Pretend You’re Mine: A curvy girl romance

by Laurent, River

  Savannah gasped and her head shot up with the new sensations. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes enormous.

  “Relax, baby,” I soothed, as I pushed just inside of the ring of muscle and waited there.

  Her hole clenched and tightened around me, and her eyes grew hazy and lustful.

  "Good?" I breathed as I massaged her cheek in my palm. "I can stop..."

  "Don't you dare! I want to feel you in my ass."

  I shuddered at her response. If she never stopped saying words like that, I would be the happiest fucking camper for the rest of my life. My fingers worked over hers and I made sure she was whipped into a frenzy before I continued. By the time I pulled my fingers away from hers, they were drenched. I licked them clean. No point wasting Savvy juice.

  I poured a bit more oil then I pushed my way inside her again. Her ass opened up and she allowed me to push the first inch in before she pressed a hand against my hip and told me to wait. I did and held on until she was ready for me to keep going. Once I did, she pushed back against me.

  "Keep going," she breathed. "I want you to…make me yours."

  I lied. Those—those were the words I never wanted to stop hearing ever again. If she wanted me to claim her as my own, I'd damn well do it. Fuck that nonsense about it only being sex. I wanted Savannah in every way possible and I never wanted to let her go again.

  Savannah

  I always figured anal would be too painful. Whenever someone suggested it, I told them hell no and never took part. Also, I just didn’t want to give that privilege to them. Dane was different. From the moment I met him, he was special, I knew I wanted him to have everything.

  My mouth opened and a silent nothing came out as he started to push his thick cock into my ass. The more it spread the more a mix of painful pleasure washed over me. My eyes all but rolled back in my head, as I panted like I was in heat.

  Dane pushed my cheeks apart and pulled back before he thrust forward again. My back arched and I felt myself clench around him.

  His gruff voice reached my ears. "Play with yourself. Keep rubbing. Don't stop even for a second."

  "Okay, okay," I gasped. My fingers rubbed and massaged my clit. The wetness between my thighs only built. I felt so full so utterly possessed. I'd never had anything so good. He rocked forward more until I felt the last few inches of his cock being buried inside of me. That felt even more amazing. I squirmed underneath him until his hands pressed into my back to hold me still.

  “Comfortable?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “No pain?”

  All the pain was gone. “No.”

  “Good.”

  My body bucked and thrashed underneath his as he started to pick up speed and thrust that great big cock of his in and out of my body. My head flipped back and forth, as pleasure overwhelmed me and I realized how intense the sensation was. It only grew the more I softened and stretched around him until I realized there was nothing, but a pleasure so intense I couldn't even think straight.

  "Fuck," I shouted. "I love this."

  "Good," he said against my ear. "I want you to always enjoy everything I do to you."

  He had absolutely nothing to worry about there. Dane had a special place in my heart now. Even though it was supposed to be just sex, the fact that he held me so tightly meant more to me than sex. Even as I thought about it, his lips caressed my shoulder and the dip of my neck as he planted kisses on my body.

  Even as buzzed as both of us were, he never stopped being gentle with me. Even as rough as we both were, he always found a way to make sure everything I experienced was pure enjoyment. My heart ached for him at that moment, but I stuffed it down and chalked it up to how much alcohol I'd poured down my throat.

  Yes, Dane was a good lay. His cock was thick and long and I liked the way he made me orgasm, but that was it. As long as I reminded myself of that, I figured I'd be fine.

  My brain was snatched back to the present as he thrust deep and held himself there. My body pushed back against him as I gripped onto the satin comforter on the bed. Dane's big hand gripped my hip and he bucked inside of me as he growled his pleasure to the empty room.

  Dane could be a beast of a man when he wanted to be and I loved it. My head spun as he picked up the pace and started to fuck me the way he wanted to. I gazed over my shoulder and locked eyes with him. His face was contorted with pleasure and an intense emotion.

  "Don't stop," I said. "It's the best thing I've ever felt, Dane. You get to take my virginity twice."

