His Curvy Temptation

by Rhona Davis

  My nose wrinkles. “Yum! Sounds delightful.”

  “It’s my own creation. I call it…Georgie’s Porgy!” She hiccups and collapses down to the sofa, sending her own drink crashing to the floor. As soon as she lands on the plump cushions of the sofa she’s out cold.

  Putting my glass down on the mantlepiece, I dart down to her. “Georgie?” She doesn't respond so I turn her head my way. “Georgie?”

  I smile. She’s snoring—a light snore that makes her button-nose nostrils flare.

  Glancing at my wristwatch, I see that it’s past one in the morning. I take off my jacket and fling it over the armrest of the sofa before scooping her up into my arms.

  As I slowly carry her up to her bedroom, I catch a glimpse of her panties. Her polka dot skirt rides up her smooth curvy thighs, showing off the sexy purple underwear she bought at the mall. I try to shake off my lust for her as I carry her upstairs. She’s in my care, and in her state she couldn't be more vulnerable.

  When we reach her bedroom, I kick the door open and walk inside with her draped over my arms. A strip of light from the hallway spills into the room, subtly highlighting the rosy-red flush of her cheeks.

  Being as quiet as I can so I don’t wake her, I gently lay her down on the bed and cover her with the top sheet. For a beat I just stand there; standing tall over her as she sleeps.

  I ache for this girl. She’s the smartest, funniest, and undeniably sexiest young woman I have ever met. But she’s off limits. She is my client’s niece.

  I wish I could rewind time to the kiss we shared a year ago. I wish I didn't deny her that perfect night. The age gap wasn't that much of an issue, it was more about my heart—one which has been wounded before…

  I couldn't go there.

  From the very first second we met I could tell that Georgie was a special girl. And as badly as I wanted her that night I couldn't allow her to be drawn into my fucked-up little world. I knew if it went further I’d never be able to shake my need for her. I knew I’d be forever addicted, and that would only prove complicated.

  As I creep away—certain that if I spend a second longer in her bedroom I’ll risk giving into temptation—she softly calls out my name.

  I stop shy of the door but don’t turn. “Yes?”

  “Come here.”

  “It’s late, Georgie.”

  “I don’t care. Come here. Please.”

  Everything is telling me to leave, to let her be, but her voice is like a siren’s call. I turn on my heel and tentatively walk back to her. “Yes?”

  She reaches out for me, offering me her slight hand to take.

  “This breaks every rule.”

  “You’re not on the battlefield now, Johnny. Come and lie down with me.”

  “You've had too much to drink.”

  “I’m know what I’m doing.” She bites on her lower lip. “I’m a big girl now. Whatever the consequences are afterwards, I can deal with them.”

  I take her hand. “What if I can only promise you one night?”

  “I’ll take it.” She pulls me down and smiles. “But maybe I can convince you of more.”

  “I’m a hard man to convince.”

  She reaches up for me and opens her legs. “Then I guess I’ll have fun trying.”

  Chapter 6

  Georgina

  As soon as our lips touch I’m overwhelmed by a warm and familiar feeling. It’s like I’m in a time machine, being transported back to that first night all over again.

  Johnny tastes just as sweet and delicious as I remember, and his hands—hands which only grazed my body the first time around—now explore me with possessiveness and impatience.

  Grabbing onto the curves of my hips, he slides his hulking body between my trembling legs and deepens his masterful kiss.

  Moaning from the intensity of our passionate embrace, I reach for the bottom of his t-shirt and draw it up his body and over his head.

  He immediately pulls back on his haunches, treating me to the most magnificent vision of masculinity I have ever seen.

  Holy shit! There isn't a single ounce of excess fat on his streamlined body. Every knot of muscle looks like it’s carved out of marble. From his bulging chest to his eight-pack abs, his bronzed and jacked physique is out of this world.

  Super horny at what I’m seeing hover above me, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his groin towards me as I trace his firm pecs and abs with my eager fingers.

