Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
And as the crest of the orgasm slowly subsided, I felt Rocky’s climax hit. He had one hand holding my hip, which squeezed tighter as I felt the first rope of come hit my ass. He covered me in his seed, his grunts keeping my dripping cock hard.
I collapsed onto the bed with a “what the fuck is my life” kind of laugh, making sure to avoid the puddle of come I had created. I felt blissed-out. Like I had just spent an entire week at an all-inclusive spa resort. My muscles felt like they were all replaced by wet spaghetti. Rocky moved off the bed and walked over to a small closet. I watched him, catching my breath even though his flushed body threatened to steal it all over again. He walked back to the bed, his softening dick swinging back and forth, the head glistening. I could feel his come dripping down between my ass, over my balls.
“You good?” Rocky asked me, sitting down on the bed and using a soft towel to clean me up. His touch was tender. I found myself almost getting lulled into sleep as he rubbed the towel over my lower back. I could smell the eucalyptus scent coming from the warm towel.
“I’m better than good.” And then, for some ungodly and unknown reason, I decided to bring out Tony the Tiger. “I’m grrrreaaaat!”
Rocky cracked up. We both ended up cry-laughing, Rocky lying down on the bed when the fit of laughter had subsided. He put out an arm, and I curled into him, resting my head on his bicep, taking in his scent and trying to memorize every single individual note I could pick up on. I put a leg over his, making sure it wasn’t the tattooed thigh I leaned on.
As we lay there, drunk off the afterglow from the sex, I couldn’t help but ask the question that had been nibbling at the back of my brain for some time now. “Rocky, how, um, how are you so rich?”
Immediately, I regretted asking it.
“Sorry, dumb question.”
I could feel Rocky tense up next to me. The air felt heavier. Fuck, did I really step in it. Why did I have to ruin this moment with such a dum—
“My father, he was an investor. One of the sharpest, smartest, and most savvy. He took us out of the crime-infested neighborhood I spent my first birthdays in and moved us into an estate with more property than any of us knew what to do with. He worked day and night, and he built an empire.”
“Whoa. That’s amazing.”
“He was an amazing man. My mother, she hated feeling left out, so she started a business of her own. She created a few products, but her biggest was, by far, the Sonnie. Those sponges that last forever and are shaped like big orange suns.”
“No way? Your mom made the Sonnie? My parents swear by those things.”
Rocky nodded, a small smile curling his lips, but it didn’t match the emotion I could see in his eyes. The shadow of sadness that crept into his normally bright gaze.
“I remember when she was testing a bunch of different sponges. Our kitchens were covered in sponges. One time, I had hidden a box of Twinkies where my mom had stacked about fifty different sponges. I really wanted those Twinkies, so I tried to open the cabinet just enough that I could fit my hand in, without thinking to move the sponges first. I’m all contorted on the kitchen counter, and I can feel the damn box at the edge of my fingertips, and then, my mom walks in. I get scared and pull my hand back, knocking down the tower of sponges. Good thing I did because then I ended up falling back, into the mosh sponge pit.”
My jaw dropped open. “Oh my gawd, that could have been bad.”
“Yeah, my mom’s sponges saved me. And then, when I dig myself out of the mess, I look up and smile at my mom, who’s rightfully pissed off. Except I was having a difficult time smiling. I reach up and pull out the sponge that’s in my mouth. It’s shaped like a sun.”
“You’re the reason for the Sonnie?” I asked, laughing.
“Part of it, I guess. That’s why she spelled it ‘son’ instead of ‘sun.’” He laughed, his chest rising and falling under my arm. “It is a damn good sponge, though.”
I couldn’t help but kiss him, smiling as I did it. “It is,” I said, lying back down on the bed, my heart feeling all kinds of full.
“That was what was so great about my parents. They lifted each other up. When my mom helped my dad find success, he made sure he helped my mom find hers. She was the one who started him down the rabbit hole of YouTube videos and message boards where he learned all the basics. I loved that about them. They inspired me to open up my own business fresh out of college.”