  Every bit of expression drained out of his face as he stared at me slack-jawed. His breathing turned to a heavy pant and I knew I'd said the exact right thing to push him over the edge.

  That was fine with me. I was so close, I felt like I would die if I didn't get to come right away.

  Dane plowed into me as I rubbed my clit furiously. It felt swollen and super sensitive against the tips of my fingers. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in how good it felt to have Dane in my ass and my clit rubbed. Shivers raced up my spine as my stomach clenched. I knew I couldn't hold out for another moment.

  "Come for me," Dane growled against my ear.

  That was more than enough to push me over the edge. My body spasmed against his as I came so hard the edges of my vision went black. The breath was snatched out of my lungs and I cried his name and reared against his thick dick.

  My body had a reaction all on its own. He filled me with his hot cum, twitching and jerking inside me. Then he laid himself against me. Draped over my hot skin he kissed my back a hundred times. My name was on his lips as he said how much he loved it again and again.

  I could get used to this.

  Dane kissed me softly as we both tried to catch our breaths. Being held in his strong arms made it even better. He kissed along my spine before he sighed. "We didn't even get all of your clothes off."

  I laughed. "Whose fault was that?"

  "Yours! Don't look so fucking hot and I wouldn't have to fuck you like a mad man."

  "Oh, is that your excuse?"

  "That’s a reason, not an excuse."

  I shook my head at him. I couldn't help loving the fact that he thought I was so hot. My body pressed against his and I felt the warmth of his cum as it slipped out of my ass and coated my thighs. As much as I hated the fact that I was going to have to move, I was definitely going to have to clean up sooner rather than later.

  "Do you think anyone noticed we were gone?" I asked as he played with my hair between his fingertips.

  "Everyone's so fucked up. I wouldn't worry about it. Besides, even if they noticed, fuck them. It's not like it would have stopped me from dragging you up here."

  "Didn't I drag you?"

  "Ah, you have mistaken the symptom for the cause?"

  “And how does that work Doc Brando?”

  “Oh, I like it when you call me doctor. I start thinking of you in a short nurse’s outfit and stockings.”

  “Answer the question, please?”

  “I dragged you up here by pretending to be interested in the stripper. The rest is history.”

  We laughed as he nuzzled my skin. I loved how sweet Dane could be when he wanted to be. That little voice scratched at the back of my mind. Can I really leave this as just sex? As much as I wanted to say that I could, my heart ached for him in a way that it hadn't done in a very, very long time. There was something just so perfect about Dane and every time I thought about someone else having him, it drove me insane.

  It's just sex, Savannah… that voice in my head reminded me. I forced myself to remember this even as he kissed my cheek and sighed softly. The feeling of his breath as it caressed my skin made everything speed up once more. I wanted to feel his breath on me every single day. I wanted to wake up to the warmth of his fingers on my body and the tightness of his hold on me.

  Savannah

  "Are you sure you're okay in there?"

  I laughed from the bathroom as he asked for the second time. "Last time I chec
ked, I didn't need any help just getting cleaned up, okay?"

  "Last time I checked, you hadn’t done anal with anyone. Just wanting to make sure you're okay."

  “I’m fine,” I shouted back.

  "Fine, I'm going back downstairs and grab us another drink. See you down there in a few minutes?"

  "A few minutes?" I asked. "More like until I get all of you out of me," I said frustrated as I frowned. "You shot a lot of cum into me."

  "It's not my fault if you’re so hot!"

  "Get out!"

  He cackled and shut the door

  Alone, I shook my head. I should have known fucking around with Dane would result in some awkward moments. I had to take my time if I wanted to make sure everything was out of me and back to the way it was supposed to be. Next time, I wouldn't try new things if I weren’t safe at home, tucked into my own bed. The oil stains on the bed were embarrassing. Thank God, the manor felt more like a hotel and less like someone's house. At least, it might have made it feel a little less like I was a giant pervert.

