Fancy Curves (Clearwater Curves Book 2) Page 4

  I pretend to think about it, because I don’t want to seem crazy.

  “I’d really like that.”

  His lips meet mine and I am instantly wet. I can see the huge outline of his cock through his basketball shorts.

  “Can I try something?” I ask. I am dying to have his cock in mouth.

  “Of course, baby.” He says. His excitement is evident.

  I get off the couch and slide to my knees in front of him. He automatically spreads his legs wider. I reach into his shorts and pull his cock out. This is the first time I am seeing it. It’s huge, probably ten inches. I don’t know how it fit inside me. I feel a downward tug in my core. Fuck. I want him inside me again. I tentatively flick my tongue out and lick the bead of precum off the tip. I moan and take more of him into my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair, but he doesn’t make me move. After a few minutes, I am squirming, and he groans with a gentle tug on his balls.

  “Is it good?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

  “Yeah, baby. It’s so fucking sexy.”

  “Take these off.” I say gesturing to his shorts.

  “Are you the boss now, baby?”

  “Yes. Lose them.” I say, and he takes them off. I pull my shirt off. I am not wearing a bra. He reaches down and pulls on my nipples. They are so sensitive, I moan. I then alternate sucking his cock and letting him fuck my tits.

  “Jesus Fancy. I am going to cum. I am going to paint your tits.”

  “Do it.” I pant, and he does. There is a massive amount of cum on my tits and my chin. I make a show of licking my lips and he rubs some into my skin. His cock is still hard.

  “Let me take you to bed, so I can fuck you.”

  “Already?” I ask.

  “Fuck yes. Get that beautiful ass in our bed.” He growls at me. I smile and do what I am told.

  “How do you want me?” I boldly ask him.

  “Get on your knees and let me see that ass.”

  “Fuck. Yes. Babe.” I say as I get on my knees.

  “Look at that pretty, wet, and swollen pussy. Is all that for me?” I shiver with his words.

  “Yes, Clark. Please I need you.”

  “You don’t have to beg me baby. I will give you what you need.” He says as he climbs into the bed behind me. He sinks into me in one quick stroke and I can’t help shouting out. His room is on the opposite side of the house from Eliza and I don’t have to worry about her hearing us.

  “Fuck. Clark. Give it to me.” I keen as slams in and out of me.

  “I am going to take this ass one day. Will you let me, Fancy?”

  Shit. He is trying to kill me with his foul words.

  “Yes. It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

  “Damn right, baby. All fucking mine. Rub your clit. I want to feel your fingers while I am fucking into you.” I do as he says, and I come instantly.

  “I love you. I love you. I love you. I am dying. Please don’t stop fucking me.” I am shouting nonsense as I come.

  A few thrusts later, I feel the warmth of his release splashing inside of me. I collapse on his bed and he fell to the side of me.

  “We should discuss something important.” He says.

  I pry my eyes open and turn to face him.“What?” I ask.

  “Did you mean what you said?”

  Fuck, what did I say?

  “Do you love me?” He asks, and I pause.

  “Yes.” I answer honestly. He closes his eyes and rubs his hand over his heart. I have seen him do this several times today.

  “Say it.” He says causing me to smile.

  “I love you.” I say as I kiss him lightly.

  “I love you too, baby.” He says as he gives me a soul-searing kiss.

  Damn.

  “Now about that important discussion?” I ask.

  “Yes?”

  “What side of the bed do you sleep on?”

  “This side closest to the door. You?”

  “The left.”

  “Aren’t we just made for each other?” He says laughing.

  “Yeah, we really are.” I reply.

  We switch sides after I put my pajamas back on in case Eliza needs something in the night. When I lay back down, he is already under the covers.

  “Can I get my goodnight kiss?” He asks. I give him a lingering kiss.

