Free Curvy Ever After: Forbidden Curvy Girl Fairy Tales by Twyla Turner Page A

as he stroked in a little deeper and was stopped by a barrier. What the hell?!
    Charlie’s hips went completely still and he looked down at Ashland, stunned. “Ashland, why didn’t you tell me?!” He asked in utter shock and disbelief.
    “I-I didn’t want you to change your mind.” Ashland whispered as she turned her head to the side in shame.
    “That’s highly doubtful.” Charlie gave her a look that said she was crazy to think that he wouldn’t want her either way. “This is supposed to be a special moment for you.”
    “It is special. Everything is perfect.” Ashland defended.
    “But I was treating you like someone who knew how this all worked! I should be moving slowly and getting you ready. Not ripping through your hymen like a savage beast.” Charlie dropped his forehead to her chest, taking deep calming breaths as he tried to switch gears.
    “Are you gonna stop? Do you not want to do this anymore?” Ashland asked with a tremble in her voice.
    Charlie’s head popped up and he looked down at her incredulous. “Are you kidding me?! Do you feel this?” Charlie asked as he took another shallow stroke in her tight heat. “I actually got harder the moment I realized you were a virgin. Knowing that I’ll be your first and only lover is an incredible turn on. I don’t think I could go back now, even if I tried.” Charlie admitted.
    “‘First and only?’” Ashland asked skeptically, after her gasp of pleasure from the gentle strokes he was torturing her with.
    “I don’t think you understand that you were mine the moment you ran into me earlier. I won’t…I can’t let you go. So you might as well get used to this mug, because it’s the only one you’re gonna be looking at for the rest of your life.” Charlie said emphatically.
    “How romantic.” Ashland teased, though she thought his words were the most romantic thing she’d ever heard.
    “Mm…now stop distracting me. I have to redeem myself and do this right,” Charlie said with determination.
    He lowered his head and gave Ashland a soft kiss on the lips. It was sheer torture not to slam into her welcoming wetness, but Charlie knew it was his responsibility to make this just as good for Ashland. So his kisses traveled down her jaw to her neck, where he stopped to nibble and lick at the smooth skin above her erratic pulse. Her hips instinctually pumped towards him. Reluctantly, Charlie pulled all the way out of her warmth. Afraid that she’d breech her barrier before she was ready.
    His travels down her body brought him to her large, chocolate tipped mounds. Charlie’s hands on either side of her decadent breasts, pushed them together so that he could have easier access to both of her turgid nipples. His tongue swirled around the tips. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin. He moved his lips back and forth over them, grazing them. Taking turns with each one.
    Ashland’s eyes closed as she took in every sensation he was pulling from her. Her hips moved restlessly. Her back bowed off of the bed and her hands fisted in the comforter covering the bed. She thought that the feelings coursing through her couldn’t get much better, but she was wrong.
    Charlie sensed that she was getting close to her breaking point. He moved from her luscious breasts and made his way down her soft tummy. It wasn’t tight and flat like so many women strove for, though it was soft, supple and smooth. Comforting. His.
    He reached her mound at the apex of her thick thighs. She may have been a virgin, but he was surprised to find that she was well groomed. A lovely landing strip was her only adornment. He traced a finger down the strip and her hips pulled back away from him at the shock of the first touch. Charlie smirked at her futile attempt to get away from him. She has no idea what’s next.
    His lips followed the path of his finger, down the springy curls of her mound. Instead of heading straight to the tight bundle of nerves the strip pointed towards, Charlie