Addicted to Her Curves

She was only in a one-piece but even still, she’d made him hard, and for some odd reason, that made her exceedingly happy.

“Before we go, if you are ever wanting lessons or to train, I don’t want anyone else instructing you.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Simple, I can handle Beau touching you. In fact, I can’t wait to see his dick sliding deep inside you while I get to watch, but no one else, no man or woman, will get the pleasure of feeling or touching, or in any way becoming acquainted with your body. You belong to me and Beau.”

“I haven’t even given you an answer.”

“He called me to let me know you were on the loose and he got the sense you wanted to talk. Well, I know what it is you want, and I’m not presuming. There’s no judgment here, baby. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. Until then, I’ll show you my gym.”

****

Owning this gym had been his pride and joy for a long time. Scott had planned this from the ground up, just as Beau had his mechanic shop. They had both wanted to be businessmen, working for themselves, and not at the whims of someone else. When he first opened this gym, he knew people had doubts about the longevity of it. People didn’t for a second think it would stay, but it had flourished. He had people from several towns over who wanted to use it. He prided himself on being the best he could be, and that was exactly what he was.

When they got to his office, he nodded at a couple of the awards he had won. “I’m not trying to brag.”

“You totally should be bragging. I mean, look at them. It’s freaking crazy. The gym aside, the pool is a dream. I love it and now I’m pleased I actually joined.” She spun in his office and moved toward his window.

Her curves were on full display as she looked out.

Her ass called to him and he couldn’t deny himself the chance of getting his hands on her. He moved right up behind her and cupped her hips.

He heard her gasp and pressed his lips to her neck. “Hello, beautiful,” he said.

“This place is amazing, Scott. You really should be proud.”

“I am.”

“Good.”

He couldn’t help but slide his hand to her stomach. She didn’t protest, not even when he moved down to cup her pussy.

Her breathing deepened and rather than stay still, he stroked her, feeling her body melt against his as he touched her.

“Do you have any idea what it is you do to me?” he asked, nibbling at her neck.

“No.”

He pressed his cock against her back. “Now do you have an idea?” He slipped a finger beneath her swimsuit and touched her.

“Scott?”

“If it’s too much, tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this, and that you came to turn us both down.”

Her teeth sank into her lip and no words were spoken. She didn’t contradict him. “Tell me,” he said, needing her to.

“I can’t.”

“You want this?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I want you so fucking bad.” He slid through her slit, touching her clit. She spread her legs open wider and he followed the seam down to her entrance. She was soaking wet, and he plunged into her, knuckle deep. Adding a second finger, he began to fuck her, going deeper, spreading her wider, wanting her more than anything.

She was tight.

He wasn’t a small man.

If he fucked her, he’d hurt her.

Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he led her back to his desk. He cupped her face and tugged her close to kiss her hard. His tongue traced across her lip and she opened up for him. Her hands went to his chest, sliding up to curl around his neck as he deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth and he plunged inside, tasting her.

“Scott,” she said, moaning his name.

It was so fucking precious.

He had no choice but to break from the kiss. He needed to see her. Taking one strap of her swimsuit, he slid it down her arm, exposing her tit to his gaze. So pretty. So perfect. With the other strap, he did the same and she didn’t try to hide, for which he was so fucking grateful.

Reaching forward, he stroked his tongue across each peaked bud. She dropped her head back, crying out as he took a bite. He soothed the pain with a slide of his tongue.

She gripped the back of his head and he relished the feeling.

After pushing the swimsuit past her hips, he made sure it fell to the floor. Stepping back, he finally got to see his woman. She gripped the edge of his desk.

No hiding. She lifted up and spread her legs.

Gripping her thighs, he held them open even wider as he stared into her eyes. “You do know by doing this, you’ve declared yourself ours.”