  I utilized the shower to get cleaned up, avoiding my hair so that it would stay dry for the time being. Once I dried myself off with a spare towel, I tossed it down a chute and wiggled back into my black dress.

  I opened the bathroom door and peeked around until I was sure there was no one in the hall. Then I adjusted my heels and headed for the spiral staircase that would lead me back to the party below. I wanted to dance with Dane again before the night was over.

  "Hey there," a voice called, as I neared the stairs.

  Why did his face look so familiar? I gave an awkward little smile and wave before I tried to move around the guy. My mind was only focused on Dane and getting back to him.

  "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said as he stepped in front of me and blocked my path. "Come on, you can't say hi to me?"

  Obviously, he was one of the guests, but I had no idea who the hell he was. I kind of recognized the dark hair and smug look, but that was about it. "I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked.

  "You know me. We met by the pool yesterday. You were really into me before your boyfriend, or whatever tried to punch me in the face."

  It came back to me then. Him. Yes, his hair was different and he looked different with his clothes on. I hadn't given him a single thought since Dane had tried to cave his face in, and I had to be the one to pull him away before Dane ended up in jail. That didn't seem like a good idea and neither did talking to him now.

  "Yeah," I said. "My fiancé. And he wouldn't be happy about us talking now either. He's right downstairs, waiting for me, so if you'll excuse me."

  I tried to walk past, but he grabbed my arm. His grip tightened as he yanked me toward him. Smiling, he leered at me. The way his words slurred and his body swayed told me that he was drunk as a skunk.

  "Not so fast!" He laughed. "I wanted to get some alone time with you. I saw the way you eyed me yesterday. I know you're into me. We don't have to tell your fiancé."

  "Let go of my arm, you weirdo, or I’m going to scream."

  "The name is Matt, not weirdo," he drawled near my ear.

  I gagged as the boozy smell of his breath wafted up my nose. It was horrible and I wanted to get the hell away from him, but his glazed, mean eyes made me realize that I had to be careful. Something was off. It was more than his rank breath or his stupidity. This would not turn out pleasant if I did. I should humor him and get away as soon as possible.

  I wished Dane would come right back and sock him in his stupid face, but I'd told him that it would take a little while for me to get cleaned up too. I plastered a smile on my lips. "Great, Matt. Well this conversation was fun but I'm going to have to cut it short," I said, yanking myself out of his tight grasp. "I have to go."

  "Don't worry, sugar I'm not going to hurt you."

  At that moment, I forgot to be nice, and saw red. "Don't fucking call me sugar,” I snapped. “Only one man is entitled to call me that and it ain't you."

  "Frigid little bitch when you want to be, aren't you?" he taunted. "You acted like you wanted me before but now you're trying to act all different? That's bullshit."

  "I didn't want you then and I don't want you now!"

  "Shut up."

  I tried to scream, but he slapped a hand over my mouth. My voice wouldn't come free from the thick, sweaty hand that was slapped over my mouth. I clawed at his hand, but he was a big son of a bitch and I couldn't get away from him. I kicked and struggled as he dragged me down the hall a short distance and shoved me into a closet. When he closed the door, we were plunged into darkness. I tried to press my back up against the far wall to get away from him, but he wouldn’t let go of me.

  "Don't run away." He laughed as he reached up and yanked a cord above our heads.

  The light nearly blinded me after the dark and I tried to shove myself back even more.

  "We haven't even gotten started, sugar."

  Every alarm bell in my body was ringing. I knew I had to fight or this creep would rape me in this closet.

  "Hold still," he growled. "I saw the way you eye fucked me, slut. Don't think I missed it. Well, you picked the wrong guy to cock tease. I'm going to show you what happens when you tease people like me."

  "I wasn't even looking at you," I grunted from behind his palm.

  "No reason to be ashamed that you’re a little slut." He snickered. "All those secret looks you gave me whenever your fiancé turned his head. I'm not stupid. I know exactly what the fuck you want. It's this, right?" He asked as he grabbed his dick through his jeans. "I'll give it to you sugar.” Then he yanked me around and slammed my chest into the wall.

