His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,30
out of his life, it ripped my heart to pieces. I let my own issues cloud my judgement and fill me with doubt and fear, but I should have known better. Bentley loves me. It's written all over his face and in every stroke of those rough hands against my softer skin. To him, I'm perfect.
I'll never doubt him again.
He pulls the top of my dress down as he slips a hand inside my panties. "Jesus, Cami," he growls, "you're soaked for me."
I know I am. I have been since he dragged me out of the conference room after playing the final cut of his album for me. He used the duet. I think we poured our souls into singing the lyrics of Would You Stay, letting the world hear how lonely we've both been and how much we longed for what we've found together. Emotion resonates in our voices and whispers from every line. We sound incredible.
The entire album is amazing.
It's going to be a massive hit. I knew it the minute I heard it. Riley and Soren confirmed it. Soren offered to produce an album for me anytime I'm ready, said it would be his pleasure to work with me. Bentley growled at him.
He said he didn't like the way Soren was looking at me, which is ridiculous because I'm pretty sure Soren is gay and dating his assistant. But Bentley swears he was looking at my boobs. He's crazy, but I kind of like his possessive side. It's hot.
They want to use the duet as the first single off the album. They also want me in the video with Bentley and singing with him at the album launch party, which took me by surprise. Bentley stood up in the middle of Riley trying to convince me and picked me up before stomping out of the room with me. We've been in the bathroom since. I think he's using sex to calm me down, but I don't feel anxious. I don't feel anything but him.
He presses his thumb against my clit, attacking the tops of my breasts at the same time. I cry out his name, dropping my head back against the wall. His beard abrades my skin, making me moan. I'm already on the verge of an orgasm. Somehow, he knows exactly how to touch me to send me flying over the edge in a matter of minutes. I love the way he makes me feel. God, I love everything about him.
"Fuck, Cami. Your little pussy has me addicted to it," he says as he kisses across my cleavage and plays with my clit at the same time. "I love how wet you get for me and how fucking tight you grip me. You fucking love when I'm inside you, don't you, angel?"
"Yes. I love it so much, Bentley," I moan, trying to be quiet. It's hard though…so damn hard when he's touching me and growling at me and kissing me all at the same time. I love his mouth and the things he says and does with it.
"I'm going to imprint my dick in you so you want it all the time, little dove. You won't be able to go a full day without begging me to make you come all over me. God, I'm so fucking hard right now. I need you to come so I can fuck you again." He presses me into the wall harder, holding me up with his hips so he can thrum against my clit and slip his fingers inside me at the same time.
I bite my lip, gripping his hair hard. He rubs my g-spot. I try to be quiet. I really do. But as soon as his magical fingers touch that heavenly spot, I shout his name. My inner walls clamp down on his fingers as I come hard, soaking my panties and his hand.
"Fuck yes," he growls, sinking his teeth into my breast. "Give it all to me, little dove."
I do, writhing and moaning as waves of bliss crash over me and then roll through me. It feels like flying, only better. Because I don't get a chance to come down before he's got his pants undone and is thrusting into me hard and fast.
I claw at his shoulders, whining his name as he fucks me like he can't stop. It's fast and messy and so damn good. I don't even care if everyone in the conference room hears us and knows what's happening in here. Let