  How can he be more adorable? I am so happy right now, but I can’t help feeling an impending sense of doom. I snuggle up to him and try to sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Clark

  I am going to marry this woman. I already know this, but Fancy’s obvious love for Eliza makes my decision that much easier. Being with her is unlike anything I've ever experienced. When I was playing ball women only wanted me for what I could do for them. It had nothing to do with me. It wasn't even about sex. Fancy is a breath of fresh air, in more ways than one. Even Katya used me as a stepping stone to her fame. I hate to think I was incapable of recognizing the signs, but it is what it is.

  She is currently tucked into my side, slightly snoring. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I have been trying to sleep, but it just isn’t happening. Sliding out of bed, I am careful not to wake her. I pull on my basketball shorts before leaving the room.

  On Thursday, I asked my mother to come into town to meet Fancy. She picks up Eliza this morning, which is why I am up this early. She is bringing her back tonight and we’ll go out to dinner.

  In my office, I head straight for my wall safe. Once opened, I pull out one of my most prized possessions. My grandmother's engagement ring. It is a midcentury teardrop diamond set in gold. I never imagined giving this ring to anyone, but now I am I glad to have it close by and I am getting antsy. It’s taking everything in me not to wake her up right now and demand than she be mine, forever.

  Fuck it. Stalking back to the bedroom, I see that the blankets are not covering her anymore. My cock immediately responds to the sight of her beautiful body. Jesus, I am a lucky man. Setting the ring on my nightstand, I look back at her. She is all pale skin, dark hair, pink nipples, and pink pussy.

  She is laying on her back with her legs spread. Her tight, pink pussy is just visible under her neatly trimmed blonde landing stip. For the first time, I realize her hair must be dyed. I slide my shorts down and kick them away. I palm my hard cock and stroke it while I stare at her. That doesn’t do anything for me anymore. Since I have been inside her sweet cunt, nothing else will do.

  Taking this moment, I learn her tattoos. On her left arm is a full sleeve of a curvy pinup girl, dressed in a bathing suit with little anchors on it. The face of the girl on her arm looks a lot like her. On her right arm is a sleeve of hibiscus flowers, complete with a pineapple and coconuts. She must like coconuts, because she always smells like them. She has a row of what looks like twinkling stars down her sexy thigh. I want to trace them with my tongue, but I don’t. The first two times I had her, I lacked finesse and I didn’t take the time to explore her. The time she deserves. I should have made her first time more special. Since I can’t go back in time and make it right, I will make it up to her forever. Licking my lips, I reach my hand towards her ample thighs.

  Since they are already open for my pleasure, I lean down and lick her from clit to opening. Her flavor explodes on my tongue. It’s sensual and musky. I will never get enough of it. I am full-blown eating her pussy before she wakes up. When she does, I can tell that it takes her a minute to realize what’s going on, but when she does, she is into it.

  Her hands grip my hair and pull hard. Her nails dig into my scalp. She pants my name as she grinds her pussy farther into my face. My fingers grip her thighs tightly. I’d be surprised if there weren’t bruises.

  “Come on baby. Give me that come. Are you going to scream for me?” I continue eating her pretty pussy until I feel her thighs tighten. When I slide two fingers inside her pussy, she does scream for me.

  “Fuck, Clark. I love the way you play with my pussy. My legs are still shaking.” She says, smil
ing.

  “That was nothing, baby. I need you round with my baby. You’ve got me so fucking hard. Tell me you want that.” I say as I line my cock up and slam into her. Her moan is the hottest thing I have heard. Her little swollen pussy is gripping my cock like a vice grip. “Tell me.” I say.

  She looks up at me with her sultry blue eyes. She nods. “Yeah baby?” I ask just to be sure.

  “Yes, Clark. I want that. I have never wanted anything more than to be the mother of your children.”

  “Fuck, Fancy. I will keep you full of come.”

  “You should start now. I need you.”

  “I love you, Fancy. I am going to give you everything.”

  “I. Love. You. Too.” She finally manages to say through the brutal thrusts of my cock I am giving her.

  I fuck her until I can feel her pussy flutter around my cock. I unleash a torrent of come inside, which causes her to come again.

