Page 3 of Curvy Girl Summer

I tried my best to hold it together, but I felt myself coming undone as soon as he said that. “Oh my God!”

He sucked in a shuddering breath before he let loose, ramming into me. “I know you missed it,” he panted. “Even if you can’t admit it, your pussy is telling on you. You’re so wet for me. Do you hear that? Do you fucking hear how wet you are for me?”

As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. Each and every word out of his mouth added to my building orgasm. He always talked a lot of shit, and I loved it.

“Matt,” I panted, beginning my descent into pure pleasure. My muscles clenched, and I started clamping down around him. “Oh. God. Yes.”

“That’s right,” he hissed. “You’re coming for me.”

The ache deep inside me exploded. Quivering, I came apart on his throbbing dick.

“Oh, shit!” His body jerked and shuddered as he reached his climax as abruptly as I’d reached mine.

I slumped against the island, completely worn out. My head rested against the cool marble and my breaths came out in heavy bursts. Matthew was bent over me, hugging me and panting on my back. My thighs were shaking and the only reason I was still upright was because I was pinned down.

“Wow,” he exhaled before carefully pulling out of me. He turned me around and stared at me. “I almost forgot how good you feel.”

“Yeah,” I agreed lightly, still catching my breath. “That was good.”

I let my head rock back, and I stared at the ceiling. Met expectations and pure satisfaction ran through my veins and quieted the noise my horniness had caused. The on-edge feeling had been replaced by calmness. The feral desire that started to cloud my judgment after months of abstinence had been replaced with quiet peace. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep contented breath.

“Now,” Matthew started. “Can we just start over?”

I raised my head and looked into his hopeful brown eyes. The sinking sensation that I was hoping to avoid returned. Grabbingthe paper towels that I’d pushed out of the way when he’d first bent me over, I tore off a few squares. Cleaning myself up, I started to move toward the trash can.

He took the juice-soaked paper towels from my hand and held them up to his nose, inhaling deep. “Do you even know what you do to me? You smell so good. Let me taste you again. Please.”

Pulling my skirt down, I took the paper towels from his hand and tossed them in the trash. “I told you this was a one-time thing when I agreed to come over.”

He removed the condom and then followed me to the sink while I washed my hands.

“You also told me that you weren’t ever going to see me again, and here you are—seeing me again,” he reasoned. “Things change, and I want you to change your mind about us kicking it with each other again.”

“Matthew…” I shook my head before I tugged my shirt over it. “You and I didn’t work out for multiple reasons. You already know this.”

He twisted his face in confusion, pointing at my clothed body and then his naked one. “You didn’t just feel that? We work. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel that.”

I gestured between the two of us. “The only thing that ever worked between us was the sex. The more we got to know each other, the clearer it was that you and I aren’t on the same page. You don’t get me.” He was giving me a little puppy-dog look, so I averted my eyes. “I told you this already.”

I looked around, unable to find my G-string.

It was definitely time to go.

“Give me three good reasons why you and I aren’t a good fit,” he argued.

“This is exactly what I said I didn’t want to happen if I came over here,” I grumbled under my breath as I headed to the living room, where my bag was still on the couch. Grabbing it, I slung it over my shoulder.

“Please just talk to me. You can’t give me a taste of that pussy and just roll out.”

I looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “What are you doing? You reached out to me and said everything was cool.” I flailed my arms around. “This isn’t cool.”

“Because you’re trippin’ if you don’t think there’s something real here. You don’t have a reason for not wanting to see this through.”

“The thing is I told you the reasons why we ended when we ended. I didn’t ghost you. I didn’t lead you on. I didn’t play you. I was honest with you, and that was that.”

He shook his head. “But that wasn’t that! You said what you had to say, and then you never responded to me again. We’d been dating for a while, and you just bailed on it.”

“We’d been dating for two months,” I corrected.

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