His Sugarplum: Curves For Christmas by Love Frankie

Author:Love, Frankie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

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Sugar

When he comes inside me, my world stops being grey… suddenly it’s a thousand bursts of light.

It hurts, but God, it feels so good. I’m on my back, and Smith is above me, filling me up slowly, sweetly, taking his time. My imperfections fade away, and I allow myself to see my body through his eyes. He seems to love every inch of me.

And God, how I love every inch of him. He is ripped, chiseled, and comfortable in his skin in a way I’ve always envied. And now, as his thick cock moves deeper inside of me, I feel a new wave of confidence ripple through me.

I smile, a big wide smile and Smith sees. Sees me. “You look so happy.”

“I am,” I tell him, grasping at the pleasure he is somehow able to deliver me. “You’re so hot, Smith. I feel like I’m with a supermodel.”

He kisses me, his hand on my cheek. “I’m no model, but I can be yours.”

I close my eyes, a hot tear running down my cheek. The idea that Smith wants me… all of me, for more than one night, is too overwhelming an idea. That he wants me for even this night catches my breath. I can’t even contemplate the idea of having him for longer. I don’t want to be heartbroken tomorrow. I want to savor this time with him as the single best night of my life.

It can be enough.

Maybe if I say it one hundred times, I’ll believe it.

“You’re so tight on my cock. God, I imagined having sex but… Sugar…” Smith is at a loss for words and I giggle. Sleeping with another virgin feels so otherworldly. Like I won the lottery at Christmas.

“I know,” I moan, as he moves deeper in me. “You make me feel so full.”

He grins. “I’ve seen porn, I figured I had a big cock.”

“It’s not big, Smith. It’s huge.”

“Glad you like it, Sugarplum.”

We stop talking after that because it’s hard to concentrate on words when the feelings rushing through me are so expansive and yet so encompassing.

Being with Smith isn't about having sex. It's more than that.

I knew sex was supposed to feel good. I've heard that all my life from foster sisters, from movies, from the girls my brother has dated and the other women I've known in the motorcycle club.

Sex is supposed to be hot and exciting and thrilling, but this is more than that. It's more than I thought possible and as Smith holds me, cradling me in his big strong arms, I feel small in a way that lets me feel so whole, so complete.

My heart pounds. This is not how anyone has described sex. I don’t feel caged in. For the first time in my life, I feel so utterly free. I wrap my arms around Smith, my legs around him. My body usually feels so big, like I'm taking up too much space, but here with Smith, I feel just the right size. Like I was made for him.

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