His Scarred Woman - Curvy Women Wanted

He held her open as he worked on her clit, sliding across, around, over, and around again before sucking her into his mouth. He listened to her every moan and gasp. When she came, he didn’t stop. He brought her to the edge of arousal, keeping her there before leaning back and grabbing the lubrication.

He made sure there was plenty on his dick, getting himself nice and slick. Moving over her, he pushed aside some of her hair she’d placed over her scarred face.

“You have no reason to hide from me. No reason at all.” With his cock at her entrance, he stared into her eye and slammed in hard and deep. He didn’t go slow. He tore through her virginity, making her his. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close as she cried out.

He felt her tight cunt constrict around him. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to hurt her, but also knowing he didn’t have a choice. To be inside her, there was going to be pain.

“I’m so sorry, baby. So sorry.”

He kissed her and stroked her body, hoping she would forgive him. He wasn’t wearing a condom because he didn’t want anything between them.

Slowly, he waited for her to get accustomed to him. After a short time, the pain must have ebbed away. He’d read a woman’s first time was different for all.

Only when she started to move on his cock did he give her what she wanted. He didn’t fuck her though, he made love to her.

Chapter Five

“What are you staring at?” Drake asked.

“Nothing.” Petra jerked away from the mirror.

“You’re seeing if you’re different?”

“No, not at all.” She pressed her lips together as he raised a brow. She didn’t know how he could look so cocky with his arms folded, watching her. “Okay, fine, yes. I was looking.”

“What do you see?”

“A loser,” she said.

He stepped up to her and slapped her ass.

“Hey.”

“I told you I won’t have you putting yourself down anymore. I don’t want to hear that kind of language from your mouth. You’re not a loser.” He wrapped his arms around her and turned her toward the mirror. “You know what I see?”

“No.”

“I see a woman who was a virgin last night but this morning, she wants to ride my cock again. If you’re not too sore.”

“I don’t know what it is you do to me, but I think you need to make it stop.”

“Why would I stop something that feels so good?” he asked, cupping her cheek and tilting her head to the side so he could kiss her.

She moaned. “Because I have to fire you.”

“I’m fired. I’m here strictly in a teaching capacity.”

“You’re going to teach me?”

“Yes.”

“What?” she asked.

His hand moved down her body, cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple as his other hand delved between her thighs to touch her pussy. “Everything you need or want to know about fucking. I know you want me. You can hate me all you want, but I felt you last night, Petra. Your pussy squeezed me because she likes me.”

“My pussy doesn’t have a mind of its own.”

“Why fight what you want?” He slid a finger inside her and she couldn’t help but look at the mirror to watch. She didn’t look like herself. Drake was filled out with muscle and strength and he held her, his touch gentle and yet setting her on fire with need.

“Spread those thighs for me. Let me see that pretty pussy. It’s all mine. You know that, right? You can keep trying to fire me but it doesn’t mean you’re going to get rid of me. You want me and every single day, you’re going to crave me. I’m going to give you what you need. You won’t have to go anywhere else. I’ll have everything you need. All you have to do is ask.”

“Ask you to fuck me? To be on hand as my own personal sex toy?” she asked.

“Whatever you need.”

“I don’t believe you.” There was no way a guy like him would ever allow her to treat him like an object. She didn’t trust him. Not after what he’d done, what he intended to do.

“Try me, Petra, touch me, and see what you get.”

For only a few seconds, she hesitated. Finally, she grabbed his cock. “Does this mean I get to do everything I want with you?” She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but as she held him and looked into his eyes, she knew she wanted to, wanted him desperately. Not to use him. No, she wanted to feel everything she’d been feeling with him for the past couple of days.

“Yes. You can have me any way you want me.” He pushed her hair back from her face, cupping her scarred cheek.

She kept watching him, expecting to see some kind of weakness but instead, he smiled at her as if she … was his everything.