My Curvy Belle

It will seem to me to be the epitome of fuckery that the woman I’d decided to spend the rest of my life with would be the one to give me blue balls. I came to this conclusion due to the fact that my dick stayed hard from the moment I pulled into her grandmother’s driveway ‘til now.

Luckily for her, he was being on his best behavior, but since this shit was new to him too, I have no way of knowing how long that shit would last.

The fact that she lived with her grandmother and I was now staying in the guesthouse at my parents’ place while my own home was being built might call for some maneuvering, but that’s nothing I can’t handle.

But again the question as to just how far I was willing to go reared its head. I know down to my core that she’s not the type I can bed and walk away from. So if I go there with her, especially in this town and with our families being as close as they are, I’d better have the best of intentions.

That’s where this little outing comes in. There’s nothing in the last half an hour that would change my already made up mind, so this was all for her.

Truth is, once my mind’s made up, there really isn’t much she can say or do about the situation. But I’ma play the gentleman at least for the next coupla days.

“Give me a minute to get changed.” I looked down at the jeans and tee she wore with her sneakers and shook my head. “You’re fine just as you are.” She was the perfect accompaniment to my own jeans and tee with shit kickers.

Aunt Charlie was stirring something on the stove while pies and cobbler cooled on the counter. “You two back so soon?” She sounded almost disappointed.

“I’m stealing your girl for the rest of the afternoon. We’re gonna go grab something to eat.” I tacked on the last quickly at the raised brow look she threw me. She nodded her head and closed the lid on the pot.

“You two kids have fun and Logan, don’t you go speeding with my grandbaby in that death rap of yours.”

“How do you know about the monster?”

“Your grandma who else? Now get outta here.”

We both kissed one of her withered cheeks and I let go of Belle long enough for her to say a quick goodbye before leading her out the door.

She balked at the step-up on my truck and squeaked when I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her off her feet.

“Calm down beautiful I’m just gonna help you in.” She blushed at being called beautiful and I wondered if the asshole was one of those small dick fucks who couldn’t appreciate a real woman’s curves.

His fucking loss. My dick was already drooling and we hadn’t even so much as sniffed the pussy yet. No worries though, I already knew her pussy was gonna smell like warm cinnamon apple pie and taste like that shit alamode.

Damn, get your mind off her snatch Logan or you won’t make it out the damn driveway. I realized I was just standing there holding her suspended in my arms and when I looked into her eyes, I barely restrained myself from kissing those pouty lips.

Fuck waiting, I’m giving her three days max before I put her under me. It might take some doing but I’m more than up for the challenge. Fuck if I’ma let her past muddy my waters.

And the way her nipples hardened under my gaze and how the pulse in her neck took off, I’m convinced that with the right moves I’d reach my goal. First I have to work on her mind though.

My eyes were glued to her tits as I helped her into the truck. I didn’t do anything as crass as let my hands brush against her flesh when I pulled the seatbelt around her and buckled her in though.

She was acting like I’d ran my hand through her legs the way her breath sped up and she clenched those shits tight together. Then I smelt her; hot pussy.

My eyes flew up to hers and she looked mortified. I’d been so busy thinking about my attraction to her that I didn’t give much thought to her feelings towards me.

It was obvious from the way she looked hurriedly away from me that she liked what she saw. I’m not sure if it was my face, which I knew was more than just handsome.

Or my muscular chest and arms that showed beneath my tee. Then again it could be the tats that peeped out around my biceps, women love that shit.

There was no hiding that hungry look in her eyes though, and I leaned in, testing the waters to see if she’d pull back. She didn’t and one of my hands rested on her hip as I leaned in and touched her lips with mine.