Page 5 of CurVy Forever

“They make me too clear.”

“Okay” —I try to reach him in a different way— “but I want you to be clear so you can be present with me. Don’t you want that, Tyler? To be stable to take care of me?”

He nods and breathes, “Yeah.”

“If you take your medication…” I peer through my lashes at him and lift my hips to squeeze his hard cock between our bodies. “I’ll let you do anything to me, Tyler. I’ll let you use me however you want, whenever you want.”

His eyes darken.

I go on. “I’ll let you take me in the shower, while I’m asleep, anything you want. I’ll let you do anything. What do you want, Tyler?”

He runs his tongue along his lip, and I see something flare through his gaze before he reaches between our bodies. His finger slides between my lips, and he pushes inside.

I close my eyes as he explores my plump folds. No man fingers a girl like Tyler Vaughn. His masterful fingers have a kind of road map to all the nerves and muscles within me. He recognises the smallest of flutters, circling the flesh to encourage more.

“God.” I see stars as he fingers me slowly, softly. I can feel his gaze on my face even as my eyes dance in the darkness beneath my eyelids. “That’s perfect, Tyler.”

“Tell me I’m a good boy,” he says, kissing the corner of my lips before sliding his mouth to my jaw, my neck, all over.

“You’re such a good boy,” I moan, riding a perfect wave of pleasure.

“You like that.” He rotates his hand and applies pressure to another place, causing my toes to curl into the sheets. “The way your pussy pulses when I touch you. The way you weep over my fingers. Have you ever squirted before, baby?”

I shake my head, hazy delirium fogging my mind.

“You will. I can make you squirt.”

He crawls down my body and presses my outer thighs to the mattress, his large hands gripping the plump flesh, kneading it. The adoration in his touch is everything—he loves the thickness and weight.

He likes your curves, Vallie.

His tongue lashes up the seam of my pussy lips, but he doesn’t dip inside. His fingers continue their play, tickling the nerves, stirring them, but not for too long. It’s how I imagine edging would be, but without the pain. It’s subtle. Too perfectly placed. Rousing—like the slow build of a wave.

He watches his work and fingers me.

“That’s it, baby. That little pulse is everything. Yes. God, yes. You’re leaking all over my hand. Your pussy is so plump, snug, and so warm.” He licks me again, just once. “This flavour. It’s for me and Donnie. Only us. Yeah? Just us.”

“Yes.” I moan, lifting my hips, fucking myself on his fingers, needing more. “Only you.”

“Tut tut.” He reaches up and presses his hand to my stomach, holding me down. “My song. You take the keys I press. At my rhythm. That’s it. That’s it, baby.”

He sucks in a sharp breath; the sound of soft panting fills the room. God, I realise it’s coming from me.

“Donnie is right. Mm. You’re our little puppy. Panting for me. I want to make the puppy squirt all over the mattress.”

Fighting against the pressure of his palm on my pelvis, I mewl around, my backside squirming. “Please.”

“You want to squirt, baby?”

I cup my forehead, groaning, “Yes.”

“Have you before?”

The tickling inside me heightens. “No.”

“It’s for me. You hear me? I need to own this. I’ll be the only one to make it happen. If you ever squirt for anyone else, I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

His possessive utterance sends shudders up my body. He brings his hand down to part my lips, holding them open as his other fingers glide along my nerve endings, stimulating them to the point of physically buzzing.

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