Page 13 of CurVy Forever

I chase after her; the twigs under my shoes snap, and the mesh of leaves crunch. Darting to the left, I sprint alongside her and get ahead, ready to cut her off.

I stop behind a tall trunk.

Waiting until the sound of her feet closes in, I pump my fists and then lunge from behind the tree.

She drops her bags as I snatch her throat and thrust her spine into the hard surface of a thick trunk, knocking a moan of air from her chest.

She squirms and fights.

Which does things to me.

I pin her body to the tree with my own, forcing all six-foot-four inches of myself against her little curvaceous form. She is so weak compared to me. Soft and supple against my hard, thick edges. My cock is throbbing, pressing up into my suit pants, needing to get between her thighs, and my brain is firing uncomfortably, mocking my sober state of mind.

I cover her mouth and bend down, meeting her startled eyes. “Shhh. I’m not here to hurt you. I just need to talk to you in private, Baby Girl.” I hold her gaze. “But wasn’t that fun? Running through the trees with me?”

A tear rises to the corner of her eye.

“Listen. You don’t know what you’re getting into with Tyler. He is not well. He shouldn’t be alone with you. I don’t think you can handle him. Send him home, and I’ll look after my brother.” With a shaky hand, she circles my wrist, adding resistance to my possessive hold on her throat.

“Donnie asked me to look after Tyler,” she states, eyes flaring with defiance, and that attitude thickens my cock.

“I don’t know you, Baby Girl. Women always think they can handle my brother and all they do is send him spiralling. I’m surprised Donnie trusts you.”

“Well, I know you, Dexter Vaughn. You kidnapped a little girl away from her mother. You did—” She grits her teeth. “God knows what you did to her. You’re sick.”

Her words flare anger through me, and my brain barks for a drink to remain calm while my cock throbs to take my discomfort out on her.

“I don’t like little girls.” I press into her, my hard-on at her soft lower stomach, my lips pressing to the shell of her ear. The scent of her rises to my nostrils. “I like my women thick,” I purr, pissed off with what she is implying.

If only she knew…

A snarl rushes straight to my crotch. My cock beats between our bodies, and my eyes darken. I could take her right here.

Teach her a lesson.

Save Tyler from heartbreak.

She begins to pant; her tits puff into me as she strains to breathe within my palm.

Is she turned on or scared?

Perhaps both.

So, I continue. “I like to fill my hands with soft flesh. The curves of a woman are like a drug to me. And I have a very, very addictive personality.”

She swallows as I grind against her stomach, desperate to relieve the pressure, raging to control the rushing blood that fills me to utter torture. “Curves like yours, Baby Girl. These—” I groan, feeling the length of her warm body pressed to mine. “Curves. A classic kind of woman like you needs to be fucked hard, rough, and thrown around. I bet you bruise beautifully. I bet I could squeeze these thighs and fuck you all day, and your bruises will tell the tale long after you stop screaming my name.”

She is frozen, fearful, yet so fucking excited she is feverish under my touch. I get it—why my brothers like her. But she’ll just come between them, and me, too. She’ll fuck everything up, and I’ll never make amends.

“Then why did you take that child?” she breathes, cutting into my thoughts. “What could you possibly want with her, you sick fuck!”

Fuck. Bitch. I loathe her words, but I get so hard under her feisty voice my pulse thrashes through the veins in my shaft, begging for it to be drained.

“Watch your pretty mouth,” I utter, her hair caressing my lips as I talk. And I don’t think. I bite down on her ear, sink my teeth in and then— Pain flares through my erection, the blunt force of her knee ramming between my legs bashes a growl from me.

My hand slips from her mouth as I keel over and grip my aching cock, palming it.

“Fuck,” I growl as she wriggles free from me. She scoops up the shopping bags and takes off into the trees. But I am sure, before that moment, I am fucking certain, she was moaning as I sank my teeth in. I could fucking swear to God, I felt her rock her pussy into my thigh.

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