His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,31
them hear.
"Jesus, angel," he groans, burying his face in my throat as he pumps into me, shifting me up the wall with each hard thrust. The wood scratches at the backs of my arms and catches little strands of my hair, but it doesn't hurt. I like how he controls my body, moving me how and where he wants me. He makes it look easy.
"I love you, Bentley," I whisper.
He growls, his hands digging into my hips. "Fuck. Say it again, angel. Scream it for me so everyone knows who you belong to. So everyone hears that sweet voice and knows they'll never get to touch you like this. You're all mine."
"I love you!" I shout, giving him what he wants.
He moans in response and then bites my neck. "Yeah, you do, little dove. And you love this cock too. Your cunt was made to take me. You grip me so goddamn tight. It feels so fucking good. Christ, angel. All I can think about is you and this pretty pussy."
"You're all I think about too. I need you all the time, Bentley!"
"You have me all the time," he says, all soft and sweet like he isn't fucking me up against the wall in the bathroom. "I belong to you, Cami. My heart, my body, this cock. It was all made for you anyway. Take it, little dove. It's all yours."
"Bentley!" I cry out, his words sending me careening toward another orgasm.
"Ah, shit, little dove. Are you going to come all over me again? You are, aren't you?"
"Yes. God, yes. Harder, Bentley. Please."
He gives me what I want, gripping my hips and pounding into me so hard it steals my breath. Even then, I want it harder, deeper. With him, I'll always want more. He lights something up inside of me, makes my entire body sing for him.
He claims my lips in a kiss. It's hard and messy, like he can't control himself as he licks at my lips and then consumes me, demanding everything I have and then more. I give it all to him, kissing him until black spots swim behind my closed eyelids and my heart races.
I come apart, breaking, breaking, breaking into a million little pieces. Ecstasy hums through my veins, vibrating like the strings of a guitar under his skilled hands. Everything inside me vibrates as my body clamps down on his and a cry of completion, of euphoria leaves my lips.
"Cami," he groans against my lips, coming apart with me. He rocks his hips as he spills into me, riding me through it and giving me everything he has. My name sounds like a song on his lips. The rush of blood through my veins sings a counterpoint. "I love you, little dove. I love you."
"I love you too," I whisper, collapsing against him in a sated pile of sweat and come and joy.
He cuddles me close to his big body, his forehead against mine. Our breaths steam between us, mingling as we come down together. I think this moment, this peaceful, perfect moment, is even better than the orgasm he just gave me. We're not two separate people, but one big mess of us.
"I want this forever," I tell him, tears stinging at my eyes. "Every day of forever."
"Then it's yours," he answers. "You can have whatever you want, angel. I'll never tell you no or hurt you. You're my heart now, my soul. I love you so fucking much."
"Bentley?"
"Yeah, little dove?"
"I've never been this happy before," I whisper.
"Me neither, angel." He kisses my cheek and then my forehead. "But I'm going to keep making you this happy for the rest of your life."
"You really want me to do the video and launch party with you?" I ask him.
"I'm not singing with anyone but you. If you don't want to do it, that's all right, but I will never sing our song with anyone else," he says, and I know he means it. "You don't have to do anything for me though, Cami. I won't be mad if you say no, and neither will anyone else."
I know he won't, because he loves me. He's been so sweet all week, making sure that I had a say in everything…even things that didn't have anything to do with our song. Mara disappeared after Soren paid her and everything has been going smoothly. My head is just spinning a little bit. A week ago, I was simply Riley's assistant, doing a favor for my crush. Now