Do you want this, he’s asking with his eyes.
Do you want to enter my world?
Will you stand beside me, no matter what?
Will you accept me as yours, no matter what I’ve done, no matter what I’ll do?
I reach up and touch his hard, stubbled face, look deep into his dark green eyes. Who is this man?! What has he done?! What am I doing?! Who the hell am I?!
You’re his, I remind myself as I blink once as if to say yes. Whether you knew it or not, you decided you’re his the moment you turned around and walked back into this place, into his life, into his arms. You’re his, and that means you have to deal with whatever’s coming. Now and forever.
I nod as Armand’s face twists with the agony of holding his arousal back. His massive, muscled body is shivering as I touch his face with all the tenderness I have. I can tell he wants to ram himself deep into me, and my wetness is pouring down along my crack and onto the floormats as I yearn to be filled. But the moment lingers, and we just stare into one another’s eyes. It’s like he knows that if he enters me, it’s not just his cock entering me. It’s all of him. Body and soul. Mind and spirit. All of him.
And all of me.
Suddenly my eyes go into focus, my vision narrows, and all I can see are Armand’s eyes, all I can feel is Armand’s body, all I can smell is his aroma, the scent of a man, the scent of my man.
Then I close my eyes and nod once again, and Armand enters me. Enters me fully. All the way deep. Into my body. Into my soul. Into my life.
6
ARMAND
She’s so goddamn warm against my cock that I almost explode even before I’m all the way in. I’m so hard my neck is straining, my teeth are grinding against one another, my eyes are glazed over and unfocused. I feel the arousal in every part of my flesh, and I know immediately this is more than just sex, more than just a fling, more than anything I’ve experienced.
This is forever.
“Oh, shit,” I grunt as I push myself deep into her, feeling her open up for my thickness, her warm valley coating my shaft with its wetness until I am balls deep inside Astrid. My cock throbs as a wave of manic arousal rips through me, making my balls seize up, making my ass clench as I prepare to pump her with everything I’ve got. But I hold myself there for a moment, looking deep into her big brown eyes. I saw how she nodded at me—just a subtle nod, like she didn’t even know she was doing it. I know what she meant. I know that nod was more than just her saying yes to my body. It was the woman in her saying yes to the man in me. To all of me. Everything I am.
Her lips tremble as she forces a smile through her arousal, and I try to smile back but I can’t fucking do it. I can barely even breathe, and I wonder if I’m choking, if all the blood has left my head to fill my cock, if I’m going to die on top of her on the floor of my gym. Slowly I begin to pump, flexing my cock inside her and making her moan like the woman she is.
And then I can’t hold back any longer. My body wants hers too badly, and I reach down and grasp her thick sides firmly, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, jamming my powerful hips between her thighs until she is spread wide beneath me. Then I start to pump, slowly but with power, drawing back all the way and then driving back into her, gradually picking up the pace as I grit my teeth to hold back my need. I don’t want to hurt her. I never want to hurt her.
She whimpers and arches her neck back as I ram into her hard, but her body just shudders as she wraps her arms tight around my neck. Oh, fuck, she can handle me, can’t she?! I knew it when I saw her! My body knew it!
With a roar I draw back and slam into her harder, gasping as I see the force of my entry vibrate her round cheeks as she shrieks. I dig my fingers deeper into her sides until I’m lifting her ass off the floor and driving into her with everything I’ve got. I can feel her wetness dripping down my shaft, coating my goddamn balls, flowing like a river onto the floormats. I can smell her feminine scent fill the air, fill my lungs, make me dizzy like it’s a drug. She’s coming, I can tell, and I shout in delight as I see her eyes roll up in her head, her tongue curling up over her upper lip.