  “Shit. Clark. That was intense.”

  “Is that a good or bad thing?” I ask, chuckling.

  “So, so good.”

  “You really want to be the mother of my children?” I am still inside her and pull out her heat slowly.

  “Fuck yes.” She says. “You’ve already got a great one, so I know any more will be just as amazing.”

  “I love you, baby. I know I’ve said this a few times, but I don’t want to waste any more time. I know that this feels like this on fast forward, but I don’t give a fuck. Will you marry me? I need you to be mine before someone else snaps you up.”

  When she just laughs, I don’t know what to do, so I just stare at her.

  “I am not laughing at your proposal. I am laughing that you think someone would snap me up. I am having a hard time believing you want me.”

  This again? “I thought we talked about this, baby.” I say.

  “We did, Clark. But trust me when I say that it is hard to undo years of thinking in three days.”

  “It’s been longer than that for me. But you are right, and I apologize. Do you need more time? I can do that. Is a day long enough?” Even that is pushing it.

  “No. I don’t need time. I do love you. I know now that I always have. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

  “Yeah?” I ask. When she nods, I smile and reach over to my nightstand and grab the ring.

  “You already have the ring? This wasn’t impromptu?”

  I open the box and show it to her. “It was my grandmother’s. I know she would have liked you.” I take the ring out of the box and slide it on her finger.

  “You have made me so happy.”

  This is the happiest I have been in years and it’s all because of her.

  Chapter Nine

  Fancy

  I have been engaged for a whole month and I am no closer to setting a wedding date. It’s not that I don’t want to be his wife, believe me I really do. It’s our mothers. It is interestingly that both women are named Patricia and they have been driving me batty. They have the same eighties lady style that I don’t have. I have no desire to wear a lace tablecloth for a wedding dress because it covers more. I am at my wits end.

  Patty has moved back here from London with her much younger husband. They seem happy. Jeremy is a nice guy and obviously in love with Patty. It is all you can ask for.

  Eliza and I have gotten closer over the last month. Katya has only called a few times and when she did it was only for a few minutes. I tried to make it up to Eliza, but she says it doesn’t bother her, but how could it not?

  Clark is amazing. Since we finally got together we haven’t spent the night apart. I think it would be too hard to even try at this point. It is amazing how addicted I have become to him in such a short amount of time. Every day I love him more and more.

  When I go to do some shopping today, while I am there I get a home pregnancy test. Clark is at a contract signing, so it’s the perfect time to take it. He said he’d be home for dinner, so I don't’ have much time as it is already six. Dinner is almost ready, so I take the test. I’ve never missed a period and I am almost two weeks late. I wait the required three minutes and I am so fucking happy when I see the little plus sign. Eliza is going to be an awesome big sister and Clark is already a fantastic daddy.

  Finishing up in the bathroom, I wash my hands and head back out to the kitchen to add carrots and potatoes to the crock pot. Once that is done, the doorbell rings.

  When I answer it, I am surprised to see Katya standing there.

  “Hello Katya. Come in please.” I say plastering on a smile.

  “Eliza isn’t here. She is out with her grandmothers.”

  “My mother is dead. She only has one grandmother.”

  “Okay, her grandmother and her soon to be step-grandmother.”

  “Are you Fancy?” She asks, and I lead her to the kitchen. I have rolls in the oven and I don’t want them to burn.

  “I am. We met the morning you dropped Eliza off.” I reply.

  “I don’t know how I could possibly be expected to remember the help.” I guess at the time I was technically Clark’s PA, but “the help” makes me feel like shit.

  “Of course. Eliza says you’ve been so busy on set.”

  “I don’t know how she would know that. I’ve barely gotten a word in edgewise because it’s Fancy this and Fancy that. I just had to come and see for myself the woman who edged herself into my family and stole my man.”

  “I’m sorry. I have no idea what you are talking about, Katya.”

