Page 11 of Curvy Girl for the Boss

My gaze rakes over her, drinking in the sight I've been craving for weeks. The soft curves of her body are draped in a silky robe that clings in all the right places. Desire coils tight in my gut.

"I had to see you," I say, my voice low and rough with need. "I can't stand this distance between us anymore."

Chrissy bites her plump lower lip, uncertainty warring with longing in her eyes. After a charged moment, she steps back and gestures for me to come inside. The apartment is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls. The air feels heavy, weighted with unspoken desires.

I follow her into the living room, my body gravitating towards hers like a magnet. She turns to face me and I can't tear my gaze away from her. The way the robe frames her figure is mesmerizing. I ache to run my hands over her soft skin, to claim her mouth with my own.

"Zander, we can't keep doing this," Chrissy whispers, but there's no conviction in her voice.

I step closer, until mere inches separate us. Her intoxicating scent wraps around me, fueling my need. "I don't care about anything else. I only care about you."

My fingertips graze her cheek, trailing down the elegant column of her neck. Her pulse jumps beneath my touch and a shaky breath escapes her parted lips. The sexual tension crackling between us is a living thing, threatening to consume us both.

"Tell me you don't feel this too," I murmur, my thumb brushing over her full lower lip. "Tell me you don't want me as badly as I want you."

Chrissy's eyes flutter closed for a brief moment before locking with mine again, dark with desire. "I do, Zander. But..."

I silence her protests with a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of pent-up passion into the press of my lips against hers. She melts into me, her hands fisting in my shirt as a needy moan rises in her throat. I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers in a sensual dance. My hands map the curves of her body, desperate to touch and explore.

We stumble backwards until Chrissy's back hits the wall. I cage her in with my arms, my body fitting perfectly against her soft curves. Her robe has slipped off one shoulder, revealing creamy skin that begs to be tasted. I trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, reveling in the little gasps of pleasure that escape her.

"Zander, please..." Chrissy breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. "We shouldn't..."

But her body arches into mine, betraying her true desires. I capture her mouth again, silencing any further protests. In this moment, nothing exists except the scorching heat between us, the overwhelming need to make her mine. Consequences be damned. All that matters is the feeling of her skin against mine, the way she trembles under my touch.

I'm lost in her, drowning in the depths of my desire for this incredible woman. And I never want to come up for air.

My hands find the tie of Chrissy's robe, tugging it loose. The silky fabric parts like water, revealing her lush curves clad only in a thin nightgown. My breath catches at the sight—she is a vision of sensual beauty in the dim light. I want to worship every inch of her body.

“I’m going to take care of every beautiful inch of you, baby," I tell her, my voice rough with awe. "Give that pussy everything it needs.

Chrissy's eyes are dark with desire as she gazes up at me. Her hands work at the buttons of my shirt with desperate urgency. "I need you, Zander. I can't fight this anymore..."

"Then don't," I growl, shrugging out of my shirt and pulling her flush against my bare chest. "Let me love you, Chrissy. Let me show you how good we can be together."

I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all my longing and frustration into the slant of our lips. Chrissy matches my passion, her tongue dancing with mine as her hands map my shoulders, my back. I groan into her mouth when her nails rake lightly over my skin.

Driven by a primal urge to claim her, I hoist Chrissy up, encouraging her legs to wrap around my waist. She gasps at the bold move, fingers clutching at my shoulders for balance. I canfeel the heat of her core through the thin barrier of her panties, stoking my arousal to a fever pitch.

Chrissy breaks the kiss with a moan as I grind against her. "Bedroom," she pants, eyes glazed with need.

I carry her down the hall, our mouths fused in deep, drugging kisses. The rest of our clothing is dispatched in a flurry of grasping hands and whispered pleas. By the time we tumble onto the bed, we are skin to skin, nothing left between us.

I take a moment to drink in the sight of Chrissy laid out before me, all creamy curves and soft skin. My hands skim reverently over her body, committing every dip and swell to memory.

Chrissy arches into my touch, a breathy moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips. "Please, Zander," she whimpers, desperation coloring her tone. "I need you inside me."

“Fuck yes, that’s what I’m talking about.” Seeing her wanting me like this has me going insane. I kiss her as I settle between her parted thighs, the heat of her core scorching against my aching flesh. With agonizing slowness, I ease into her slick depths, groaning at the exquisite feeling of her body welcoming me home.

Chrissy cries out, nails digging into my shoulders as I fill her completely.

"God, you feel incredible," I rasp against the shell of her ear, punctuating my words with a deep, languid thrust. "So tight. So perfect."

Chrissy rolls her hips to meet mine, urging me deeper. Our bodies find a primal rhythm, rocking together in a sensual give and take. Soft sighs and reverent touches mingle with breathless pleas and grasping hands. We lose ourselves in the push and pull of our joining, climbing higher with each fevered slide of skin against skin.

I place my hands on either side of her face and force her to look into my eyes. “I’m not just fucking you, baby. You understand that? I’m making love to you. You stop fighting us. You understand me? I’m going to take care of everything.”

Chrissy whimpers, her inner muscles fluttering around my surging length. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."

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