Page 73 of Curvy Love

“You’re getting right cheeky, aren’t you, lass? Alright then.” But then all humor disappears when he spreads my legs and licks me from slit to clit.

“Oh my God,” I whisper. That vibrator is amazing and makes me come every time, but it doesn’t feel like this. I’m fairly certain nothing synthetic could simulate the feeling of a real mouth because holy wow! Nothing can compare to the slick caress of his tongue against me.

He uses his thick forearms to hold my hips down and keep my legs spread. The pleasure is so intense I’m squirming beneath his licks and sucks. One fingertip circles my entrance and I think the French might be right. I might actually die any minute.

Two fingers penetrate me. Those digits curl upwards and find that spot he managed to find the first time he fucked me. Pretty sure it’s my G-spot. Whatever it is, it totally made me see stars.

He rubs against that magic place and then sucks my clit into his mouth and I am one hundred percent riding his face at this point. I’m chasing my climax like my life depends on it.

He growls against my pussy and eats me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten. Two more swirls of his tongue around my clit and my orgasm explodes through me. The pleasure radiates from my center through all other parts of my body making it feel like even my brain has the tingles.

I starfish on the bed and I may or may not be drooling. I am so sexy.

“I think you might have killed me.”

“Do you think we should call the company or just write them a strongly worded email about their inappropriate advertising?”

I giggle and then laugh until I’m crying. “You’re so crazy.”

“Crazy for you, my bonnie lass.”

“We should get married,” I say. Then I slam my hand over my mouth. Why did I just say that? Oh my God, what the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t. That’s the problem. His orgasm melted my brain.

He gives me the sweetest smile. “Oh my sweet, Willow, I definitely think we should get married. Since you’re the one proposing, does this mean I don’t have to buy you a ring?”

“You are the worst.”

“I’ve been told that many times. But also, I’d love to buy you a ring.” He stares into my eyes. “All joking aside. Let’s get married, be my wife, Dimples. Be mine forever.”

My face hurts from how big I’m smiling. “Okay, but can we tell people that you proposed first.”

“Fuck no, I’m telling everyone you asked me.”

I smack his arm. “You really are the worst.”

He leans over the bed and grabs something off the floor. It’s a small red and green wrapped preset. “Since I’m the worst, I guess you won’t be wanting your Christmas present?”

“Technically, it’s not Christmas yet.”

His head falls back and he looks up at the ceiling. “You’re going to kill me, woman. Do you want it or not?”

“Of course I do.”

He hands me the gift and I tear off the shiny foil paper to reveal a black velvet box. My stomach flips and I stare up at him.

“Abbott?”

He takes the box out of my hand and walks around to my side of the bed and gets down on his knee. Then he opens the hinge to reveal a gorgeous cushion-set diamond in a platinum setting. “You stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on you. Be my wife.”

“Yes. Of course, yes.” And then I laugh because we’re both naked.

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Oh, my lovelies, I have such a treat for you today. It’s going to be a bit different, but I think you’ll love it nonetheless.

Can we call it gossip if it comes straight from the horse’s mouth? Well, you can let me know in the comments. But for now, I’m turning things over to a guest today, please help me welcome none other than Abbott James.

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