Curvy Novels & Stories

“Good, sweetheart, but give me your eyes. I want to see those Bambi eyes as you taste me.” I know what he wants. Arranging myself in a kneeling position, I take his pole between my lips and then look up at him with the most innocent expression I can muster. I know the tableaux it presents. I’m a curvy woman with huge breasts, wide hips and a big bottom. I may have the face of a young, naïve girl, but my body begs to differ, especially with my pink lips pursed tight around his cock. “Shit,” he grunts. “You do this so well, Rina. How the fuck did you learn?”

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This is still Julia’s time. I move back to her folds, spreading her inner lips with my face as my tongue enters her, probing as deeply as possible. The taste of her now is like sweet wine on the lips of a man dying of thirst in a hot desert. I lap her up, still taking my time, still sending wave after wave of passion through her body. She is tense now, ready to come undone. I continue to tease her to her peak before I return my attention to that heavenly nub of hers. When my tongue caresses it again, Julia cannot hang on any longer, and with a cry, she shouts my name, “Braxton! God!” and begins to spasm. The feel of her pussy clenching and losing around my tongue is euphoria for me as well a

One of them said the word curse twice. Caelum's voice cut through the others each time he spoke. By the time the doors opened again about fifteen minutes later and the council members filed out past me without making eye contact, I had a fairly clear picture of the room. Caelum came out last. He looked at me for a moment, then reached out and touched my cheek, just lightly, the backs of his fingers against my face, and the gesture was so unexpected that I genuinely did not have a prepared reaction for it.

“These curves drive me crazy. This tight pussy clenching around me. You are perfect. Come for me love. Come on my cock.” I shattered around him. My orgasm crashed through me hard. I screamed his name as my walls pulsed around him. Nico took his turn next. He slid into me slow and deep. His mouth stayed at my ear whispering praise while he rocked into me. “These curves were made for us. This tight wet pussy. These heavy tits. This soft belly. You were made to be worshipped like this. Feel how deep I am inside you.”

She either misheard me or enjoyed the ruined look that started to corrupt me. “Are you gonna cum already? We’re only just getting started.” She pulled her skirt up a little with her free hand, and I stared at her slow movements until she started tracing lines over her own skin. Pink cotton panties that did nothing to cover the wet mess between her legs. Her pussy was almost as wet as my dick right now. “Cum for me, Cody.” She pulled her panties to the side and showed off her swollen lips. The scent of her spread across the room in an instant. Lust, want, and desire coating into one heavy, addictive scent.

Her wet dreams, her soaked panties, the way her body arched when we touched her—she belonged to us. I wasn’t going to let Zane or anyone else take what only we could fix. We had to claim her tonight. Tease her until she was begging, slide our cocks into her tight heat, knot her deep, and make her scream our names while we filled her up. Only then would this torture end. I hung up and moved closer through the crowd, eyes locked on her. One more night. Then she’s ours for good. The curse breaks, and this pull... it has to stop. But damn, part of me doesn’t want it to.

I even planned to blow up the plane once because of its strange noise, which nearly ruined our food. "How about this, Celare? Do you like the color of this one? Don't worry about the specs; they're fine." Sarreth was smiling at me. And what are the specs that this one refers to? She even presented me with matte black with an apple on the back, an apple that had been bitten because it wasn't complete. Is this the fucking laptop? Its smoothness and it looks like with just one throw, I have cracked its thin body. This is also what Sarreth always uses in her work.

Not in pain—more like the emotional equivalent of someone stepping on a Lego. “...Charming... truly...” he muttered, flexing his fingers like they’d been contaminated.

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.