Marshmallow - Chapter 2

Carter

@marshmallow: I’m honored. Can’t wait to meet you 😘

Is it wrong that a little kiss-face emoji is making me hard right now? It’s not the emoji itself, of course. It’s the woman on the other side of it. Marsha Foster, the most beautiful, sumptuous woman to grace god’s green earth. Long chestnut hair, soulful brown eyes, and full lips that she has a habit of pressing her teeth into. She has the body of a goddess and skin so smooth it looks like peaches and cream. The moment I saw her, I knew I had to make her mine. I’ve spent hours scrolling through her profile while imagining the feel of those sweet curves and soft skin. Does she taste as good as she looks? I’m desperate to know.

That’s why, when an author I’ve modeled for mentioned she was writing a book with a curvy heroine, I jumped at the chance to suggest myself and the delicious Marsha as her muses. She said yes almost immediately, and I swear my dick hasn’t calmed down since. I’m about to be in the same room as the woman of my dreams, and I plan to claim her as mine. No more quietly stalking her profile, I’ll have the real thing within my grasp. I’ll treat her so right, she’ll never want to leave.

Which is exactly what I want.

Marshmallow will be mine.