Rocco and I lie beside each other, staring up at the ceiling fan as it twirls around, hypnotizing both of us.

I breathe in and out and listen to the sound of Rocco panting beside me. After a few seconds, I regain enough strength and ability to turn my head to face him.

As soon as we lock eyes, we both get this exceptionally cheesy look on our faces and I’m the first to spout into a fit of giggles.

“You, my dear, are fucking amazing,” he sings and holds his arms up to the sky which makes me laugh even harder.

I turn around and face him completely, laying on my side. “I have a confession to make.”

I prop my elbow up and cradle my head in my left hand.

Rocco raises his eyebrows. “Yeah? What is it.”

I bite my lip and look down at his ripped, incredible body still glistening with the sweat of our passionate lovemaking.

“I don’t want to say,” I shake my head and giggle.

“Oh, come on, you have to tell me now,” he playfully nudges me. “That’s the rule.”

“What rule?” I ask and place my hand on his abs.

“You know,” he waves his hands as if I’m supposed to just guess. “The rule. You say you have a confession to make. Well, out with it already!”

He leans close to me and kisses my neck, sending chill bumps of pleasure up my spine.

“Well, this is not the first time one of my orgasms is because of you,” I say, and we exchange a look that makes my bones melt.

“What are you saying?” His mouth spreads into a delicious grin. He knows exactly what I’m talking about, but I know he wants me to go ahead and say the words.

“You know,” I mutter. “I sometimes get off by picturing you. Now it’s actually…fucking real,” I say and look up at him.

His eyes cloud with lust and blazing hot desire once again. I instinctively glance down and notice that his cock is growing hard again too. I’m turning him on by telling him I fuck myself to his image. He must have the libido of a porn star.

“So, do you picture me going down on you?” He whispers and slides closer to me, beginning to rub my hips.

“Sometimes,” I say softly and feel the heat between us growing so hot that the way he touches me nearly scalds my skin.

“I can make every fucking fantasy you ever have come true,” he breathes into my neck, and I believe him because I’m living it in the fantastic present.

“Your cock is so fucking huge,” I lick my lips and stare at how enormous he is, rubbing against my thigh.

“I can fill you up again, sexy girl if you want me to,” he groans and kisses me.

“I love how you ask first,” I note. “Of course, I want you to fuck me again,” I moan with desperation.

“I’m a gentleman contrary to popular opinion,” he jokes and climbs on top of me, spreading my legs. “I can kick it up a notch though,” he says and holds me tightly, letting me know he likes to be in control too.

“I’m going to make that wild dream come true, naughty girl,” he crones as he presses his face between my legs.

First, though, he teases me by gently grazing his fingertips against my inner thighs, slowly dragging them up and down so that he’s driving me wild from the suspense of the moment.

I moan and writhe around in the sheets, digging my nails into the covers and balling them up in my fists as he continues to sexually torment me.

“What’s wrong with you, pretty girl?” Rocco grins slyly.

“I want to feel your mouth on me,” I croak with desperation.

Rocco kisses my inner thighs, using practice movements across my skin and sending me into an oblivion of desire and longing.

“How are you so fucking good at this?” I arch my back, with unimaginable pleasure already and he hasn’t even touched my pulsating pussy lips.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his mouth tickles my soft, pink fleshy folds and he gently pulls apart my swollen pussy lips with his tongue.

“Oh,” I moan and arch my back again, spreading my legs wider in a natural way to allow him in.

He slowly and agonizingly moves his tongue in intricate circles, swirling and moving across my clitoris until the bubble of orgasm begins to increase and rise through my entire body.

“Fuck,” I cry out and dig my nails into his scalp, burying my hands in his hair and pulling, pushing him further and further between my legs.

He frantically whips his tongue around until my clitoris needs to release the pleasure. I’m on the fucking brink of collapse and as I tightly squeeze my eyes shut, I see stars.

I’m certain that if it is possible, fireworks invisibly spark and fly between Rocco and me and the deep connection we have together.

In the most private, darkest corners of my mind, I allow myself to explode with orgasm, wetting the sheets into a puddle around us. The center of my belly grows with the warm sensation and I lose all control.

Rocco holds me in place as I rock almost violently. After I calm down a few seconds later, I can still feel my pussy convulsing and spasming from my climax.

“Wow” is the only word I’m able to mutter through my extreme ecstasy.

“You like that, dirty girl?” Rocco’s eyes are mischievous and dark, making me swoon.

“Yes,” I nod with vigor.

He takes the tip of his cock and rubs it against the outside of my pussy lips. “Fuck, you are so wet,” he says.

“You have that effect on me,” I admit as if it’s not entirely obvious by now.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, sexy little girl,” he groans as he pushes the tip of his throbbing cock between my legs.

With a grunt, Rocco’s hard cock pushes its way inside me and I gasp once he fills me entirely.

He grabs my hips and thrusts hard, in and out while I lay beneath him, trembling from the passion.

His eyes are driven by the purpose of an orgasmic destiny and it’s a race that we both can’t wait to cross the finish line of.

He opens my legs wider and places them over his shoulders, plowing me harder and faster.

“Oh, damn. You are sexy,” he says and flicks and squeezes my nipples.

“What the fuck is this?”

I hear a female voice roaring and I immediately move to place the covers over my naked body while Rocco stumbles off the top of me.

He, too, wraps the covers around his waist.

“Jana? Get the hell out!” he roars with anger.

“I just finished cleaning up the remainder of the dishes by myself, no thanks to this dirty little slut,” she lashes and points at me through gritted teeth.

Meanwhile, I’m clambering to escape the bedroom, feeling horrified and mortified, to say the least.

“I’m so sorry,” I manage to say while I scramble back into my clothing. My heart is pumping with violent adrenaline.

“What the fuck, Rocco? So you’re stooping to this trashy level to sleep with the help?” Jana continues to verbally abuse me as if I’m not even present in the room.

“Shut the fuck up, Jana! You and I are old news. You need to get the fuck over yourself and mind your own fucking business!” Rocco is pissed, and the veins in his neck bulge out.

“You are a terrible whore!” Jana cries out and points a condescending and blaming finger in my direction as I jog to the entrance of Rocco’s bedroom.

Without another word to either of them, I pass into the safety of the hallway and slam the door shut behind me.

I bolt down the stairs and rush outside into the Hampton’s summer night, gasping for fresh air.

I am probably as good as fired. So much for an awesome evening of making tons of money and getting to have sex with Rocco. Once again, Jana finds a way to destroy my life.

The chemistry and connection between Rocco and I, are just beginning to ignite and now she’s smothering our flame.

I can’t believe how cute he is, and the way he jokes with me as if his cold and distant personality is a façade or a front. The Rocco I got to know tonight, both inside and outside of the bedroom, is one I want to get to know further.

I don’t want things to be all fucked up between us now, but I don’t know if I can ever show my face around him or Jana again. I just wish there was some way to tell Rocco how much I enjoy being in his company, but there’s no way in hell I’m going back in there.

I sit outside on the steps and pray that my Uber driver shows up quickly, so that I can flee this place for good.