  The smell of him being so close to me makes my pussy ache with desire. That heady cocktail of manly musk and spicy cologne quickens my pulse and makes my clit throb for action.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as his hands work up from my hips to my heaving chest.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He chuckles at my cheeky response and takes off my bra with ease.

  He is in total control now. No longer the play-by-the-rules professional he attests to be, he’s now confident in what he wants.

  Cupping my naked breasts in both hands, he squeezes them like he owns me—grabbing me hard but also with sensitivity, and tweaking my soft nubs into stiff pebbles.

  I arch back in excitement as he pushes his head down to my chest. Giving just as much attention to each breast, he suckles from my erect nipples in turn like he knows my body better than I do.

  I cradle his head in my arms, as he feverishly sucks on my tits, and grind my center up to the stiff bulge in his pants. My pussy is so wet that I bet he could tear right through my panties with his cock!

  “Mm…” I moan. “That feels so nice.”

  He growls on my flesh like a hungry dog, and when I feel one of his hands shift between my legs I moan louder.

  He doesn't waste a single second finding my shaved slit. Shifting my panties to one side, he runs a finger along my bald seam and rubs my clit with the rough pad of his thumb.

  I quiver with lust and begin to writhe beneath him; my breathy moans of rapture soon giving way to short screams of carnal ecstasy.

  Feeling the weight of an impeding orgasm pool at my core, I beg him to stick his fingers inside me. He obliges my needy request—kissing the hollow of my neck as he eases two thick digits past my slick folds and into my shallow tunnel.

  I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop a shrill scream of pleasure from escaping me. The way he slides in and out of my pussy makes my toes curl and the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. He’s touching me just the way I’d imagined. Masterful and confident, he’s worshipping my body in exactly the way I hoped he would.

  Just as a heavy climax builds between my legs, and his fingers start to speed up and sink ever deeper inside me with each push, I shove him back and roll on top of him.

  “You okay?” he asks, panting for breath as I pin him down like prey.

  I shoot him a wicked grin and nod. Before he can say another word, I wriggle down the length of his ripped body and free the rigid erection hiding in his pants.

  As soon as I see him in all his naked glory, I gasp in awe. His cock is picture-perfect; fat, long and veiny, with a shiny helmet that oozes pre-cum.

  Damn! I felt sexy before, but seeing this older hunk leak for me makes me feel even sexier!

  Gazing up at him from between his chunky thighs, my baby-blues hood with desire. When he peers down at me he almost looks startled.

  “What did you expect?” I chuckle. “You’ve made me wait a whole year for this.”

  “I know, but—”

  Cutting him off, I coil my fingers around the base of his taut shaft and lick my lips. “Any objections?”

  His dark-brown eyes sparkle with mischief.

  That’s the only answer this girl needs!

  “Good,” I say, loving the power I have to bring this man-mountain to his knees.

  At first I tease him—brushing his moist crown with with my lips as I flick my tongue around the ridge. However, it’s not long before I take him inside my greedy mouth. His salty pre-cum tastes bitter yet wonderful.
I’m so fucking horny! I’ve been dreaming about giving this ripped stud a blowjob since the first day we met!

  I purr as I push my mouth down on as much of him as I can take. He’s so huge that I struggle to reach his base, and when I get close I almost choke.

  With the veins of his cock pulsing inside my mouth—twitching harder the faster I bob up and down on his length—he grabs me by my hair and starts to drive his hips up and down.

  I groan with longing as I suck his rock-hard meat. I love it that he’s losing all control. I started to wonder if this moment would ever come, but now it’s here it couldn't be more perfect.

  Just as I begin to suck him off even harder—only breaking for air so I can lick the underside of his hot shaft—he pushes me back and then jumps on top of me.

  I giggle. “Whoa! Someone’s keen!”

  He firmly holds me down by my chest and nudges the tip of his tasty cock up to my folds. “I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you.”

