His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,15

her at the same time. She tastes too fucking good. I'm going to get addicted to her and that taste. To the way she cries out my name and how fucking sexy she is. I'm going to love every inch of this woman, teach her just how beautiful she is.

She leans forward, letting me yank her shirt off over her head and toss it…somewhere. I lose track as soon as it's off her. I lose my ability to think straight too. Her tits are pushed up, the tops swelling out of her bra. It's this strappy emerald green thing that looks like sin against her porcelain skin.

"God, angel, you're soft everywhere," I growl, grinding her against my cock again. I can't help it. It's been a good year since he's been in anything but my own hand, and he is dying to get a taste of this angel. Cum leaks from me, leaving a damp spot in my boxers. "I've never been this hard in my life. Fuck. Hang on to me."

She wraps her arms around my neck again right before I lift her away from the wall and practically run to the bedroom. I need to see her spread out on the bed, her eyes all dazed and her face flushed. She keeps wiggling in my arms, trying to create friction, but her skirt is in the way. She whines her frustration, clenching and unclenching her hands against my shoulders.

As soon as we're in the bedroom, I drop her on the bed. I'm so amped up, so fucking desperate for her, that I'm shaking as I grab her skirt and pull it from her in one motion.

My cock pulses again, cum shooting into my boxers.

Lord Jesus. Her panties match her bra. There's no way I'm going to survive this. Men weren't built to withstand this kind of heavenly torture. We're weak and needy and she's a goddamn goddess. As soon as I get inside her, I'm going to lose it.

"Bentley," she laughs, staring up at me like I hung the moon. "You're doing it again."

"Fuck, I know. I can't stop, angel," I tell her, nothing but the truth. "You got me all messed up in the head. I have no control. None. You're wrecking me and you aren't even trying to do it, are you? Don't even know what you're doing to me."

"Wh…" She stops and licks her lips. "What am I doing to you?"

"Making me fall in love, little dove. You're making me fall in love. Lay back and let me see you."

Genuine delight flares in her eyes, turning them the prettiest emerald green I've ever seen. She scoots backward until she's in the middle of the bed and then lies on her back, smiling up at me shyly. "Like this?"

I stare at her, shamelessly palming my cock through my jeans as I devour her with my gaze. She is…I don't even have words. I think she stole them with whatever witchcraft she's using on me. Her curvy body is somehow even sexier than I imagined. Her stomach is rounded with little lines that make me want to kiss every single one of them. Her wide hips flare out from her waist in an hourglass shape. Those thighs were made to be wrapped around me, I'm certain of it.

"I'm not going to last," I mumble, though I'm not sure if I'm apologizing to her or warning myself that this is going to be over way too soon if I don't slow it down a little. I'm not even in her and I'm already on the verge of cumming all over myself.

I yank my t-shirt off over my head and toss it aside.

Cami gasps again, staring at me like she wants to eat me up this time. Her pink tongue dances across her bottom lip, desire flaring bright as the sunrise in those pretty eyes as they rove all over my chest and abdomen. I'm not vain and I don't really give a fuck what people think about me. I work out to burn off energy…but the look in her eyes makes me feel like a fucking rockstar.

"I like your tattoos," she says, all shy and sweet, lifting her gaze to mine.

"I'm going to put your name on me." I tap my chest, right above my heart to show her where. "Right here so everyone knows this belongs to you now."

Her entire expression goes soft again, her lips curving into a happy smile.

I pop the button on my jeans