Crave Her Curves

Once the receptionist, whose name I don’t remember, leaves, I look toward the woman I do love.

She’s staring at the door.

Pressing the intercom, I tell my PA to hold all visitors and not to disturb me until I say otherwise.

“Ava, come here,” I say.

She’s a little startled when I say her name.

Closing her booklet, she puts it down on the sofa and walks toward me. I’ve purchased her many different items of clothing, and this blue dress has a nice, flowing skirt, which if she was to spin around would flow out and showcase her thighs. I hold my hand out for her to take, which she does, and I pull her toward me, making her straddle my lap. Pressing my cock against her pussy, I feel her moan, and watch her eyes close as I rub against her sensitive area.

She’s been with me a month and a half, and I know she has already skipped a period, but I wonder if she has even realized it yet. I want to know if she’s carrying my child so I can take the next step of owning her and showing her for the rest of our lives, just how much I love her.

Gripping her ass, I rub her against me, loving how her eyes close and her head tilts back as I hit the right spot, the spot I know she loves.

She doesn’t hold back as I give her what I want. My dick hardens even more.

She straightens up, her hands going to my shoulders.

“You want me?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Beg me for it.”

“Please, Mitch, I want you. I need you. Please. I’ll do anything. Please.”

I love it when I get her like this, when her need overrides everything else. It’s hypnotic, and what makes it even better is she’s all fucking mine.

I don’t share. I hate sharing, and with Ava, I can be as selfish as I need to be.

Lifting up her skirt, I trace my finger across the seam of her panties. They’re wet from her arousal, and it makes me even harder to know my girl can be just as dirty as I am.

“Take out my cock.”

She lowers the zipper of my pants, her hand sliding in to touch me.

I’m so hard and already slick with my pre-cum. I grip the edge of her panties and yank hard, feeling them tear, and I shove them into my pocket. Holding her hips, I lift her up, and she grasps my cock.

We work together, and as I sink inside her, we both moan our pleasure.

Even though I’ve been fucking her for a month straight, she’s still too tight. Each time I fuck her, it’s like a vise is wrapped around my dick, and there’s no way of stopping it. I love how tight she is, and I want her. I want her so fucking much.

Every waking moment is filled with my need for her, and it doesn’t stop, not even for a moment. I want to give her the world. I’m obsessed with her, and there’s no mistaking my feelings for her.

She means everything to me.

My entire world is surrounded by her.

I love her.

I want to claim and own every part of her.

When I think she is pregnant with my child, I can’t help but feel … happy, thrilled, excited. I want to go and get a test, but I also don’t want to freak her out.

I love her more than anything else in the world. There’s no one I want more, and I can see us having a life together.

A happy, fun-filled life.

Gripping her hips tighter, I rock into her, going as deep as I can, lifting her up and pulling her back down onto my cock. Over and over, I fuck her, going deeper inside her, watching her eyes as they dilate.

The pleasure is building between the two of us.

I don’t want to come without her.

Moving her skirt out of the way, I finger her pussy, working her over and over until I feel the flutters of her cunt as she comes over my cock. With the tightness of her pussy, and the feel of her cum, I fill her up again, hoping my seed has already filled her, wanting to keep her as mine, and not let anyone else touch her.

She belongs to me.

Only to me.

Sinking my fingers into her hair, I pull her close, and slam her lips against mine, nipping at her flesh.

She is mine.

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Ava

When I walk around his country home, I feel like this is where I’m meant to be. The end of summer is fast closing in, and I’m worried about what waits for me when I go home. I’ve got no job for me, and I love being here. I love being with him. Mitch has gone out to run some errands, and promised to return soon as he wanted to talk. Biting my lip, I stare into one of the spare bedrooms. His country home has over six rooms, three of which have always been designed for guests. This one is different though. As I stare into the room, I can see it changing, becoming a nursery, and without thinking, my hand goes to my stomach. More than anything I want to have this baby.