Breaking Her Curves

by Bella B Wilde

7

  Smith

  * * *

  I find myself sitting outside the bar for at least a good hour, drumming my tireless fingers against the steering wheel. Going inside means everything changes, now, forever. Going inside and seeing Casey means there’s no going back, no way I would be able to drag myself away from her.

  I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want all of her, next to me, by my side, for the next 70 years. So why on earth am I holding back? I’ve already pumped my cock to the thought of filling her non–stop. I picture what those perfect curves must look like naked every time I close my eyes. I spent the night tossing and turning, restless without her soft, warm body there beside me – and I’ve never even had her in my bed.

  It’s the thought of finally getting her in my bed that drives me out of my car, striding into the bar with a real purpose. Claiming my woman.

  It takes less than a second for her to spot me, a hesitant smile flashing across her face. Another girl leans across the counter, asking what she could get me, but she shrinks away when she sees my eyes glaring at Casey. I watch her chest rise and fall slowly as she takes a deep breath.

  She knows what this means. I know she does.

  “Come on.” I cross the bar in just a few steps, taking Casey’s hand and leading her around to the front. I spot Bryan, the man whose family have owned this place forever, sat at a table just off to the side, and give him a familiar, knowing nod, which he returns with a smile.

  Her fingers quickly find their place between mine – Jesus, every single part of us fits together like we were made for one another – and I have to stop myself from literally dragging her outside. I know there are a few familiar faces in the bar who turn to watch when they recognize me – or at least, recognize how much I resemble my late father.

  But shit, I don’t care about any of them. Not one. I have the most incredible girl in my hand right now and you’d have to fucking tear my arm off to get me to let go.

  Once we’re away from the prying eyes, I can’t help myself anymore. I turn her around, my hands at her waist, shoving her against the wall as my lips quickly find hers. And she’s all ready and waiting for me, opening her mouth, her tongue fighting with mine, her arms wrapping around my neck to pull our bodies together.

  My eager, throbbing cock rubs against her stomach, and my hands work their way from her waist, down over her hips to settle on her ass, squeezing tight and lifting her with ease as our mouths fight for more of each other. She wraps her legs around me as I begin kissing her jaw, her neck, her cleavage. Every spare inch of skin I can get my lips on.

  “I was wondering if you’d come back,” she breathes into the top of my head, her fingers tugging on my hair.

  “You think I was going to leave this little pussy unfucked?” I buck my hips against her to prove a point, her back arching as she moans out.

  That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.

  ***

  I literally throw her down onto the bed when we reach my hotel room, just a minutes walk down the street. It’s a nice place actually, but what I have before me is even nicer. She looks up at me, panting, as her hands go to the hem of her shirt and begin to lift.

  Oh no. I get the pleasure of that. I take over, moving her hands aside, and she’s happy to oblige. She lifts her arms to allow me to slip her top over her head, and my mouth fills with saliva at the sight of her tits. They’re barely contained inside her bra, begging me to release them.

  Oh, I do. I fucking do. Right into my mouth. I yank her bra over her head without bothering to undo the clasp, marveling as they bounce free against her ribs, but only for a second before I’m all over them. My hands rubbing, squeezing, kneading; my tongue lapping, tasting her flesh, making circles around each one in turn until I find her nipple. Gripping the little bud between my teeth, Casey cries out, wrapping her legs around my waist again and hooking her heels together.

  I’m like a beast. I want to fucking eat her. I want to destroy her. She’s mine, mine to do whatever I want to. And right now, I want to break her, finally.

  “Last night…” I begin, pausing to pinch the other nipple between my teeth, loving the way her body begs for more as her face reacts in pain. “That was all about you. The was you screamed for me… Begged for more… Came all over my hand like a good little girl.” I take my chance in between every few words to peel off what’s left of her clothing, her jeans, her thong, letting her kick her shoes away. I stand upright over her, drinking in the sight of her, naked and bared for me, flustered and painting, her bare tits already a gorgeous shade of pink from my assault on them. “You’re gonna return the favor.”

  I don’t give her much warning, not that I could if I wanted to. All I want right now is that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. I greedily pull her ankles, yanking her towards me until she slips off the bed and lands on her soft ass – on her knees, right in front of me. “Have you done this before?” I’ve got to show some restraint, at least. She shakes her head curtly. “Are you a virgin?”

  She nods to that, though I already knew. I trace a finger along her jaw. I can feel my cock throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, begging to be released. But I need to make sure my good girl is ready. “Can I hurt you?” I surprise myself with the question. I don’t want to hurt her – god, I would never – but I know I’m going to, know I need to, to satisfy the deep ache inside of me. She nods again. I don’t need any more than that.

  With one hand taking a good handful of her blonde locks, the other makes light work of freeing my cock. And then it’s inside her mouth, stretching her lips around my girth. I know she’s shocked by the size of it, but she better be a damn quick learner – because my hips are already forcing her deeper down on it, see–sawing her back and forth in one fluid motion, feeling her gag ever so slightly when I push a little too deep. A tear rolls down her cheek, her blue eyes filling with them.

