Page 37 of His Curvy Woman

“Don’t let what happened in there with James last night, happen again. I know you restrained yourself from kicking his ass, but I won’t have my firehouse turning into some MMA arena, even if he had it coming.”

“Understood. But Chief, I won’t let him disrespect me either.”

He sighs loudly. “Hunter, I shouldn’t have to tell you that there are other ways to get your point across. But, if those don’t work, there are other places for you to make it clear.”

I nod, knowing there’s nothing else to be said on the matter. We both turn and go back to our trucks, but I stop when something James said last night pops into my head. “Hey, Chief,” I call.

“Yes, Hunter?” He says, still walking toward his truck.

“What happened to Whitley her junior year?”

He stops and turns to look at me, his face tense. “You’ll have to ask her about that, son. I’ll see you tomorrow at dinner.”

“Yes, sir,” I say to his retreating back.

Arriving home within twenty minutes, I find Whitley standing in the kitchen staring off into space. I don’t like the look of fear I see when I finally get her attention. When she tells me, she saw a car parked across the street, and she thought they were watching her. I’m convinced this has something to do with the voicemail I listened to yesterday.

“Take a shower with me?” I ask.

When she agrees, I lace my fingers with hers and walk us to the bathroom and turn on the shower as hot as it will go. As soon as we get in and Whitley has gotten her hair wet, I squirt some of her shampoo into my hand and start washing her hair.

“That feels so good.” She groans.

I chuckle. “How is your head feeling after last night?”

“Not so bad. We stopped drinking after our third margarita, but Tina’s makes the drinks stronger each time she makes them. I’m probably going to take a nap with you whenever you do today. I didn’t sleep too well on the floor last night.” She says and rinses her hair out.

Grabbing her conditioner, I squirt that in my hand and run it through her hair, then massage her scalp with the tips of my fingers. The look on her face, eyes closed with a beautiful smile, tells me she’s enjoying it, and right now knowing she’s happy is all that matters. “I have to wait for the furniture to arrive before I can go to sleep. I’ll probably just go to bed early tonight and skip the nap depending on when the furniture arrives today.”

“Oh, shoot. I forgot about that. Well, I guess we’ll just see what happens.” Whitley says, shrugging her shoulders. She grabs my loofa and squirts some of my body wash on it then rubs it against my chest, creating a soft lather. Starting at my neck, she washes me from my shoulders down to my ass, behind and then up my legs, and finally to my hardening cock. Whitley moves out of the way of the spray of water so that it rinses the soap from my body, then drops to her knees in front of me. She’s a fucking wet dream, hair slicked back, body dripping wet, on her knees in front of me, and looking up at me with a sneaky smile on her full lips.

Stroking my fingers against her neck, I push all the other shit going on lately, out of my head. Right now, it’s just her and I. “You’re so damn beautiful Whitley Ann.”

Gripping my cock in her hand, she strokes me from root to tip and licks off the drop of precum that forms there. “Mmm.” She moans.

I spear my fingers into her hair and grip it tightly as she takes half my length into her mouth and pulls back, never letting my cock leave her lips. Back and forth, she sucks my cock into her mouth, pulling more of me in each time. With one hand stroking my cock, the other grips my balls in a delicate hold, carefully massaging as she sucks and strokes me to my impending orgasm.

The harder she sucks, the less hold I have on my willpower. I’m trying not to go full caveman on her, but my need to grab her and fuck my release into her is almost too much. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I pull out of her mouth and help her get to her feet before pushing her back against the wall of the shower. “Hold onto me, love,” I tell her before picking her up and slamming her down on my dick.

“Oh, fuck Hunter.” She moans loudly as her eyes roll to the back of her head.

She throws her head back against the tile, as I stroke in and out of her hot pussy, while gripping her hips tightly. With each powerful thrust, she moves up the wall and comes back down, her ass snug against my balls.

“Tell me how bad you want my cum.”

She looks at me in the eyes. “I want it, Hunter. I want your cum filling me deeply.”

“Jesus woman.” I pound into her erratically, losing my rhythm the faster I thrust.

“I love you.” She moans as her pussy contracts around my dick. That’s all it takes, and I’m gone. I come hard, filling her full of my cum.

Once we’ve caught our breath, I pull out of her and place her back on the ground. When her legs wobble, I grab her and hold her to me. “I love you too, Whitley. I love you so much.” I say low in her ear then kiss the side of her head.

I help her rinse the conditioner from her hair and then get out so she can finish washing up. I dry off and go throw on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt then head to my office to make the call I’ve been anxious about.

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