Curves for Her Rockstar (5 page)

“Fuck. You’re wet. You get this wet for everyone?”

I shook my head. “No, just you.”

His eyebrow went up in wonder. It was the truth, but he was surrounded by sycophants. I guess it didn’t matter if he believed me. I’m fucked either way.

As if in response, he pulled at my waistband. It took a few seconds of his flexed out biceps before I heard the ripping sound go through the room.

Fuck!

My pussy muscles clenched in response as he tore the fabric away from my body. He held up the shredded material to his nose and breathed in deep as his eyes closed. I could already smell my female musk. He looked like he was half-drunk and maybe he was – just on me.

He mumbled so low I couldn’t understand what he was saying. All I could catch was “... you smell like a woman should.”

He balled my wet panties and placed them on the top of the couch. His hands went under my thighs and lifted my legs up.

My eyes widened. I can tell myself I have a curvy renaissance body but I am heavy. There’s pounds in my cushion. Still he lifted me up like I was nothing. I smiled.

His eyebrow went up. “This is more than you deserve for tricking me...”

I was about to say something but he leaned forward and shoved his face against my wet lips. I only had a moment to consider the situation before he ran his long wet tongue from the bottom of my slit to just before my clit.

My lips pressed together as my eyes widened.

He moaned against my pussy and it sounded like “so fucking good.” He flattened his tongue and licked hard and slow, spreading my pink lips apart.

My mouthed opened wide in a noiseless scream as I clenched my fists. I didn’t have his defined muscles but I could see my body tighten as he went back and forth with his flat tongue.

His lips butterfly touched the end of my clit and electric fire went out through every nerve ending. I couldn’t see but I felt my slick pussy slide against his face.

His tongue went around my clit in a slow circle just like I did to his cock. I screamed loud as he found that perfect pressure between too hard and not enough. I wanted to cry because it felt too good if there was such a thing.

Back and forth he went, adding to the wetness between my legs. Either by instinct or experience, he knew how fast to go. If he was any faster or deeper, I would’ve come against his face already.

He knew the perfect amount to keep me in that painfully pleasurable edge. There was nothing for my pussy muscles to grab on to but that didn’t stop them from trying. I contracted hard against his face and felt his smile.

He gave one long lingering wet circle around my clit before pulling back. He let out a long breath while I continued to throb below.

“As I said, it’s more than you deserve.”

Yeah, like you didn’t like it.
Of course, I wasn’t about to give him any sass. I could already claim– even if it was just to myself – that I spent an evening with Blake Brooks. I shook my head mentally. Not good enough. I wanted everything, and that includes his swollen veiny dick.

My legs went on his shoulders as he gripped his cock. His taut hard arm went back and forth as he jerked his cock to full erection.

“Told Miranda we’re too soft on the roadies.” He narrowed his eyes.

I forced myself to not smile.

“They think they can just come in and have their way with Blake Brooks.”

The adjusted my legs until the end of slick dick brushed against my wet folds.

I clenched hard desperately trying to grab his cock through my muscles. Even if I could, there’s no way I could keep him in there. I was too slick to grab. All I could do was take.

“I’m Blake Brooks -
Superstar
.” He leaned forward and just barely pushed into my wet entrance. I shuttered hard.

“No roadie’s going to fuck with me.” He leaned in and my lips spread away to make way for his thick veiny shaft. “No. Blake’s going to fuck with her.”

He pressed forward as I let out a long quivering moan.

Oh Fuck me.

To his credit, he pushed slowly. I’ve taken my share of cocks but he was thicker and bigger than most guys. My jaw tightened as he slid another inch deeper within my slick valley.

Oh that’s the stuff.

I felt my lips stretch around him and he buried himself another inch. “You like that roadie? Finally got what you’ve been waiting for?”

I let out an appreciative groan. I wasn’t sure if he was angry but I’ll play along. My mouth stretched as much as my lips and I shook as I cried out.

“Careful what you wish for, eh?” With that, he buried himself to the hilt and his hard balls pressed hard.

I heard about a perfect fit but damn if it didn’t seem true here. I clenched around him and every valley and vein pressed out from within.

Damn, we are a perfect fit.

He leaned against me for the quickest of heartbeats before pulling back. Just an inch of his thick long cock stayed within my pussy. I instinctively clenched around him trying to keep him within. If he decided to leave, there’s no way I could grip with my slickness.

Fortunately, he didn’t look like he had any desire to leave soon if the next quick thrust was any sign.

My mouth open wide and I arched my back as I instinctively pushed against him desperately trying to get another inch of his dick. He had more than most men but I wanted it all. Call it greed or just pride in being able to take my guy’s cock. We weren’t together, but for now, Blake Brooks was my man.