I fuck her through her orgasm, holding her firmly by the hips as she writhes and convulses, screams and thrashes. Then I pull out of her and swiftly flip her over, raising her beautiful ass and smacking her twice on each buttcheek, watching her gorgeous rear shudder as my fingers leave streaks on her soft flesh.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I groan as I pull her ass higher and spread her thick thighs, rubbing her dripping slit from behind. Her scent is so strong I am grunting like an animal in heat, and I push my face into her crotch from behind and lick her from beneath, groaning again as I taste her tangy sweetness on my tongue.
She comes again as I squeeze her ass and tease her clit with my tongue, and then I raise my face, hold her slit open with my fingers, and drive my cock back into her from behind.
“Oh, God!” she howls as I enter her with such force that my hips slam against her rear cushion, my heavy balls swinging forward and slapping up against her underside. “Oh, God, Armand, I’m coming so hard I can’t even . . . I can’t even . . . oh, oh, oh!”
“I love you, Astrid,” I mutter as I watch my glistening cock slide out from between her perfect rear buns. I drive back into her, dragging my cockhead against the walls of her vagina as I say the words again like I mean them. “I love you.”
She turns her head halfway as I push all the way back into her, and I can tell she’s shocked by what I just said. We both know I can’t possibly mean that, but now it’s out there. I’ve said it. Words I’ve never said to any woman. Not one. Not a single one.
Astrid turns her head away from me and arches her back, spreading her thighs and bracing herself as I drive into her with everything I’ve got. Her strong hourglass shape is a vision of beauty laid out before me, her love handles perfectly sized for my meaty paws, her ass designed to take the power of my push. I wonder if she heard what I said, and even through my arousal I feel a strange vulnerability, like I’ve exposed myself to this woman, let her inside me even as I drive deep inside her! This woman could hurt me, I realize as that shock mounts even as my climax approaches, my balls begin to seize up in preparation to fill Astrid, fill her until she overflows. She could break me.
“Astrid,” I mutter as I get closer, closer to orgasm, closer to madness perhaps. “Astrid, listen, I . . .”
“I love you too,” she whispers, turning her head to the side again so I can see her pretty face in profile. “I love you too, Armand.”
And then she lowers her head again, looks down past her hanging boobs, and reaches one hand for my balls. She cups them delicately, massaging them gently, her motion somehow in rhythm with my furious thrusts. It feels like a perfect union. Her gentleness and my power. Her curves and my ridges.
Her womb and my seed.
The thought pierces me like a knife, and I seize up when I realize what’s about to happen, what I know is going to happen like I can see it written in the stars, in our future, in the book of life itself.
And then it all comes together. My past. My future. My woman. My destiny.
I ram back into her one last time as Astrid clutches my balls and holds me inside her. Then I roar and arch my neck back, feeling every muscle in my body go rigid as my climax hits with the force of a freight train blasting off the tracks. My cock flexes so hard inside her I can feel it push against her inner walls, and the first shot of my load is so explosive I almost pass out.
I know I’m shouting at the top of my lungs, but I can’t hear a fucking thing as I pour my semen into Astrid like I’ve been saving it my entire life for this moment. She’s screaming too, but all I hear is beautiful silence, the music of the universe, nothing but our heartbeats sounding out like drums in the night.
I come for what seems like hours, and then I clench my balls and deliver the last of my load, gi
ve her everything I have. A moment later I collapse on top of her, pressing her flat onto the floormat with my heavy body, hearing her groan and then sigh as I cover her like a blanket.
She’s mine, I think as I feel us breathe heavily, in perfect rhythm with each other. She’s mine. Now and forever. I’ll love her. Protect her. Kill for her. Fucking die for her. She’s mine, and I’m never letting go, no matter what comes in the way.
7
ASTRID
Oh, shit, he’s coming inside me, I think in panic as I feel Armand’s cock flex against my inner walls and then blast a volley of his semen so far up my vagina I swear I can taste it in my throat. I’m cupping his balls with my right hand, barely even realizing what I’m doing until I feel them seize up as they deliver massive volumes of semen through his spurting cock, filling me until I’m overflowing down my goddamn thighs!
