His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,18
being inside her is going to completely change my life.
Her eyes flutter and then open as I line myself up at her entrance. She blinks a couple of times before she manages to focus on me. She's lust drunk, her two orgasms somehow making her softer and sweeter, even though that should be statistically impossible.
"You ready to be mine, Cami?" I ask, needing her to know this is permanent. Once I'm in her, she'll never have another man. When she gives herself to me, lets me claim her cherry, it's forever. No takebacks.
"So ready," she whispers, not a trace of hesitation or doubt to be found.
I thrust forward, my eyes locked with hers. Her tight cunt resists me for a moment before letting me in. Her heat surrounds me, squeezing like a vise around the head of my cock.
She whimpers as I tear through her virgin barrier. I grit my teeth and thrust into her, not stopping until I'm nine deep, my balls against her ass. Her brows wrinkle, pain crossing her face. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and digs her nails into my arms. I stay completely still, barely daring to breathe as I fight not to cum.
I tip my head toward hers, kissing her gently on the mouth. "Breathe through it, little dove. The pain will ease soon, I promise."
I sprinkle kisses across her cheeks and then down the side of her throat. Even though she's hurting, she tilts her head to give me room. I nip and bite at her neck and then her breasts, trying my best to make this easier for her.
Slowly, her body begins to relax. Her nails retract from my skin. I keep lavishing attention on her until she's moaning and arching beneath me. She wriggles, making me slide out an inch and then back in. Fuck. She feels like heaven around me.
There's not a chance in hell I will ever want anyone but her. She fits me like a glove, so damn hot and tight I know I'm going to spend a lifetime trying to loosen her up. It'll never happen. We'll be old and gray and I'll still be marveling over how goddamn good she feels wrapped around my cock.
The need to move is strong, but I fight through it.
"You okay now, angel?" I ask, lifting my head so I can see her face, make sure she's all right before I give in to the desire churning through me.
"Yes." She lifts her gaze to mine, surprise and awe stamped across her delicate features. "I didn't know it would feel like this, Bentley."
"Like what, little dove?"
"Like you were made to be inside me." She wiggles again, her mouth dropping open and her eyes glazing over. "I'm so full. It feels like…like…I don't know! It's so good, Bentley. I feel like I can't breathe because you feel so damn good. Move now, please?"
"Yeah, little angel," I agree, pumping my hips.
She throws her arms around me, crying out in bliss. Her head drops back, exposing the pale column of her throat to me. I lean down and nip her skin there, kissing her all over as I thrust in and out of her, trying not to cum before she does. It's hard though. She feels better than anything I've ever experienced. Her tight walls grip me, trying to suck me in deeper when I pull back. It's like her little pussy wants me as deep as possible.
I want it too. Need to imprint myself inside this woman so she never forgets that her body was made to take mine and only mine. There will be no sharing, no touching, no looking. I claimed her cherry, and that makes her mine. Maybe that's wrong to say, but I don't give a fuck.
"I love how you feel on top of me," she moans, writhing beneath me. Her nails rake down my back, making me thrust harder, deeper. "You're so much bigger than I am. God, Bentley. Harder, please. I need it!"
I give her what she wants. I am a gentleman, after all.
The headboard smacks against the wall in a staccato rhythm. I lock her legs around my waist and bury my face in her tits, licking and sucking and biting until she's crying out my name and digging her nails into my shoulders. Even then, I don't stop fucking her. I physically can't stop. Everything but her and how tight she is ceases to exist.
"I need you to come for me, little dove,"