He picked up the tempo as I tightened around him.

He let out a satisfied grunt. “Oh Fuck yeah! Squeeze my cock” He smiled and sped up more. A low continuous moan escaped from my lips as he filled and stretched me out.

He swallowed and stared. “Hurts?”

I nodded.
Yeah, but it hurts so good.

“Well, too fucking bad. This is what you wanted.”

Such arrogance but he was Blake Brooks. If anyone had the right to feel cocky, it was him.

Besides, he was right. I did want it. Besides the sheer awesomeness of sleeping with a celebrity, I was finally with a man who loved every sexy inch of my big girl body. What woman didn’t want to feel beautiful and desired?

I know I do.

His thick veiny shaft continued to stretch me out and a low burn radiated out.

He let out another admiring groan. “Best blow job and now the best pussy ever.” He wiped off a bead a sweat. “You’re just made for fucking aren’t you?”

I shrugged but my smiled betrayed my glee.

He laughed. “You are. Don’t act like you don’t know it.”

After a few more thrusts, we got a good unison going. Every forward plunge was met with my forward rocking. Wet sloppy – almost obscene – sounds filled the room as two bodies slammed against each other.

He adjusted his position and lifted me higher.

I yelled. “Oh fuck.”

It was good before, but now it went beyond anything I ever experienced before.

He found another inch deep within my wet glistening slit and rubbed against my clit. I banged at the couch with my fist. I never thought there could be anything like to much pleasure. I shook as my body struggled to keep up with the intense sensations. Usually, I had to chase down my orgasm but now it came to me. All I could do was hold it at bay – and not for long – and hope we could come together.

His eyes rolled back and his face twisted.

Oh I know that look.

His jaw and neck tightened just as my vision blurred. “Oh fuck. I’m about to…” He let out a long yell only a musician could make.

He slammed hard and buried his dick deep while I came around his cock. My body jerked hard as soft pulsating colors filled my vision. Somewhere in the dreamscape of dancing tinted shades, I heard hard primal grunts as he shook my body about.

His cock swelled out, and I felt the familiar spurts of a growing wetness deep within.

My eyes went back as he continued to push against my wet slick folds. My pussy muscles clenched hard in the delirium. I laughed, and it sounded insane to my own ears.

Blake Brook’s cum is in me.
He already was before but now I had more of him.

He stayed within and pulsed out with the familiar aftershocks of his orgasm. He pushed deep and shot the last of his spunk.

A vague blurry shape grew against the soft pulsating colors. I felt familiar living stone collapse against my chest. He was a gentleman and supported most of his weight against his arms.

He laid against me for several minutes before he spoke. It took that long for me to get my vision back. He pressed his head between my tits. Our combined sweat pushed and mixed as I took in a deep inhale of us. If the sounds were obscene, our musk was positively illegal. The room smelled like man, woman, sex, and sweat.

I took in another deep breath.

I like it.

I hummed the tune to ‘Dream Girl’ as his heat radiated out. Eventually I started singing it.

He rose and stared. “Hell… most people don’t know that song,” his forehead scrunched, “or can sing it well.” He smiled slightly. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, beautiful?”

I sang a few more lines before I stopped. “Keep me around and you’ll see.”

He nodded and smiled.

***

I wouldn’t say we’re boyfriend and girlfriend but we got something nice going. He’s able to indulge in his love of curvy girls without relying on escorts. He gets to fuck my brains out, and I get fucked by Blake Brooks. Win-win for everyone.

Several reporters speculated on our relationship and to his credit, he didn’t deny anything.

After a few more
personal oral
auditions and to make sure I could sing, he invited me to open for his act.

Memories of the spotlight burned into my mind as I sang the song from my CD. I even get to ride on the nice bus with Blake today.

My hand pressed into the cool metal of the bus.
Finally.

A sweet as sugar voice called my name from behind. My head jerked up, and I turned around. I saw Miranda and her fake wide smile. “Hey, Bestie. How about letting me ride with my best friend?” Her eyebrows went up expectantly.

I touched my chest where she pushed me and shook my head. “Sorry, this equipment’s for
real musicians
.”

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He slid out of the shadowed bunk and I looked up into his eyes as he towered over me.

My word. You’re a big one, aren’t you?

I gulped and stared at the muscular man with a brown cowboy hat over his face. Under the shadow of his hat, his deep green eyes stared back. Below, tight blue jeans hugged his thick flared out calves and legs.

If he flexed, I’m sure he’d tear the fabric. His shirt was on the floor and he had a thin glistening layer of sweat along his developed chest muscles and broad shoulders. Just the right amount of curly chest hair was in the middle.

Perfect for playing with when cuddled together.