But my pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing and releasing like it’s milking him, and I know that fleeting sense of panic was the last bit of the woman I used to be going up in smoke. I’ve barely had sex in my life, let alone unprotected sex, but here I am holding a tattooed man’s balls, my pussy milking him dry, my valley filled and overflowing with his seed!
A smile breaks on my face as I hear Armand shout like he can’t control himself, like he’s all animal, all beast, all power and fury. My body is throbbing from the pounding I’ve just taken, but it feels so damned good that I scream in delight. I’m still holding his balls, gently massaging them as he flails against my ass, pushing out load after load of his thick semen like he’s been saving it for me, just for me, only for me.
I know I’m coming, but I’ve been coming so hard and for so long that it just feels like a continuous orgasm, like my climaxes have all burst over the edge like a waterfall and are now flowing together like a mighty river, sweeping me along with it. I scream, but I can barely hear myself over the pounding blood between my temples, the frantic drumbeat of my heart, the rush of ecstasy in my body as I come again as Armand fills me until I overflow.
With a mighty roar he finishes, collapsing on top of me and pushing me down face-first onto the firm floor-mats which are sticky from our heat. His weight feels wonderful on me, and I sigh and groan as he smothers me like a blanket, his big body easily covering me, holding me, protecting me.
Claiming me.
His cock is still inside me as we lay there in silence, and I feel him still oozing into me. We are both hot and wet, sticky with each other’s natural oils, and I sigh again as I hear his heart beat against my back. It takes a moment for me to realize it, but then I notice that our hearts are beating in time, in perfect rhythm, absolute synchronicity. It’s probably just my mind playing tricks on me—perhaps my body playing tricks on me. But in the moment it feels like the perfect ending to what just happened.
“What just happened?” I whisper, turning my head as Armand kisses my cheek from behind and then slowly rolls off me. I turn on my side, and he cradles me in his big arms, looking deep into my eyes, his big jaw wide with a smile.
“We did,” he says without hesitation. “We just happened, Astrid.”
The sound of my name rolling off his tongue makes me shiver, and I burrow into him, marveling at how small I feel against his massive frame. I am not a small woman. I’ve never been a small woman. But with him I feel light as a feather, graceful as a butterfly, beautiful as a beach sunset.
“Armand,” I say slowly, realizing that this could be the first time I’m actually speaking his name out loud! Did I just sleep with a . . . a stranger?! “Is that Italian?”
“It’s marketing, is what it is,” he says with a chuckle. Then he raises an eyebrow and deepens his voice. “Belisimo, mon cheri!”
“That’s not a very good Italian accent,” I say with a snort. “You’d never make it in the mafia.”
His face darkens, his eyes clouding over, his jaw tightening as I almost kick myself for what I just said. But then a chill goes through me as I think back to those slick goons who’d visited Armand before I walked back through that door . . . walked back and spread my legs for him!
Now that panic comes back with a vengeance, and my heart almost stops as everything feels too much, just too goddamn much! OMG, I just slept with a man about whom I know nothing! He came inside me! What if I—
“I never did make it in the mafia,” Armand says, blinking and focusing on me. “I was always the outsider. The man in the shadows. It suited me well enough. Allowed me to get out clean.”
He pauses at the last word, and I blink as I look up at him. “Um, did you just tell me that you were in the mafia?” I say with a trembling breath, searching his face to see if he’s messing with me. “I was just kidding, you know.”
“You weren’t kidding,” he says quietly like he knows me. “And neither was I.”
I blink again, a shiver going through me as Armand cups my ass and pulls me close, nuzzling into my hair. His scent is strong—clean and masculine. I love it. I want to take in his smell with every breath. Forever.
“I killed for them,” he says after that pause, his voice wavering subtly, like it took deliberate effort for him to say that.
“Sorry, what?” I whisper, blinking as I wonder if I’m dreaming. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“You heard me just fine,” he says, his eyes narrowing to dark slits. But he doesn’t scare me. He couldn’t scare me. I feel safe with him. I shouldn’t feel safe with him—after all, he’s three times my size and just told me he’s a . . . a . . .
