Page 67 of Curvy Alpha Bride
I tilt my head back, inviting him to deepen the kiss, and I feel his tongue stroking mine. His big, strong hands roam over my body, groping and squeezing until I’m writhing under him, thrusting my hips against him as I cling to his shoulders.
Xavier pulls back, looking into my eyes, and I see a powerful hunger in him, a ferocious look so intense that it’s almost frightening. With a low growl, he grabs my skirt and shoves it up my thighs as he lowers his head between my legs.
The point of his tongue strokes my throbbing, hot clit, and a scream pours from my mouth. He moans, gripping my thighs and pushing my legs further apart so he can lick all the way down to my pussy, using his tongue and lips to caress every slick fold.
I reach down and grab his hair, thrusting my hips back and forth as he pleasures me with his mouth. The aching deep inside me intensifies until it almost hurts, and at exactly the right moment, Xavier puts his lips around my clit, strokes it with his tongue, and sucks on it.
The orgasm roars through me, making me buck underneath him, still clinging to a fistful of his hair. Xavier moans, gripping my thighs and plunging his mouth down again to lap deeply into my pussy, making me come again.
I’m shivering when he finally raises his head, the aching between my legs getting worse when he undresses, and I see how big and hard his cock is. He crawls up my body slowly, rubbing his body against mine as he opens my dress with one hand to squeeze my breasts and tease my nipples.
I grab his hips, thrusting up wildly as I feel his cock pressed against my throbbing lower lips. Xavier braces himself against me, teasing my pussy with his cock as he attacks my nipples with his mouth.
I go crazy under him, grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails in as I try to slide him inside me. He laughs softly as he turns his face towards mine and kisses me, pressing his hips forward as our lips touch. I feel his hard cock slam into me, all the way to the hilt, and my scream of release is muffled by his mouth covering mine.
Xavier pulls back, just a little, and his blue eyes are so dark, they almost look black. He touches my cheek, very gently.
“I love you,” he says. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”
“I love you, too,” I answer. “And ditto.”
He smiles and kisses me gently before he starts to thrust. He braces his hands under my arms, digs his knees into the couch, and starts ramming me as hard and as fast as he can.
The ache between my legs explodes into waves of pleasure and release that renew with his every stroke, leaving me clinging to him, holding on to him as if he is the only point of safety in a cruel and dangerous world.
Chapter 24 - Xavier
Mabel writhes under me, her screams of pleasure the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. The sensations overpower my thoughts and give my body the release it needs after being denied a brutal fight.
I thrust harder and faster, feeling her hot, wet pussy clenching around my cock on every stroke. I draw out every single orgasm for as long as I can, watching her face, feeling the trembling in her body, so I can keep giving her pleasure.
When she suddenly wraps her entire body around me, wailing desperately, my cock hardens inside her, letting me feel every single velvety inch of her constricting around me, and the orgasm that thunders through me leaves me shivering and gasping on top of her, completely senseless in my release.
Reality comes back to me slowly, in small pieces, and I fight it. I’m aware enough to climb off Mabel and sit on the floor, and she reaches out to put one arm across my chest.
“Don’t go far,” she murmurs.
“I won’t,” I answer, snuggling against her.
Even though I try to resist it, the reality of the situation comes back to me. I still feel angry and desperate, but my mind is much clearer than it was before, as if my connection with Mabel has brought me a new perspective.
I wait for Mabel to relax and for her breathing to settle before I move away. She wakes immediately, grabbing my shoulder.
“Where are you going?”
“Just to start a fire,” I say.
She nods, curling up on the couch so she can watch me.
As I pile kindling into a stack and light it up, I know with a terrible certainty that I can’t stay here. It almost feels like I’ve fallen straight into paradise, and this happiness is more than I deserve, but I can’t accept it.
Not yet. I haven’t earned it.
As the fire grows, I look over my shoulder at Mabel, and she smiles drowsily at me. I toss a small log into the flames and shuffle back across the floor to sit at the edge of the couch. She reaches out to touch my cheek, smiling.
“It will be alright, my love,” she says. “I don’t know how, but it will.”
“I know,” I agree, taking her hand and squeezing it. “We’ll figure all this out.”