  I heat at his naughty threat. He means it—desperation is riding across his brow.

  I smile. “I don’t want you to go easy on me. I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”

  He grits his teeth as he pushes forward. As soon as I feel his mammoth dick enter my tight flower, I arch right back and scream. Inch-by-inch, he breaks through my guard in a way no other boy has come close to. His cock is so huge it barely fits!

  When he’s fully seated inside me, I fling my arms around his body and dig my nails into the thick muscles of his back. All of a sudden he shunts into me with marked aggression.

  Pumping in and out of my pussy, he grunts like a beast—driving into me harder and harder with each stroke.

  I close my eyes and let the pleasure of hard and fast sex take over me. My nipples swell, my clit throbs, and sparks shoot up and down my spine the closer I get to the edge of release.

  As he buries himself deeper, I beg him to go faster.

  “You’re hitting my g-spot!” I scream. “I’m so close, Johnny. Don’t stop!”

  Being the most perfect lover, he thunders in and out of me quicker and deeper. The only sign of tenderness from being so brutally nailed are the sweet kisses he plants along my cheek and neck.

  This is more than just casual sex, this is pure and unfettered passion. The attention he’s paying to me tells me he’s been thinking of me this whole year like I’ve been thinking of him. This was always destined to happen.

  Just as he thrusts himself even faster inside my clenching pussy, I spasm wildly and let out an ear-shattering scream. As soon as I come the room spins. The orgasm exploding from my core is almost violent in its sweetness, leaving me a breathless mess. Only a few seconds after I climax he unloads into me. With his cum blasting into me like a hot jet, he lets out a primal caveman-like roar.

  The whole thing barely lasted a few minutes. All that build up—all that teasing, testing and waiting—has come to this…

  These few wild and untamed minutes have filled me with enough passion to last me hours, though. Finally, we’re unguarded and free.

  But as euphoric as my release feels I’m also filled with sadness…

  If this really is just a one night deal, how can I ever hope to feel this way again with another guy?

  Fuck that!

  I don’t want another guy.

  I want Johnny…

  I’ve wanted him since the first day we met.

  As he cradles me in his arms my troubled past with my ex is nothing but a distant memory. Johnny is the man I was always meant to be with…

  Screw the age gap between us.

  This is fate. We’re made for each other.

  Johnny

  “See?” Georgie smiles. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  Brushing the fringe from her sparkling blue eyes, I press my erection up to belly. “That’s not what you said a few minutes ago.”

  She giggles and kisses me.

  Snuggling with Georgie in bed, after such mind-blowing sex, is a beautiful feeling. We’ve spent the last ten minutes cuddling, chatting, and looking at each other. And, as I knew would happen if I finally gave into temptation, I’m hooked on her.

  As we hug and kiss, my cock hardens for action again. Before I know it I’m pushing my tip past her shaved crease and into the shallow tunnel of her pussy once again.

  Holy shit! I’ve never fucked such a tight and beautiful girl like Georgie before. She fits me like a glove; her wet walls clamping to my shaft like she was made just for me.

  As I piston in and out of her—on our sides, facing each other on the bed—I draw my lips away from our hot kiss and watch her baby-blues screw shut. I love seeing the look of rapture on her face. I love the fact I’m doing this to her—making her come apart with each pump of my huge cock.

  This curvy angel is so pretty it hurts. Her nose flares and she’s biting hard on her lower lip as I sink deeper and deeper inside.

  Just as I hit my stride, she reaches down between us and plays with my balls. I return the favor by rubbing her juicy clit as I drive in and out of her at speed.

  Even faster than before, we both come again.

  I roar with pleasure whilst she cries out in passion.

  Feeling her climax splash against my dick makes me shake and growl. It’s amazing how she’s turned me, this big powerful man, into a trembling wreck.

  It’s too late to shrug this off as just some casual fling. One night with Georgie will never be enough. Any code of ethics I had have been destroyed. I don’t care anymore. I’m almost out of the game anyway, and if even if I wasn't it was all worth it!