  “I have put ten years in with that man. I had that baby. Ruined my body for him and he should have married me. I should be wearing the ring of that dead old bitch who hated me. Not you.” I look down at the beautiful ring, fighting a surge of jealousy that this bitch knew him first. I am at a loss for words.

  “Um.” I begin but she doesn't let me speak.

  “I expected a hotter younger version of me. That, I could handle. But this is so much worse. I can’t figure out why he’d be with someone like you. Are you rich?”

  “Like me?” I ask, taking the rolls out of the oven and placing them on top of the stove. When I turn back around to the counter she has her arms crossed over her chest.

  “You know, all fat and disgusting. Eating carbs.” She says gesturing to the tray.

  “What the fuck?” I ask. Where the fuck is she going with this shit?

  “I am not going to let him go.” She replies.

  “I don’t mean to be a bitch, but since you are being one I’ll risk it. You and Clark had a one-night stand, ten years ago. Ten years. Not yesterday. I am pretty sure he isn’t interested.”

  “That isn’t what he said last night. He fucked me really good and said he could do more with my little body. It was like no time had passed. That little mole on his thigh is hot as fuck. That wasn’t there before.” Is she delusional or something? Even if he wasn’t balls deep inside me for most of last night, or literally laying on top of me for the rest of it; I would have no reason to believe that he would ever cheat on me. Besides the fact that he doesn’t have a mole on his thigh.

  “I think you should leave now.” I say, my voice cold. I can almost visibly see her anger ratchet up a notch. I am not sure what she wanted me to say to that, but I wasn’t taking the bait.

  “Not without my daughter. If I withhold her from him, he’ll come around. He’ll learnt that the only way he’ll ever see her again is if he is with me.”

  “Are you in love with him or something?” I ask. I don’t know why I ask thought.

  “What? No. I schemed and plotted my way to meeting him. Once I did, he didn’t want me. I did the only thing I could do. I drugged him, and I got what I needed. Every time there is an article online or a picture on social media about us, I get offered a part. I don’t necessarily want him, but I need him again. So, I think I will just wait here until my daughter gets here.”

  “I’d rather you didn’t. I’ll have Eliza call you when she gets back.”

  “You can’t stop me fr
om seeing her. I am her mother, not you.” Don’t I know it.

  “Of course not, but as she isn’t here you can go.” I say, as I point to the door.

  “You are kicking me out? This isn’t even your house.”

  “I live here. Get out.” I have lost all civility and I know my tone is hostile.

  “When will my daughter be back?” I notice she never says her name. God, she doesn’t deserve Eliza.

  “I have no idea. They went shopping and love to spoil her.” I say.

  “Great. That is just what she needs, more attitude.”

  “You know I have had enough of this. She is a wonderful girl.”

  “Don’t tell me about my daughter.”

  I have pretty much been pissed since she opened her mouth, but now I am getting angry. I walk over to the front door and open it. When she picks up the carving knife I have out on the counter, I start to panic. It’s not just me I have to think about.

  “What are you going to do with that?” I ask. I feel the dread and anxiety as it settles over me.

  “It’s simple Fat Fancy. I am going to kill you, then come in and sweep up the pieces your tragic death has left behind. My daughter will need me once again and Clark will help me take off.”

  “You might want to be able to say your daughter’s name.” I cannot help goading her.

  I am not prepared for Katya launching herself straight at me with the knife at the ready. We struggle for the knife, but in the end, she manages to stab me several times. I hear the knife clack down to the ground next to me and the front door open then slam closed. As I lay on the cold tile, I look up at the ceiling.

  I don’t think she got me anywhere vital, but I must be in shock because the last thing I remember is thinking the ceiling needs to be repainted.

  Chapter Ten

  Clark

  On my way home from my meeting, I decide to stop at this little florist I see on Kennedy Boulevard. I know, my Fancy loves hibiscus flowers. I am not even sure if florists carry those all time, but I give it a shot. Apparently, hibiscus are attached to bushes and are not treated like roses or daisies. I contact my landscaping company and ask them to put several in my yard.