the brink of my own orgasm.

  “Fuck Alaina!” Cole’s hips bucked. His hot thick salty cream filled my mouth, spurt after spurt. I gulped it down not wanting to miss a drop.

  I tipped over the edge too swallowing my screams with his seed.

  Cole’s head was back against the limo seat. He lifted it and watched me lapping at the cream on his cock.

  “You are a very naughty girl.” His eyes were hot on me. “Come here.”

  His cock was still hard. He pulled me onto his lap. His pants were still around his ankles. My top was around my waist. I kissed him letting him taste himself on my lips.

  “I like my cum on your lips. It suits you,” he said.

  “Me, too. Yum.” I snuggled against him, laying my head on his chest.

  “That is the best good luck charm ever.” His fingers strummed my nipples. “It doesn’t matter what happens tonight. I’ve already won.”

  “You’re pretty easily satisfied.” I played with his tie, allowing myself a small smile. “Are you going to share in your speech about how getting your dick sucked makes you not care about whether you win a Grammy or not?”

  “We’ll keep that between us. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress.”

  “You like it?” I asked.

  “I do.” He smiled. “Especially this neckline.”

  “I don’t know. I’m thinking to branch out my brand.”

  Cole ran his fingertips along my shoulders. “Whatever you want. Did you have in mind what you wanted to do next?”

  “I was thinking to design a maternity collection.”

  Cole stilled. “You’re pregnant?”

  “I’m due in July.” I nodded happily.

  “Fuck me.” Cole breathed. “Is everything all right?”

  I kissed him on the lips. “Everything’s perfect. Are you happy?”

  “I’m over the moon. Being your husband is everything to me. And now being a father.” Cole kissed me hard. “It’ll have to wait for later for me to show you how very thrilled I am. Do you feel ok? Should we stop and get pickles?”

  I smiled at the thought of carrying a jar of pickles along the red carpet. That would certainly set tongues wagging. “I think we can pass on the pickles for now, but I’m game for some appreciation later.”

  Tempting Treat Sneak Peek

  She was wearing the red one-piece swimsuit again, just like those hot lifeguards in the “Baywatch” movie. So despite, what my young daughter said, I’m not ancient only a few years away from thirty. I work out and judging from all the panties that get thrown on stage when I’m performing with my band The Charmers, and women find me attractive.

  All that doesn’t change that I am, however, seriously lusting after the one woman that I can’t have. It's such a cliché to be in love with the nanny, especially in Los Angeles. So many of the men I know fuck with their family's nannies that quite a few other families passed on having Daria under their roof as the wives didn’t want temptation at home.

  Until I hired Daria Abbott, I didn’t get what the
big deal was. My daughter’s nanny was twenty-two years old and from the Midwest originally. Someplace that snows seven months of the year, like Ohio. She has velvety brown eyes and sun-kissed California skin. She has a beautiful smile and a great laugh. She’s not afraid to have fun with Lily. Daria is sweet but yet underneath that is a sexy streaky that I’m dying to possess.

  Right now, she was walking the beach alone, and here I am up in my master bedroom, spying on her like a teenager. It’s safer up here to watch her because I can beat off my cock in privacy. In these close quarters, it’s a multiple time a day occurrence because I’m in a near-constant state of arousal from her sweet ass and her tits. That swimsuit suit has no bra in it from the way her breasts jiggle. I’d love to spray my cream over those tight little buds of her nipples.

  I’m wary though because my cock has gotten me into trouble before. Back when I first came to LA, there was a staggering amount of pussy surrounding me, and I hooked up with a model. At the time, I didn't think anything about it, neither of us was serious. But our daughter Lily resulted from that fling, and that changed everything. It didn’t take long to realize how little my ex Rose and I had in common besides our daughter. Lily is the center of my world, but I need to be smarter about my relationships.

  Caution has brought me back to my Bahamas childhood home this weekend while Rose marries some A list actor on a nearby island. I was long overdue for some vacation anyway so Lily, Daria and I flew here via my private jet. It was a good move. Lily has never looked happier than when she’s with Daria. It’s like she’s her big sister.

  Her gain is my loss. I have to keep my fucking hands off the nanny. I cannot, I repeat, cannot mess this up. Not only for Lily’s sake but because I made that promise to Daria’s brother when she came to work for me. Devon is a true friend, and in LA there aren't many of those. As a personal assistant/aspiring actor, he's friends with Rose and will be at the wedding too. I'm glad there is someone there Lily knows besides her mother, who will be busy being the center of attention.