My Rock #2 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #2) (9 page)

Realizing that I was too naked to chase her down the
hall I stopped in the doorway and hollered after her. She was quick though and
I think she was already downstairs and out the front by the time my old
neighbor, Mrs. Stromboli walked by. I smiled at her. I’d forgotten for a second
that I was not only naked but I still had a fucking hard-on. She looked at me
like I was some kind of creepy pervert, but she actually stopped in the middle
of the hall and stared at me for a good twenty seconds before she moved on. I’d
be willing to bet she’d never seen anything like it. My cock was aching so
badly I considered inviting the old, fat Italian woman inside. The old adage,
any port in a storm
didn’t quite cover
Mrs. Stromboli.
 

I finally stepped back and closed the door. I walked
over to where Elly had been kneeling and looked down at the floor. On top of
the clothes and shit were a crack pipe and a bong. Go figure, when I was
actually looking for that shit I couldn’t find it. Was that it? Was she that
fucking upset to find out I indulged on occasion, or was she one of those rehab
Nazi’s who used to be an addict and after they get clean they refuse to be in
the same room with someone who uses…if only recreationally. I knew she was a
pretty straight arrow, but I wouldn’t figure she would be that tight-assed
about things.

I sat back down on the couch. I didn’t know what the
fuck to think and the truth was that it was because I didn’t know her at all.
She was a complete mystery to me other than the fact that she was the sexiest
woman I’d ever laid eyes, hands or cock on. I knew that I couldn’t just let her
walk out of my life. I’d never happen up on another woman who makes me feel as
good as she does and looks as good as she does doing it.

I wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock and
closed my eyes. I pictured Elly’s pretty face and then in my mind I began to
travel down her body. I started stroking my cock as I pictured her trying to
immerse myself in the memory of her sweet lips wrapped around it. The way she
played with my balls while she sucked on me was so fucking hot….I felt like
there were going to suddenly bust open and semen was going to pour out at any
second…they were so fucking tight. I stroked it and rubbed it and pictured Elly
at every angle. I still couldn’t get off and the frustration was mounting
inside of me.

“
Arrrgh
! Fuck! Shit!” I
couldn’t get it back. I wasn’t going to be able to get off now. Not without
her. I fucking needed her and it pissed me off.

I kicked the pile of shit that I’d thrown off the
couch. It felt good to release some aggression so I kicked it again, harder.
That time the crack pipe flew across the room and shattered against the table
leg. I kicked at the pile again and this time the bong broke. I didn’t give a
fuck. The only thing I wanted…the only thing I needed, just walked out the
mother fucking door.

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