“You’re messing with me,” I say, shaking my head and forcing a smile. “Mafia hitman? Really? And now you’re the owner of Body by Armand? You in witness protection? Is the FBI watching us right now? Ohmygod, my big ass is going on record with the Federal Government?!”
Armand chuckles, placing both hands on my buttcheeks and squeezing tight. “I’ve got you covered. Your modesty is secure with me.”
“Modesty? Um, I don’t think I have any left!” I say, feeling my face go flush as I think back to the wildness of what we just did.
“Yes, you do. I know it took courage to walk back in here. You were scared out of your mind, but you did it anyway.”
“That’s stupidity, not courage,” I say, glancing down as I see the admiration in his eyes. “And certainly not modesty.” I blink and look past Armand’s shoulder. “Speaking of modesty though, where are my clothes. Oh, that’s right. They’re ripped to shreds. How the hell am I going to get home?!”
“You are home,” he says, still holding me, the seriousness in his voice making me swoon. But reality is knocking at the door somewhere in my head, and I swallow hard as I try to make sense of my life—my life which seems to have taken a very sharp left turn.
“So we’re going to live here, in a gym, naked on blue floormats?” I say, refusing to accept what he truly meant—that he was my home, my man, my forever.
Armand shrugs against me. “Where would you like to live, Astrid?”
I scrunch my face up and raise an eyebrow. “Costa Rica, perhaps?”
He snorts. “Costa Rica? Where did that come from?”
I chuckle, feeling my body relax again as I snuggle into him. “The girls were talking about it the other day.”
Armand frowns, a shadow passing across his face. “You have kids? How many?”
Wait, is he jealous? For some reason his possessiveness makes me feel warm inside, and I just shrug and look up like I’m counting. “Twenty-three,” I say.
Armand stares, cocking his head like now he’s counting! “Ohmygod, do you really believe I’ve popped out twenty-three kids in my lifetime!” I say with mock indignation. “I’m not that old! Or am I just so fat you assume I’ve popped out quadruplets every year?!”
Armand frowns and smacks me on the bottom, making me yelp from the sting of his open palm. “We don’t use the word fat in this place,”
he says sternly. “At least not in a negative sense. Fat is the body’s preferred fuel, you know. A healthy body would much rather use fat instead of sugar for energy.”
I bite my lip and raise an eyebrow. “Um, well, I like sugar too. Sorry.”
He grunts and kisses me hard on the lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth and swirling it around as I gasp. “That explains why you taste so sweet,” he says, pulling away and licking his lips.
I snort and shake my head, which is dizzy from the kiss. “It doesn’t explain why your jokes are so lame,” I retort.
“Careful,” he says, smacking me gently on the ass and then digging his fingers into my side. “You might hurt my feelings.”
“Oooh, a sensitive mafia hitman?” I say. “The complete package!”
Armand loses the smile, but his gaze holds steady. “I don’t have any regrets. I was a soldier. A soldier does his duty. Does what he’s been asked to do. What he’s been paid to do.”
I frown, that chill going through me again as I slowly start to believe him. I’m silent as I swallow hard, my breath catching as I slowly acknowledge that the chill running through my body is excitement, not fear. It’s a sense of thrill, not disgust!
I study Armand’s face, taking in every tiny scar on his high cheekbones, every line on his forehead, those wrinkles of experience around his devastatingly sincere eyes. I can tell he’s made a conscious choice to open up to me, to expose himself, to take the risk that I’ll call him a monster, scream and run away from him.
Why aren’t I screaming and running the hell away, I ask myself as I tenderly caress his rough stubble, look deep into his eyes. I know the answer, but I can’t admit it to myself. I’m not ready to admit it. I’m not ready to accept that I’m truly willing to accept this man for who he is—whatever he is. Ohmygod, am I one of those nutcase women who write love letters to serial killers in prison?!
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