Page 1 of Curvy Girl Summer

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There were many reasons why I stopped dating Matthew, but a well-timed apology and his ten veiny inches had me bent over for him one final time. I was feeling good and was inexplicably horny, so it didn’t take much for me to give in to his offer.

I normally wasn’t the type to double back on someone I’d let go of. I didn’t believe in second chances when it came to matters of the heart. But if I were being completely honest with myself, it wasn’t the heart that was making the decisions. It was the six-month-long journey of singleness that I’d embarked on to start the new year. And while I wasn’t proud of my decision, I was satisfied with it.

Thoroughly satisfied.

I was going to be thirty soon, and I was never really interested in casual hookups. It would’ve been easy to meet someone new to have sex with. Sex was easy. But there was no guarantee that a new man would take care of my needs. And the one thing that Matthew consistently did right was me.

“Matthew,” I whimpered, feeling the tension between my thighs. My hands gripped the kitchen island. My fingers slipped across the freshly cleaned marble as he pushed my skintight skirt over my ass, bunching it at my waist.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he asked as he kissed the backs of my thighs. Slowly peeling my G-string down, he helped me step out of it. “Do you know how often I think about you”—he kissed my ass cheeks—“and this big… fat… ass?”

Without warning, his hand came down on my right cheek.

My skin tingled as the familiarity of his touch combined with the pain of the slap. The desire in his voice sent chills down my spine.

“How often?” I wondered breathily. “How often do you think about me?”

He trailed kisses across my lower back before he stood. “I’ve thought about you every day since you ghosted me.”

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the laminate flooring was like a bell alerting me to what was to come. I grabbed the edge of the island countertop and braced myself. “I didn’t ghost you.”

“You did…” He positioned both of his hands on my hips, tugging me back so that I felt him hot and hard against me. “And I still couldn’t stop thinking about our last time together and how hard you came on my face.” His hands roughly pushed up my flowy top, exposing more of my back. “And how sexy you looked riding me and coming on my dick.”

I was dripping wet.

“Yesssssssss,” I dragged out breathily. “But I didn’t ghost you. We talked—”

“You talked,” he interrupted. “I listened, but you talked.” He took his tongue and licked up my spine. “And now it’s time for you to listen.”

I shivered. “I’m listening.”

He wrapped his arms around my middle so that he could grip the fleshiness of my belly under my shirt. “You’re so fucking soft.”

He pulled me up so that I was standing upright. Running his hands upward until he reached my breasts, he cupped them and ran his thumbs over my hardened nipples. My head lolled back, resting on his shoulder as he continued to toy with me. When I felt his breath on my neck, I inhaled sharply.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered.

I did as I was told and was rewarded with the feeling of his dick between my thighs.

Anticipating his next move, I held my breath when his hand moved from my breast to between my legs. The moment the pads of his fingers grazed my waxed flesh, I surrendered to his touch.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, massaging his way into me.

His middle and forefinger slid in and out of me, and I moaned loudly.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you.” His voice was rough and needy. Pullinghis fingers out, he rubbed my clit. “The fact that you’re here tells me that you missed me, too.”

I knew what he wanted me to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. It wasn’t true. If anything, the only thing I missed was his dick.

“But how much did you miss me?” he wondered softly.

Instead of answering, I groaned, grinding against his hand. It felt like his dick got even harder as it pressed against my ass.

He slipped a finger back inside me. “Oh yeah? That much, huh?” Leaning down so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, he applied pressure while rubbing me. “It feels like she’s ready for me.”

Panting, my desire twisted my gut. I felt myself approaching the edge.

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