His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,17
against her cunt, holding her in place when she shouts my name like she's surprised. Her hands clutch at my hair, her entire body bowing off the bed.
I swipe my tongue through her folds, gathering all that honey and swallowing it down before I thrust my tongue into her little hole. She's tight as hell, resisting even that small intrusion. I switch tactics and play with her clit with my tongue while working a finger inside of her. Her cunt is tight around it, squeezing hard.
There's no way I'm getting inside her without hurting her if I don't loosen her up some first. And there's no way I'm going to hurt her after I promised I wouldn't. Fuck that noise. No one hurts my little dove or breaks promises to her, least of all me.
"You're so fucking tight, angel," I groan, working my finger in and out of her and teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her body starts to shake as her orgasm bears down on her. I work a second finger inside of her and then twist and scissor them, trying to loosen her up a little. "Come for your man, little dove. I want to lick it all up before I claim your cherry."
"Bentley, oh my God. What are you…? How are you…?"
I pull her clit into my mouth and curl my fingers up at the same time, rubbing firmly against her g-spot.
Bentley!" she wails, coming all over my face and beard. Her body bucks beneath me, her orgasm taking her hard.
I cum instantly, so fucking fast I don't have a chance in hell of holding it off or slowing it down. Her voice hasn't even faded before I'm making a mess of the bed.
One of my favorite parts of being a musician has always been listening to the crowd scream and go crazy for the music. The feeling is indescribable, like walking on water. Hearing my little dove screaming my name tops that feeling by miles.
I bury my face in her pussy again, attacking her like a starving animal as she comes. I don't stop…I don't think I can stop. She tastes too good, sounds too good. God, everything about her was designed to drive me crazy. Her honey drenches my beard as I eat her, throwing her straight from one orgasm into another.
Her voice breaks as she convulses, coming so hard I'm a little worried she's going to pass out. I back off, nuzzling her soft little cunt and crooning to her as the pleasure takes her. I press reverent kisses to her clit and her mound, to her plump pussy lips. Her body is my altar now. I'll be worshipping at it like the most devoted and devout priest on the planet.
Once she stops shaking, I crawl up her body, my eyes locked on her face. Her eyes are closed, her mouth partially open. Her hair is plastered to her forehead and her cheeks are this rosy pink color that reminds me of little cherubs.
I kiss her nipple and then her lips, smiling when she moans my name and reaches for me with shaking hands. How in the hell does she keep getting even more beautifully adorable? Just when I think she can't possibly be any more perfect, she does something to top it. She's going to keep me falling in love with her, I already know it. I'll be ninety and still falling for her.
It's just what she does to me.
I lean down to press my lips to her arm, smiling. "You feel good, little dove?"
"Mmhmm," she says. Her eyes flutter but don't open.
"You still awake?"
"Mmhmm." She sighs, her sweet breath washing across my face. "Bentley?"
"Yeah, angel?"
"I want you inside me now."
The quiet command in her voice steals another piece of my heart. I laugh softly and wrap one of her legs around my hip, opening her up to me. My cock slides through her sticky folds, pulling a groan from my lips. I'm already hard again. I have a feeling I'm going to be staying that way with her for the foreseeable future. Maybe longer.
"Open your eyes, little dove," I croon, wanting to see those pretty eyes on me when I thrust into her for the first time. I need to see them for reasons I can't even explain to myself. When she looks at me with trust in her eyes, I feel like everything in my life is exactly right. I need that now, because I already know