Page 7 of CurVy Forever

A growl falls from his mouth, guttural and hoarse. His hips pick up pace, his cock so thick and deep my entire pelvis cramps, but my pussy still spasms with delight to the thorough fucking.

Heat hits my temples.

And I come again.

I hold on as my orgasm jerks through me, and he starts to shudder as my pussy clamps down on him.

“Fuck. Like tha-that.” He gasps. “Fuck. Milk me, milk me dry, Vallie Baby. You want me deep. Want me forever.”

He is big, like his brother, and when he comes, he doesn’t hold back, impaling the tight space inside me over and over again, filling me.

The bed hits the wall three times on each painful thrust, and he growls my name. “Vallie, Vallie, Vallie, fuck.”

“That’s a good boy,” I praise, and he groans.

“S-so warm.” His cum builds around his cock, flooding me and pouring onto mattress.

Tyler lets his satiated weight press me further into the mattress, his face dipping to the side of mine, his hair wet, his lips moving on every inch of skin he can find.

“Vallie,” he declares sweetly. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucked up. I come on too strong. Please understand.”

I cup the back of his neck. “I’m not exactly normal, either. And if you just take your meds, I think I’d like to get to know you better, Tyler. We could take our time. Are you in a hurry? I don’t just want your vulnerabilities and your soul. All the other bits that make up you are important, too.”

He stiffens. “Slow down?”

“Maybe.” I trace the trembling muscles that tighten along his back. “A little, like, I don’t want to be a mother anytime soon.”

He lifts his head and mischievous intent flashes through his gaze. “Your body knows what you want.” A big hand slides down to my abdomen; he cups the fleshy part over my womb. “You’ll catch up, baby.”

CHAPTER 3

VALLIE

My small unit does seem even smaller with this massive man, with an even more abundant personality, sharing it with me. And I don’t know how long he’ll be here. I hoped my lie would mean he didn’t have to hide.

“Have you heard from Donnie?” I move the dirty breakfast plates from the sink into the dishwasher and look across the open-plan living space. It’s always been a small space, but it was just me and my books.

“Nope. He’s okay. I can tell.”

“How can you tell? Doesn’t he have a job or… I dunno,” I say as Tyler pushes through his third set of fifty push-ups. The muscles in his biceps ripple and pulse with each dip; it’s an erotic sight. I don’t understand how he can just hang around here. Doesn’t he have anywhere to be?

“You can text him if you want?” He pants through the next string of short sentences. “He probably won’t reply. Might see it. His burner number is under Cronk.” He rolls to his back and exhales hard. Finished. “In my phone. Screen lock is 2827.”

My fingers twitch to reach for Tyler’s phone that is set on the edge of the counter, but I don’t, clearing my throat and swallowing that impulse.

Will anyone be missing him?

A friend, family… girl.

I grumble. After stacking the dishes, I fish out the last washing tablet from the Ziplock bag. It reminds me that my fridge is nearly empty, too. I’ll need to walk to the shops.

My routine is all thrown out. I’m taking these new developments in my life moment by fucking moment.

A buzz catches my attention; a silent notification appears on the display of my smart watch; a phone call from an unknown number.

My spine twists tight with anxiety.

“I’m going to shower,” I mutter, a shiver of uncertainty racing along my arms as I turn and leave.

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