Page 18 of My Curvy Rival


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Holy hell. It was always the serious ones that hid their inner freak. I’ve never done anything that intimate before in front of a man, especially one I barely know. But watching him jack his big cock spurs me on. I cup my breasts and squeeze, caressing the quarter-size areola and stroking the tips. With his gaze latched onto the nipple play, he continues fisting himself, his breaths like gusts of wind.

“Touch your pussy. Make it nice and slow for me.”

I slide one hand lower, over my belly to my waxed mons. I slip my fingers inside, gathering the wetness, wanting to be hot for him, for this image to be branded on his brain, the way his would be branded on mine.

In a deep, gravelly voice, he tells me how sexy I am, how hard he is for me, and all the ways he wants to come all over me.

“Leo,” I gasp, my fingertips rubbing my clit in circles, my hips grinding, while he leisurely jerks himself, up and down.

“Don’t come,” he orders.

“I need to.”

“Don’t!” he repeats. “Rub your juice on your nipples.”

“You’re torturing me.”

“I’m tortured too. But think about how good it’s going be when I make you come.”

If I live that long. Obliging him, I rub my fingers over my sensitive nipples, coating them with my wetness. He walks over to the bed, still stroking himself. He leans over me and laps each point, licking them clean, groaning his pleasure as if I were a Michelin star meal.

He brings his cock to my mouth, and a thick pearl of pre-cum pools at the wide crown. He paints it across my lips. “Taste me.”

I lick the salty residue off my mouth and the ragged sound he makes clenches my sex in response. “More.”

“Not yet. I can’t wait to have your sexy mouth wrapped around my dick. But I’m going to take care of you first.”

He comes onto the bed and rolls to his back, taking me with him. I land in a graceless straddle on his chest. He crooks his index finger. “Come up.”

I feel open and exposed, and aroused beyond measure. I scoot up to where I know he wants me. Lowering his eyes from mine to his target, he reaches between my legs and circles the roughened pads over my clit for a brief, teasing moment. I moan, my hips winding as he idly plays. His seduction is expert, and his self-control seems almost infinite, except he’s trembling just as hard as I am.

He slips two fingers inside me and curls them against my walls.

“Leo, please” becomes my mantra.

Then cupping my ass, he urges me closer. “Ride my face,” he rasps before he dives in, sliding his mouth over the flesh, parting the sensitive tissues and circling my entrance with the tip of his tongue. My hips arch without volition, my hands raking through his hair, riding his mouth and bearded chin.

“I’m so hot for you, Leo. I can’t stand it.” I rock into that teasing tongue, wailing so loud, the neighbours are bound to call the police. And still he makes me wait. My knees press into the mattress beside his ears, my hips grinding, my thighs nearly burying his face. He pumps my breasts, tweaking my nipples. Then finally, flicking my clit faster and faster, he brings me to a violent climax that tears, rips, and claws through my body, his tongue goading the contractions to roll on and on until hot tears are seeping from beneath my eyelids.

Shaken, my mind blown, I flop onto my back and lay there in the aftermath, wondering what in the world just happened.

CHAPTER 11

Leo

I LOOK OVER AT JAZZ’S dark fantasy of a body. She was so damn sexy getting off. But seeing her lolled on my bed, her brown curls fanning my pillow and the expression on her beautiful face—dreamy, stunned, and sated—I have an odd feeling in my chest that I’ll have to analyze later.

“You okay?” I ask, kissing her damp cheeks.

“Oh yeah,” she hums. “I can honestly say that’s the first orgasm that’s ever brought me to tears.”

“Glad I could be your first.” I give the curve of her neck a little nip. “Ready for more?”

“I’ve wanted you inside me from the day we met.”

I swallow a frenetic breath, trying to contain myself. “You came thinking about me.” I slide my hand between her legs.

“Yep. You were a pirate.”

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