Page 32 of Curveball

Tears sting my eyes as I do, hating the reflection staring back at me. While Quincy made me feel good about myself the night we spent together and gave me a little more confidence with men, I still don’t care for being seen in a well-lit room or in the harsh reflection of a mirror.

His eyes slowly drink my body in before they meet mine again. “Tell me, what do you see?”

“An overweight woman. One who, no matter how much she diets or works out, can never seem to have the body she wants.”

He pulls his front flush to my back and thrusts his hips. His rock-hard boner pushes into my ass. “Can you feel what your body does to me?”

I nod.

“I’ve been hard since you opened that door in your little robe with your nipples taunting me, imagining all the things I want to do to you.”

He slowly runs his fingertips over my hips. “Real women should have hips. Why would I ever want a woman to be built like a man with small, narrow hips? The day I first started to look at you as a woman, it was these hips,” he squeezes them, “and this ass,” he squeezes it, “that made my mouth water. It was the day I got drafted. Getting to fulfill my lifetime dream of playing professional ball should have been the subject of my obsession that day, but instead, it was your body I couldn’t get out of my mind. The girl I watched grow up suddenly became a full-fledged woman. A stunning, sexy woman.”

His hands move over my stomach. I try not to flinch. “Your skin is an unmatched shade of peaches and cream. I dream of the way it looks. How much it flushes when Itouch you, like it is right now. How it smells like strawberries.” He sinks his nose into my neck and audibly inhales. “You’ve always smelled like strawberries, Shortcake, since day one.”

He cups my breasts and gives them both a hard squeeze. “These full tits star in my dreams. I ache to suck them again while watching you come undone. I bet I can give you an orgasm from simply playing with them the way I know you like it.”

I think he might be right about that.

His hands move down to my thighs. I cringe at their thickness. There’s nothing positive he could say about them.

“Men are solid and hardened. Why in the world would I want a woman to feel like that against my body? Real women should be smooth and soft like you. I love having something to grab onto when I move inside your body. It gets me off.Youget me off.”

I attempt to turn around, dying to kiss him, but he stops me. “Don’t move until I tell you it’s time. We’re not done appreciating your body. I’ll give you what you want when you give me what I want.”

He tosses his hat to the side before he reaches back with one hand and removes his T-shirt. I can feel his warm, hard chest pressed to my back. I can smell his delicious aftershave. Power emanates from his every pore. He’s so masculine and domineering.

Running his hands up my sides, he peppers kisses on my neck, causing my entire body to break out in goosebumps, and my nipples to harden to a near painful point. “I love your height.” I’m about six feet tall, leaving him a few inches taller than me. “I hate the logistics of being with a small woman. It feels unnatural, but everything about being with you feels right.”

That’s true. It feels right being with him. Nothing has ever felt more right for me.

I can both hear and feel him unfastening his belt. Before I know it, he’s completely naked, pressed against the back of my body.

Our eyes meet in the mirror. “I have the most beautiful wife.”

My eyes flutter. I wish this was real. I wish I was his and he was mine.

He rubs his thumb over my face and then my lips, all without breaking eye contact in the mirror. “Tell me you understand how beautiful you are.”

“Quincy—”

Before I can finish protesting, he spanks me hard.

I gasp. I’ve never been spanked before but can feel the unexpected enjoyment pooling between my legs.

As if he can read my body, his fingers move down and through my folds. He then brings those fingers up and sucks them into his mouth. “Hmm. You liked that, didn’t you, wife? My wife likes it when I spank her.” The corners of his mouth raise slightly. “I liked it too.”

I feel him move around and then slide down my body until he’s on his knees in front of me. I can see his muscular back and sexy ass in the mirror.

He grabs the back of my thighs and licks once through my center. It feels so good, but he lifts his head and looks up at me.

“Do you want more of that?”

I enthusiastically nod.

“Tell me. Tell me what I want to hear.”

I close my eyes.

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