Curve Contract (Big Girls Next Door Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page B

his agile fingers working to unzip the dress. He stripped it and the wrap off, tugging both up over my pliant arms to leave me trembling in just my panties.
    I watched his face, knowing my gaze was anxious as hell but unable to pretend otherwise. He licked his lips, first the bottom and then the top, everything in slow motion as his gaze darted, then lingered, then darted again to take all of me in.
    His attention settled at last on my breasts. His mouth descended, releasing a soft moan before he latched on to one straining nipple. The massage of his hands along my hips turned to tugs as he stripped the panties from me.
    “Blake--” I choked down an excited groan as the suction on my nipple intensified. “Blake, you said we'd talk about this with your attorney...”
    Releasing my breast with a wet pop, he looked up as he slid down my body. A famished grin broke across his face. Lifting a brow, he looked down at the wet parting of my thighs. His tongue snaked out to wet his top, then bottom, lip again as he slowly shook his head side to side.
    “No, baby.” His head dipped lower, his nose brushing the line of my cunt before his hot gaze pinned me to the mattress. “I said we'd talk about 'that' -- T-H-A-T.”
    He took his first slow lick, groaning as his eyes fluttered shut. “I never said we'd talk about this .”
    Pleasure whipped through me as his lips settled against my clit. He sucked the swollen dangle of flesh into his mouth where his tongue traced tight circles. I convulsed, my flesh already hypersensitive from the orgasm he'd delivered in the back seat of his limousine.
    “Blake...” I brought my hands down to the black tangle of curls crowning his head, intent on pushing him away. Another exquisitely long lick of his tongue from the top of my clit down to my quivering hole changed my mind and left me knotting my fingers in his thick hair.
    His hands followed his tongue, the tips of his fingers dragging inside me against the back of my clit in a little “come here” gesture that had me swooning and moaning his name. He repeated the motion, his tongue teasing the glans hiding under the hood of my clit at the same time.
    He was going to make me come again, just as hard as the first time. It was an alien sensation -- not the climax, but at the hands of a man. I’d had few lovers and, apparently, Blake was right. They’d been amateurs. Selfish amateurs, their critical gazes comparing me to the women who had dumped them and finding me not worth their time to please. Dive in, pump a few times and get the hell out.
    Not Blake. He took his time. All part of his brand -- customer satisfaction and a famous, meticulous attention to detail. He nibbled, sucked, stroked, his gaze raking my flesh before locking on my face.
    Holy fuck -- I was not going to NOT enjoy this, not when he was looking at me like that, his expression fierce as he devoured my cunt, licking, slurping, driving me right up and over the edge.
    I tightened around his fingers, trying to halt the onrush of my climax. Blake pushed deeper, three fingers wide as his shoulders wedged my thighs open. My ass lifted from the mattress, my pussy cresting against his mouth as he delivered another deep stroke. My stomach rippled, the muscles of my pussy causing it to roll up and down as the rest of my body locked in place.
    His hand took up a steady rhythm, his tongue and lips matching the pace as the first wave of my climax slammed through me. I cried out, my palms thrust open and pressing down on his skull.
    “Yes, Blake...oh...right there...”
    Right. Fucking. There.
    Another wave slammed through me, faster and harder than the first. The undertow tugged at my hips, pulling me down for a second before the next wave buoyed me back up. His name ripped from my throat one last time before I collapsed in a shuddering, sticky mess of ecstasy.
    Blake surged up the mattress. He rolled me onto my side, his chest pressed against my back. He was still clothed, only his