Page 33 of CurVy Forever

Can’t wait. I stand and lift her again before sitting in front of the piano and placing her on my lap.

Quickly before I can think, I shove her knickers aside and expose her pretty, wet pussy lips. They drip from my saliva and her arousal. She lays her back on the edge of the keys, and I’m on fire.

I rip my cock out and shove into her, bashing a yelp from her. “That’s it. Fuck. This is what you get for pushing me.”

Relentless, I bounce her on my lap, impaling her in front of the piano. Making a point. Proving something.

“You like that, yeah?” I sweep her hair from her neck and lick her slick skin, tasting salt from her sweat. “You like being fucked by me. Being full of my angry cock.” My voice is rough. “You like the scars rubbing inside your pussy. Ribbing just for you. How many can you feel? Each cut? Each angry reminder? Do you like to feel the gashes of my insanity deep inside you?”

I grip her hips and work her body on me. Heat buzzes through my balls. All of me is tight. Angry. Sad. Unsure. I fuck it all into her. All the feelings.

“I love you.” Her words clash like cymbals, her heavy breaths create rhythm, and the offbeat panging of keys build, a crescendo of sounds between my ears. “I love you just the way you are, Tyler Vaughn.”

She loves me… She loves me, she loves me, she loves me.

In the throes of pleasure, I reach out one shaky hand, and without looking, I stroke two keys to the side of her, back and forth. Back and forth. Fuck.

It’s the most intense sensation of my life, feeling her, fingering the ivories, listening to them hum and beg for my touch, for my play, to be owned.

They wait to be pressed.

By me…

They wait while I fuck her. My Vallie Baby milks my cock, moaning and jiggling, bouncing on me, while I become acquainted with these two keys.

They wait for me.

My balls draw up tight, filling, pressure like I’ve never felt before hitting my forehead and chest.

I can’t stop myself.

I push down on those flirty bitches, they play, and I jolt as pleasure bursts through my cock, powerful, growing, the echoes of that note ringing in my ears.

And I come into my girl’s tight pussy as a suspended sound moves around us. It hurts. It’s beautiful. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

“Vallie.” I groan, burying my head in her hair. “Vallie, Vallie, Vallie.” I start to sob softly, my cock still pulsing inside her, still spurting hotly and deep. “I’m sorry.”

Her adoring hands move up my spine to the back of my head, fingers feed through my hair, and nails gently grate my scalp. “Tyler. You did so good, baby. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

CHAPTER 14

DONNIE

Tobacco, citrus, and the signature scent of yeast clings to the walls of the old tavern.

At the bar, I watch Vallie’s most recent TikTok on my phone, one with her cage and my bedroom as the backdrop.

A message for me, Pup?

Missing me already?

Obviously, it’s a great prop for her to use. She doesn’t focus on it in the video, but the comments from her followers go crazy with questions and hollering. My girl is very good at subliminal hooks.

I kill the display on the image of her, my mind made up. Across the dimly lit bar from me, Oliver tries not to groan as Veronica gets him hard again under the table.

It’s the fourth time…

She’s been playing with his dick for hours while they flirt. It’s the first time he’s been in public since the incident. He’s already up to no good.