  I still have the problem of squaring this up with her uncle. How do I tell him that I’ve fallen in love with his niece? That I slept with the girl he paid me to watch and protect? He put his trust in me, and I stepped over the line.

  Maybe she’ll run away with me?

  Fuck the paycheck. I’ve enough money to see out my days in that tranquil log cabin I’ve been dreaming of.

  I don’t have the time to ponder the situation much more. Georgie soon comes down from her sweet release and locks her baby-blues to me.

  “So,” she pants, fighting to get her breath back. “Did I convince you of more than one night?”

  “You didn't need to.”

  She lifts a brow. “Oh?”

  “You had me fully the first time I saw you.”

  “Sure!” she snorts. “That’s why you fed me bullshit about being married when you first knocked me back.”

  “I’m not proud of lying to you, but it was complicated then.”

  “Complicated? If you told me you didn't find me attractive enough to go all the way with then, yeah, I guess I’d buy that. But pretending you were married…?” She hesitates. “Tell me honestly, what made you say that? Scared of the age gap?”

  Before I go to answer, I glance down at the mess I’ve made of her and chuckle. “You’re looking a little sticky there. Think we could have this heart-to-heart later?”

  She laughs. “Guess this dirty girl needs a good clean first, huh?”

  I smirk. “I could wash you clean.”

  “You want to take a shower with me?”

  “I was thinking a nice, hot bath.” I reach for her pussy and wipe away my load, which is trickling out of her claimed center. “You’re extra dirty.”

  Pushing to her feet, she pulls the bedsheets around her curvy body and chuckles. “You run a bath and I’ll fetch the drinks. Deal?”

  “Deal.” A smirk plays across my lips. “But no more homemade cocktails.”

  “Wine?”

  “Perfect.”

  Chapter 7

  Georgina

  “I said I love you!”

  Johnny bends down and squints. “Sorry, what was that?”

  I give up. The music is far too loud. Instead, I try to loosen him up as we enjoy a date in my favorite nightclub. It’s a shock this boy can’t dance. If only he was a fraction as good on the dance floor as he is in bed then he’d be a sup
erstar.

  Guess you can’t have it all!

  As one track bleeds into another, I treat my hunky new boyfriend to one of my best dance moves. Grinding my ass against his groin, I shake it and twist my body to the beat. A naughty smile pulls at my lips. I can feel Johnny’s approval growing by the second!

  Suddenly, his large hands clasp to my waist and he spins me back around to face him. “Not here.”

  I throw my arms over his broad shoulders and grin. “Ashamed of your younger girlfriend?”

  “No.” He looks around. “It’s just…”

  “What?”

  “You're Chamber’s niece. Wouldn't there be a pap around?”

  I frown. “A pap?”

  “Paparazzi.”

  I bat my hand. “Don’t sweat it. I’m not that important. My uncle keeps me guarded from the press.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes!”

  His eyes narrow as music bounces off the walls. “What was that?”

  I snicker. “You need a hearing-aid, old man.”

  “Okay.”

  I burst out laughing. I’m glad he didn't hear that one!

  As the music dies down to a skeletal beat, I place a hand on his muscular chest. “Just going to the bathroom. Get the drinks, okay?”

  “I’ll come with you.”

  “I’m going to the ladies.” I nod to the far end of the club. “The men’s are over there.”

  He squints.

  I shake my head. “Nah-ah. I’m not having you follow me. Not this time. I won’t be more than a few minutes.” I smile. “Don’t worry so much.”

  “Am I being uptight?”

  “Yeah, as always. Just order the drinks and I’ll be back before you know it. Get me a double vodka and I’ll show you that move again!”

  After three drinks in I’d normally have mascara smudged all around my eyes. Surprisingly, though, checking out my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I still look as fresh as a daisy. In fact there’s a permanent glow to my cheeks. Johnny seems to have awoken something inside of me.

  Happiness.