  I’m like a fucking animal around her. I can’t help myself. I want more of those tears – my tears – I want to make her cry for me before she begs for my come, the sobs still backed up in her throat.

  Pumping her soft, wet, satisfying mouth is better than I could have imagined. And my good girl knows how to please me, relaxing her throat once she gets used to the size, allowing me to slip my entire length in – all ten inches until I can feel the cushion of her lip against my balls. “Good girl,” I growl, pushing her hair back from her face. “Good fucking girl.”

  8

  Casey

  * * *

  Oh my god.

  Oh my fucking god.

  I have his huge cock stuffed deep, deep down my throat, and I only want more. I’m crying from having him choke me with his length, and I still want more!

  And when he calls me a good girl? Well, good thing I’m not wearing any panties because they’d likely melt from the rush of heat to my pussy.

  “You want it inside you, huh?” It’s more of a statement than a question. When he finally pulls me back off his cock, I’m gasping and spluttering, but there’s only one thing on my mind.

  “Yes,” I moan, desperate and needy.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I want your cock inside me.”

  I see his cock visibly twitch, a pulse running from the base, all the way to the thick head. He lifts me with surprising tenderness, given the way he just abused my tight throat, dropping me down on the bed and quickly spreading my thighs as wide as they’ll go.

  He takes a second to admire my pussy, rubbing his hand against his jaw, like a critic evaluating a piece of art. “It’s fucking perfect,” he mutters before he strips off his clothes and climbs on top of me. “You’re fucking perfect,” he repeats, to my face this time, as I feel his dick lining itself up with my entrance.

  I know it’s going to hurt. I know I’m not ready. But I also know I need this, more than I’ve ever needed anything. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, his one hand holding my thigh open against the bed. And then he shoves, bucks, jerks
his hips towards me, and agony flashes across my eyes. Hot, white, painful – but oh my god, so good.

  “Don’t stop,” I sob, as if he would even consider it. I know my face must be the very picture of pain as it twists and contorts. I can feel him watching me, examining his prey as he devours me. My head is tipped back and my eyes are closed though, waiting for his next violent, insatiable thrust.

  There it comes. And another. And another. He’s not gentle, not even close. Long, hard, sharp strokes into my cunt, as my fingers dig into his back.

  “No more,” I wince, tightening my jaw with the pain.

  “I thought you said ‘don’t stop’,” I can hear his smile as he talks. “We’re only halfway, baby.” I look down between us, and holy shit, it’s true. His huge cock hasn’t even begun to really break me yet.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan, throwing my head back again. “Just fuck me. Just fucking fill me with that thing.”

  His lips come down on my jaw before he takes a bite of my flesh like I’m the ripest, shiniest apple. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” He roars into my ear, each word accompanied by a harsh, painful thrust into me until I can feel his tight, swollen balls pressed against me. And even Smith sounds shocked then, laughing into my ear. “I knew my good girl could take me.”

  Those words do something to me. God, hearing him say that while he’s balls deep inside my little cunt, all I want to do is have him take me like this, every day for the rest of our lives. His one hand comes to settle at my waist now, digging into my soft flesh, the other shoving both of my arms high above my head and pinning me there. And then he really begins to fuck me, slowly at first, easing in and out as he admires the sight of his cock in my cunt, but then faster, and faster, and harder, beating down into me like he really does want to break me.

  “Fuck me. Harder!” I squeal, feeling my orgasm rising.

  Oh, fuck. What have I done?

  9

  Smith

  * * *

  I roar out, rearing back, taking a fistful of hair in one hand as the other closes around her pretty little neck. A look of panic flashes across her face, but it’s already too late.

  I crash my hips down into hers, over and over again, fucking her even harder, with a renewed vigor after she begged for it. My good girl always seems to know how to push me. The bed rattles with each animalistic thrust, and I’ve truly never felt more natural than I do now – claiming Casey’s virginity with everything I have.

  I can already feel her gushing around me, despite the look of panic and pain, despite the tears pooling in her eyes. She’s soaked, loud wet squelching sounds grow louder with every thrust, her juices actually splashing against my thighs.

  I’m riding her like I haven’t had pussy in years – and I haven’t, and I’ve never had one this good, not even close, not even a little bit. Casey is everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman – smart, sassy, sexy. So fucking sexy. When I blow my seed in her, I know my load is going to be the first and last she ever takes.

  And that’s going to be right, fucking, now! I make sure to fill her to the brim, and almost instantly I can feel the overflow dripping out of her, down her thighs, coating my balls. I want her pregnant, tonight – my hips slotting against hers perfectly. There’s not a doubt in my mind – she was made for me. My lips collide with hers, and I suck in her sweet, sweet moans as we come together. Her cunt milking every drop of seed from me, our genitals fighting for dominance over who gets to feel the most pleasure.

  Shit, there’ll only ever be one winner there. There’s no way she could feel as good as I’m feeling right now.

  We part, and there are tears staining her cheeks as I hold her face in my hands. “Good girl,” I moan, with what little energy I have left. “My good girl. My good girl.” I repeat myself over and over tenfold as I sprinkle her face with kisses. Her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips – her perfect lips – her neck, chest, shoulders, breasts. All of her. I need her to know. I need her to realize what she just did to me. She cradles my head in her hands as she tries to catch her breath.

