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

decided to take the long way. He kissed down the crease of her inner thigh, and then slowly made his way over to her glistening labia. His lips nibbled at her nether lips. Charlie listened intently to her breathing as it hitched in her throat. He studied the movements of her body as he worked his way over it. Learning her.
    Next, he made his way to her tight opening, dripping with her arousal. Charlie’s tongue stroked up the middle, but he stopped before he reached her clit. He continued to taste and torment her. Her flavor was sweet and savory, and his cock felt near to bursting. He couldn’t wait to get inside of her, but first he had to make sure that she came before him. Since he wasn’t sure if a virgin could come internally the first time.
    The agitation of her body let Charlie know that she was ready, as was he. He started from the bottom, his tongue gliding up her between her labia. He finished with a soft flick against her clit and her reaction nearly made him come on the spot. Her entire body tensed like a tightened violin string. Her upper body shot up off of the bed, her hands ripped at the comforter and sheets on the bed, and she cried out his name.
    The buildup of tension in her body from his teasing assault on her, made Ashland detonate at the first flick of his tongue. Her sweet pussy flooded with her honeyed nectar and Charlie lapped it up eagerly, as her cries reached his ears. Eventually, Ashland was unable to take much more and she pushed at his head, signaling for him to stop. Charlie crawled back up her lush body and positioned his near erupting cock at her entrance.
    He gazed into her eyes for a few beats, asking for permission. Ashland looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and nodded her head. With swift precision, Charlie plunged into her welcoming tightness and through the delicate barrier. Her eyes widened and her back arched as the pain hit her and he groaned at the feel of her still fluttering walls around him.
    Buried to the hilt, Charlie stilled as he waited for her to get accustomed to his size.
    “Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly.
    “Mmhmm.” Ashland hummed and nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak.
    Testing the waters, she pumped up towards him. Instead of the pain she thought she’d feel, ripples of pleasure washed over her. She inhaled sharply at the feeling. Charlie took that as his queue to continue. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he slid out to the tip, and plunged back in. He hit the top of her cervix and a scream tore from her throat.
    “Ahh God!” Charlie shouted out. “I can’t take much more. Are you ready?”
    “Yes, please!” Ashland answered. Though, she didn’t really know what he was asking but she quickly found out.
    Charlie grasped her hips with strong sure hands. Once more he pulled out to the head of his staff, but this time when he thrust forward he didn’t stop. He pounded into her pliant flesh over and over again. Ashland’s hands found his forearms as she tried to hold on for dear life. With every inward stroke, her cries became louder and louder.
    Charlie’s body glistened with sweat. His blond hair flopped on his forehead with his aggressive movements. His teeth clenched together as he growled deeply with every pump of his hips. He was mindless to everything but the connection of their most intimate place. He felt the beginnings of her impending climax as her walls contracted around him. He slowed his speed by a fraction and added a swivel to his hips and it was game over.
    Ashland’s nails dug crescent shaped indents into Charlie’s forearms as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed uncontrollably around him, pulling an explosive climax from him as well. Charlie quickly pulled out and his seed pumped from his body onto her trembling belly. Charlie leaned forward, rested his forehead against hers and softly kissed her nose.
    “Was that okay?” Charlie asked in concern.
    “Lord, yes! That was