  Pain flared as I knocked against it, but that was his biggest mistake. Without his hand on my mouth, I screamed at the top of my lungs while I thrashed in his arms as he tried to keep me pressed into that one spot.

  Matt's hand pushed up my dress. I felt his fingers as they scraped my inner thigh and the hard line of his dick as it pressed against my ass. Panic fueled me as I picked up my fighting with renewed vigor. My heel shot back and he grunted and then whimpered as he let me go. When I turned around, I realized I'd kicked him in the shin with my high heel.

  "I'll kill you for that, you little bitch!" he roared.

  The door was yanked open.

  I jumped and looked up at Dane.

  He stared for a split second. His eyes were almost black with fury. He looked like he could commit murder.

  I was almost afraid of him.

  "Come here, Savannah," he growled.

  I stumbled out of the closet as fast as I could. He gripped my arms and looked me over before he nodded and put me out of the way.

  "I'll take care of you in one minute," he said. Then he stepped into the confined space that I was just in.

  "Hold on man," the guy said as he held up a hand as if to defend himself. Not such a big hero, after all, it turned out. "It's not my fault. She came on to me."

  Dane didn’t even bother to answer him. He balled up his fist and smashed it into the coward’s face. The stunned expression as he wheeled back and hit the back wall was priceless, but Dane wasn't done. He slammed into the asshole again. As he slid down towards the floor, he pulled him up and hit him again. Over and over until Matt’s face looked like a bloody pulp.

  I got worried when I saw him spit blood on the carpet, but Dane didn’t even hear my cries. He was so focused on beating the guy up.

  "Robert!" I called as I spotted him coming up the stairs. "Help me. Stop Dane!"

  Robert saw what was going on and stepped in just in time to keep the guy from being murdered. "You’re a fool, Matt. If I were you, I’d go get some help with your drinking problem. You are uninvited to the fucking wedding. And don't bother coming back to work afterward either. I don't need some aggressive asshole around me. Now fuck off!"

  As if by magic, Security showed up to throw him out.

  Dane wrapped me in his arms and pulled me flush against his body as the asshole got carted off the property.
Dane turned to me and brushed the hair from my face. “I’m sorry, you had to go through that,” he whispered.

  The adrenaline had finally started to wear off and the emotion of the experience flooded into me. My bottom lip trembled. "Can we get out of here?"

  Dane flexed his hand and nodded. "Of course, we can. Let's go."

  Robert touched my arm lightly. "I'm so sorry. If I knew what that asshole was all about, I wouldn't have invited him here at all."

  "It's okay," I said in a shaky voice. "You didn’t know." I shrugged. "It's over. I just want to go somewhere and sleep for a while."

  "Probably for the best." He nodded. "Goodnight you two."

  As we walked away from the Manor, I shivered. The night wasn't that cold, but it still felt as if ice had settled into my bones and threatened to break them into little pieces. I needed to get the hell out of there. On the way back, we had to stop by some trees because I had to vomit. I thought I would vomit my guts out.

  Dane just held on to me while I was sick.

  We arrived back at the cottage and I quickly stripped out of my clothes. I couldn't stand being in them anymore. Naked, I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and turned on the shower until steam billowed and filled the space.

  Dane had followed me. "Can I do anything for you?" he asked.

  "I could use a towel," I said as I stepped into the water and washed the asshole’s hands and the smell of booze off of my flesh.

  "I'll get it for you." Dane disappeared.

  I let the tears come. I showered and cleaned myself up until I didn't feel completely disgusted. Finally, I stepped out and Dane stood there with the towel in his outstretched arms waiting for me to step into it. My eyes watered as I walked into his waiting arms.

  "There we go, sweetness," he whispered as he pulled me against his body and held me tightly. "Are you okay?"

  I shook my head. "No," I choked out. “I’m not okay."