That Ass Is Mine (Curvy Women Wanted Book 26) by Sam Crescent (the beach read .txt) 📕

She whimpered as his hand went to her hip and held her in an almost bruising grip.

“He wasn’t wrong, Talia. I do look at you like I want to eat you. I can’t teach you about sex, but I can show you how to fuck. That’s all I can offer you. I don’t do roses or charm, or sweet romance. When I fuck you, it’s going to hurt, but I promise you, you’re going to love every single second of it after I pop that sweet cherry of yours.” He flicked his tongue against her pulse before biting down. “Now tell me, is that what you want?”

She was already dripping wet, and so long as it was with him, she’d do just about anything.

Chapter Two

Two days later

Talia stayed perfectly still at his side as he drove his truck down toward his home. He never slept where he worked. After closing up the club, he’d brought his truck to take Talia home with him.

Sarge had made sure to pay Danny a visit so the man knew to keep out of his business. He had no right telling Talia what he wanted, and next time, he was determined not to let his feelings show.

The way he’d learned to survive all these years was to keep shit to himself, so the fact others were seeing what he wanted, he didn’t like that at all.

He lived about a twenty-minute drive from the club just on the outskirts of the city. When he bought it close to seven years ago, it had been rundown. The price had been a steal because of how much work it needed. With the money he had, he invested in his club, repaired his home, and well, the rest is history.

Turning off the ignition, he made no move to get out. “Talia, I have no intention of hurting you. I won’t be teased or taken for a ride. You tell me to stop, I stop. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“And keep your insecurities at the door. My word is law inside that house. Understand?” he asked.

“Yes, I get it.”

“Good.”

He climbed out of the truck, grabbed her bag from the backseat, and made his way toward the front of the house. He kept a light on for his dog, Russ, who came to him the moment he opened the door.

“Hello, boy, how are you doing, buddy?” He knelt down, giving his dog a stroke.

The moment Russ saw Talia, he went straight to her, turning to give her access to stroke him.

“He’s my fierce guard dog,” he said.

Talia giggled, leaning down to stroke his belly. “Are you his fierce guard dog? You’re so cute. So very, very cute.” She blew kisses at him.

“All right, that’s enough. I don’t want you spoiling him. He won’t want to stay here alone.” He snapped his fingers and Russ got up, heading toward one of his many bed areas. Sarge had always been a sucker for a dog. Russ had been a stray he’d taken in, gotten him checked over by the vet, and finally adopted.

Dropping Talia’s bag in the sitting room, he turned to look at her. Her gaze moved around the room, clearly taking everything in. He smiled. Her attempt to seduce him was cute. Danny had tried to reassure him that the reason he spoke out of turn was that he noticed how they looked at one another. Well, with Talia wanting him to teach her about sex, he was more than happy to oblige, but she was only going to know how he liked it.

“Strip,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Take off all your clothes. I want you completely naked.”

She glanced down at her body. “Where’s a bathroom?”

“I didn’t offer you a place to strip. I want to see the show.”

“I’m not auditioning.”

“Baby, you’re auditioning for the role to play on my cock. Are you going to give me what I want, or are you going to keep on playing coy? I can do this all day long.” He sat down, resting the heel of one foot on his knee, waiting.

She licked her lips, and finally, after a few seconds of hesitation, slowly started to remove her clothes.

He’d never hire her to strip in his club. Her movements were jerky and there was no fluidity to her strip. Besides, he didn’t want anyone else to see what only he wanted, all to himself.

Once she stepped out of her jeans, he had to move to adjust himself. Every single part of her was all woman. Thick, juicy thighs. She turned, and this time, he groaned. The panties molded to her perfect ass, and it made him ache for more of her.

Touching himself, he continued to watch her, enjoying the view. When she got to her bra and panties, she covered herself with her arms, or at least attempted to as best she could.

“Take everything off and don’t you ever fucking dare try to cover yourself in my company.”

“Sarge?”

He heard the quiver in her voice and it cut him to his fucking soul. Getting to his feet, he closed the distance between them, took hold of her hand, and placed it right over his cock. “You feel that?” he asked.

Her eyes went a little wide.

“Yeah, you feel that. I’m so fucking hard for you right now I can’t even think straight. Do as I tell you, or I will have no choice but to spank this fuckable ass.” For good measure, he reached behind her and squeezed the cheeks so she knew he meant business, which he did. “Now, get naked and no hiding.”

He stepped back and worked on the buckle of his belt, opening it up.

Keeping his gaze on her, he waited to see if she’d follow