“Goddamn, you’re so sweet. Give me that cum juice, sweet girl, I’m like Popeye looking for his can of spinach. When I get that good stuff, I’m gonna take that pussy and smash it.”
I let out a giggle and move one hand to the top of his head to grip his hair. He keeps a steady rhythm for a moment, long enough for me to grab on to my orgasm and let go. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the intense waves of pleasure flow through my arms and legs, all the way to my core.
I’m gasping for air as Coen quickly stands up, pushes down his jeans, and slides his thick cock inside me. No matter how many times he’s taken me, his girth always fits so snugly. Sometimes I have to ask him to slow down because he hits me so deep. Right now, though, he won’t be told to stop as he grips my hips and pulls my ass nearly off the end of the counter and starts to thrust in and out of me.
“Say it, Eden. Say it.”
He’s gritting his teeth, so I know he’s close to the edge and I can’t tease him. Normally I would make him work it out of me, but he’s ravenous right now, and I am, too. Even after just having an orgasm, I want another.
“I love you, Coen. I love you so much, baby. With all my heart and soul.”
My words are like a balm, but it doesn’t come anywhere close to cooling his passion or slowing what his cock is doing. He thrusts hard, and it’s a sweet pull between us as my body climbs higher and higher.
“I love you, too, sweet girl. Since the first moment, Eden.”
With his words, we both fall over the edge and give in to paradise. Coen can’t cum without hearing me say I love him, and his confession back to me always does me in. He finds his release deep inside me, and he clings to my body, kissing every available inch.
“Mmmm. I think I want a nap now, too,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“I think we’ve got about an hour. Take me to bed and snuggle with me.”
He lifts me off the counter without pulling out and walks me to the bedroom just beyond the living room. I feel myself clenching around him as he takes each step, and suddenly I’m not so sleepy anymore. I lean forward, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear.
“Maybe I’m not tired anymore,” he says, as he lowers me to the bed and slowly starts to thrust in and out. “I think I want it slow this time, Eden. Nice and slow. Show me how much you love me, baby. Open those legs wider and give me what’s mine. This is what happens when you tempt me, sweetheart.”
“You like it,” I say, giving him a sassy smile.
He gives me one right back and then makes slow, sweet love to me. I may have been young when he saved me, but we’ve belonged to one another since that day. I’ve never regretted our decision for a second and neither has he. Our story is quick and dirty, but it’s exactly what we need.
THE END
Surprise Bonus Book… Curvy!
The first time Flynn Long sees her, she's lying on a bed in lingerie. The picture is soft, just like her curves, and instantly he's obsessed.
Cali Carr is at the end of her full-figure modeling career when she's hired for a new campaign. But when the owner of the company steps out of the shadows and starts calling the shots, a job is the last thing it feels like.
Love at first sight isn't supposed to be real. One touch isn't supposed to ignite so much. A single picture isn't supposed to drive a man insane. But luckily for us it's happening in Curvy!
Warning: Over the top isn't strong enough for what this short story is. It's velvety sweetness coated in insta-love cheese, and it's waiting for you to take a bite.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Edited by Aquila Editing
Cover Model: Ruby Roxx
Artist: Jessica "Rae" MacMhuirich
Thigh High’s by Kixies
Cover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Dedicated to the people who hate to have their picture taken. Don’t be scared to show the world how beautiful you are…. you never know who’s watching.