Training Her Curves - Geneva (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) by Christa Wick
Authors: Christa Wick
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side, his elbow against the mattress keeping him from pressing to heavily atop me. Lightly nibbling at the hard tip of my breast, he worked a hand between us. Finding my clit, he pressed his thumb at the end of the hood that guarded the sensitive pearl beneath.
He started a soft grind against the pearl, as slow and steady as an ocean tide. The nipple he treated less tenderly, the hard sucking and scrape of his teeth pulling my body into him.
"Oh," I cried out, repeating the exclamation twice more before my nails found his back and dug into the skin and firm muscle beneath. "This...I..."
The capacity for speech fled. The soft tissues of my cunt swelled and throbbed with insistent need. My ass tightened, pushing up against his cruel thumb to increase the pressure and pace of his touch. Already at the edge of my second climax, I panted, the sound of my breath quickly turning to a gurgle and then one long, twisting groan.
"Dylan, please," I cried out, hovering at the edge of my next explosion. "I want you in me."
His mouth left my breast to suck and bite at my throat, but he didn't stop the cruel teasing of my cunt and the forward march towards my release.
"I mean it," I said, my nails digging deeper into his flesh and threatening to break the skin. I didn't want to hurt him, but my body's movements were no longer mine to control. All the control was his.
"Okay, love," he relented -- or so I thought.
His body drifted back down the bed, planting light, sucking kisses along my breast and stomach as he moved lower. Pushing my thighs open, he settled his face along the line of my cunt, his nose pushing against the spine of my clit as his tongue teased the rim of my pussy.
"I meant..." I released my frustration with a growl, my tongue suddenly inhibited against saying I wanted his cock in me.
"A sterling example about the need for specific communication," he chuckled right before his head slid up and his lips formed a tight seal against my clit.
Wicked man, wicked mouth, and I loved him.
I gasped at the idea, not quite ready to entertain the reality even though I had held the thought so many times. I hadn't allowed myself to admit it for a long time. It was safe to admit it when he seemed so distant. Right now, in this bed, his tongue teasing my flesh and my body reacting with wild abandon...
Admitting I loved him was fucking dangerous.
Curling my fingers around the back of his scalp, I held him to me, surrendering to his intent to make me come again without him in me. I let the heat fan across my skin, blood infusing my breasts and face as my body tightened and I jerked against him.
A few more spastic jerks and Dylan rose onto his knees, his fingers jammed between my legs and his other hand lightly against my throat to hold me in place.
"Not enough, love," he said, his voice clogged and raw. "I want to see you come again. I want to read your surrender in those lovely blue eyes that have punished me for so long."
Those blue eyes misted even as his thrusting, grinding, twisting fingers drove me straight back to the edge of a third release. I licked my lips, nodded ever so slightly as I tried to keep my mouth from quivering.
It was odd to think that I was the one who had been punishing him, but at that moment his words felt right. He had said he loved me, called me love more than once and on different occasions. I had shielded myself, buried my heart in past hurts between us.
Even now I was holding back the words I wanted to release if only to stop the way they clawed and scratched at my throat.
"Shh..." he soothed, his touch softening. "I didn't mean to make you sad all over again, Joey."
Flattening against me, he captured the sides of my face and brushed the hair away. With a small swivel and side dip of his hips, I felt the fat head of his cock against my entrance, his whole body poised and trembling while I withheld my acquiescence -- or he thought I did.
"I love you, too," I croaked out. "I want to start
He started a soft grind against the pearl, as slow and steady as an ocean tide. The nipple he treated less tenderly, the hard sucking and scrape of his teeth pulling my body into him.
"Oh," I cried out, repeating the exclamation twice more before my nails found his back and dug into the skin and firm muscle beneath. "This...I..."
The capacity for speech fled. The soft tissues of my cunt swelled and throbbed with insistent need. My ass tightened, pushing up against his cruel thumb to increase the pressure and pace of his touch. Already at the edge of my second climax, I panted, the sound of my breath quickly turning to a gurgle and then one long, twisting groan.
"Dylan, please," I cried out, hovering at the edge of my next explosion. "I want you in me."
His mouth left my breast to suck and bite at my throat, but he didn't stop the cruel teasing of my cunt and the forward march towards my release.
"I mean it," I said, my nails digging deeper into his flesh and threatening to break the skin. I didn't want to hurt him, but my body's movements were no longer mine to control. All the control was his.
"Okay, love," he relented -- or so I thought.
His body drifted back down the bed, planting light, sucking kisses along my breast and stomach as he moved lower. Pushing my thighs open, he settled his face along the line of my cunt, his nose pushing against the spine of my clit as his tongue teased the rim of my pussy.
"I meant..." I released my frustration with a growl, my tongue suddenly inhibited against saying I wanted his cock in me.
"A sterling example about the need for specific communication," he chuckled right before his head slid up and his lips formed a tight seal against my clit.
Wicked man, wicked mouth, and I loved him.
I gasped at the idea, not quite ready to entertain the reality even though I had held the thought so many times. I hadn't allowed myself to admit it for a long time. It was safe to admit it when he seemed so distant. Right now, in this bed, his tongue teasing my flesh and my body reacting with wild abandon...
Admitting I loved him was fucking dangerous.
Curling my fingers around the back of his scalp, I held him to me, surrendering to his intent to make me come again without him in me. I let the heat fan across my skin, blood infusing my breasts and face as my body tightened and I jerked against him.
A few more spastic jerks and Dylan rose onto his knees, his fingers jammed between my legs and his other hand lightly against my throat to hold me in place.
"Not enough, love," he said, his voice clogged and raw. "I want to see you come again. I want to read your surrender in those lovely blue eyes that have punished me for so long."
Those blue eyes misted even as his thrusting, grinding, twisting fingers drove me straight back to the edge of a third release. I licked my lips, nodded ever so slightly as I tried to keep my mouth from quivering.
It was odd to think that I was the one who had been punishing him, but at that moment his words felt right. He had said he loved me, called me love more than once and on different occasions. I had shielded myself, buried my heart in past hurts between us.
Even now I was holding back the words I wanted to release if only to stop the way they clawed and scratched at my throat.
"Shh..." he soothed, his touch softening. "I didn't mean to make you sad all over again, Joey."
Flattening against me, he captured the sides of my face and brushed the hair away. With a small swivel and side dip of his hips, I felt the fat head of his cock against my entrance, his whole body poised and trembling while I withheld my acquiescence -- or he thought I did.
"I love you, too," I croaked out. "I want to start
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