  “Smith,” she cries, and my lips quickly find hers again, kissing away the hints of pain still dancing in her voice. I’m still inside of her, and I worry if I keep hearing her mewling like that, like the little darling she is, that she’ll have to take my passion a second time.

  “Smith,” she cries again, pulling my face off hers. Her eyes look deep into mine, already exhausted and toying with the idea of sleep. “I love you,” she moans softly, nestling her head against my neck. “I love you. I love you. Don’t ever stop. Please.”

  ***

  She loves me.

  It’s all I can think as her naked body lays tangled with mine. The poor little lamb fell asleep almost instantly, but there’s no way I could, not with those three sweet little words replaying in my head.

  She loves me. She loves me.

  I thought I was alone in the way I felt. I thought it was utter insanity to profess my love for a girl after one date, but she’s not just any girl. No. She’s my girl, the one I was destined to find, the one I will spend the rest of my life obsessed with. There’s no one else.

  Knowing she feels it too, I find myself soon on the edge of sleep too. I keep stealing glances down at her naked body, how natural it feels to have her pressed against me, the way her leg drapes over mine, the way my arm is just the right size to fit around her shoulders.

  She loves me.

  And it’s that thought, above everything else, that gently rocks me to sleep with Casey’s heart beating in time with mine.

  She loves me.

  10

  Casey

  * * *

  I wake up alone the next morning. It hurts more than I could have ever realized.

  “Smith?” I call out, hopeful but wary. “Smith?”

  I search the room for clues and my eyes settle on a large box, set down on a table just beyond the bed. I quickly scramble up – backtracking for a moment to wrap a sheet around myself, forgetting that I’m naked, and a little bruised – before I settle down on my knees in front of the table. There’s a small card propped on top, and my eyes are already searching for signs of danger before I’ve even read it properly.

  ’My good girl,

  Don’t panic. There’s something I have to do today, but you’re coming with me. I’ll explain everything when you get here. It’s nothing for you to worry about.

  I had you a dress sent over that fits the occasion. It’s not much, but I knew it was something you’d like.

  There’s a car coming for you at 12. Be ready.

  Last night was amazing. You were perfect. I remember what you told me before you fell asleep.

  You’ll have to come to me if you want to hear it in person.

  Love,

  Smith x’

  I press the card to my chest as tears overwhelm me, swiping at them with the back of my hand. When I check the time, I only have a little over an hour to get ready. I must have really needed the sleep – cleary, from the sore ache between my thighs.

  I tidy myself up as much as possible, still wondering what’s going on, but I have a feeling Smith won’t care what I look like. The dress doesn’t give much away either – it’s a dark blue, almost summery piece, but he was right, I love it.

  I just hope I’m going to love whatever it is Smith has to talk to me about.

  ***

  The car winds its way upstate, amongst the trees and lakes, the country homes set back in acres of land. A bright green lawn comes into view, filled with people milling about in pastels and clean–cut suits. Flowers adorn almost every surface, but there’s only one thing my eyes can focus on – Smith, suited and booted, looking devastatingly handsome. He stands at the top of the driveway, grinning at me.

  I launch myself from the car once it comes to a stop, running to him, throwing my arms around him. He catches me, lifting me, twirling me, kissing his way up my neck.

  “I was so worried,” I gasp, letting all my fea
rs come tumbling out. “I woke up, and you were gone, and after last night, and what I said…” He stops me with a kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.

  “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he starts, setting me down at his feet, smoothing my dress down over my curves. “It was me. I needed some time to get my head straight. It wasn’t anything to do with you. It’s… my parents. Well, my mom.” He takes my hand in his as we begin walking, out of earshot of any prying socialites.

  “Her and my dad… They were perfect for each other. And I always wanted that, growing up. I wanted to be like them so much. But after my dad died, and my mom… She just began cycling through husbands and partners like they were nothing. I mean, here we are.” He gestures around us, and it finally hits me that this is a wedding. Duh. “I thought they were made for each other, but it really made me doubt if that kind of love was even real, you know. And if not, then why even get married in the first place.” I watch him intently, listening to every word because I know from his tone of voice alone that this is something deeply personal to Smith. But he brings us to a stop next to a white wooden bench, trees arching high above.

  “Until I met you, Casey. I mean, I hadn’t even met you, and I knew. I just saw you, and…” He trails off with a laugh, and the way he shifts in his suit tells me his cock is causing the distraction. “Shit, I mean, I never thought I’d even find a girl who could put up with me. Because I’m possessive, controlling, and hell, we both know I don’t exactly sugar coat shit.”

  I have to drop my head, biting down on my lip. “I was worried you’d leave town, and I’d never see you again,” I say it so quietly, he has to step closer to listen. “I didn’t think you were the marrying type either. I didn’t think I was the kind of girl you’d take seriously.”

  “Casey.” He’s matter–of–fact, tilting my head to meet his gaze. “You are the only girl I could ever imagine taking seriously. I know you’re the only one who could handle me. You’ve got me addicted. I’m never leaving you, you hear? Never.”