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I know she’d still held out hope of us getting back together, but by then, I already knew that marrying her in the first place would’ve been a mistake. I’d only been interested in marrying her because my mom thought a virgin bride was perfect for her only son, and our families had pushed the narrative to a sixteen-year-old boy with pussy on the brain.

I’d bought into the whole idea before I was old enough to know what true love was, had been enamored of her beauty, and though I never saw her as tainted goods or any of the other bullshit people had to say about her back then, in the end, I still let her down. So, with that guilt still ever-present, I’d taken Madeline in after the call from the social worker, who was sure to fill me in on just where she’d end up if I didn’t take her in.

She stirred beside me, dragging me back to the present, and I couldn’t resist reaching out to cup her cheek. She sighed and turned into my cheek before stretching awake. I saw the flinch on her face when muscles and tissue never used pulled. The sheet dropped down below her waist and got caught on her round hip, exposing the tiny diamond and sapphire butterfly dangling from her belly button.

It’s things like that that keep me transfixed on her. On the outside, Madeline is peaches and cream, the kind of woman you’d expect to see in the dining room of some five-star hotel having afternoon tea on a Saturday and another on Sundays for brunch.

The clothing she wears does much to hide her splendid curves and the fact that she had a rack on her that defies gravity and everything else in between. Plump, that’s how I’ve come to think of her breasts. She’d gone to all the trouble to hide it all beneath Chanel suits and Princess Di clothing.

Now my eyes watched the butterfly as it swayed ever so gently against the slight swell of her tummy while she settled. I flung the sheet the rest of the way off and slid down on the bed in front of her inhaling her scent. She was honeydew fresh from the bath I’d given her earlier to ease the sting between her thighs.

And when I stuck my tongue out to lick her clit, all I tasted was her. She moved fully onto her back, still asleep, spreading her legs open wide for my attention. I spread her pussy open, my fingers playing in the light as fuzz hair that covered her mound until you got to the center near her clit and slit where the hair was a little bit darker and with a little curl to it.

I have to remember to tell her never to shave or wax it off entirely. Hers was the first pussy I’d seen with hair on it, outside of a TV screen, and I’m fascinated by it. I let my thumb play in it now as I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue, pressing my palm down firmly on her mound for added stimulation. There are a whole lot of nerve endings right there just above her clit.

I licked and teased until her clit came out of hiding, then sucked it between my lips, lashing it with my tongue until she creamed. Only then did I dip my tongue inside for some of her sweet nectar. That brought her fully awake, and instinctively she reached down to grab my hair, pulling me closer to her scented heat.

Has a pussy ever tasted so good? I doubt it, none that I’ve had anyway, and I sincerely don’t see how it’s possible. She has a taste that rushes through me, one that I’ve been trying in vain since the night before to place but couldn’t. Now I just enjoyed it as she moved against my mouth fucking herself on my tongue as her pussy juiced and ran down my chin.

The feel of her soft, plump thigh against my ears sent a tingling shiver down to my balls. Her softness is something else I’m not accustomed to in a woman. I usually go for the supermodel look, with razor-sharp hipbones and an ass that looks good in clothes you’d see on any runway but nowhere else.

Madeline’s ass fills out a pair of jeans like no one else, and fuck if she doesn’t look as good in them as she does naked. I eased my finger inside her just enough to get it wet, then stealthily snuck it into her ass. She’d pouted and whined a little while ago when I took her ass for only the second time.

She’s not used to it yet but knows it’s one of the prerequisites for being my woman, now wife. I like a nice tight ass just as well as a pussy of the same caliber. Speaking of tight pussies, I didn’t study anatomy in school, so I might be talking out my ass. But after taking her virginity the night before, I’ve got it in my head that plus-size women are hiding something.


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