5 Story Boxed Set: The Curves Love at First Sight Collection (BBW Love at First Sight Erotic Romance: Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys) (4 page)

Sarah moaned as his mouth pressed hard against hers. She felt his tongue dance across her lips and opened her mouth too him. His kiss was hard and urgent as he pulled her to him, pressing their bodies together.

A warm tingle rushed over her skin and between her thighs as Michael pressed his massive manhood against her. He was swollen and huge and felt incredible pressed against her thighs.

Sarah opened her eyes. The hot water that ran through her hair dripped down over her face. The steam from their bodies seeped up between them. She looked up at him, and for the second time today, they were entranced in each other’s stare.

His hands continued to explore her body as his gaze slipped down her naked form. Slowly, he explored her full breasts, as he leaned in to kiss her neck softly.

“I think I want to play,” he teased between kisses.

Reaching down, she took his plump shaft in her hand and stroked it. Rubbing the tender skin of his head, she teased his tip with her fingers. Making her way down his long shaft, she gripped his huge shaft in her palm and glided her hand along its length. Every inch of him was solid and ready for her.

“Then game on,” she finally managed to say, teasing him gently.

The feel of his thick member in her fingers made her want more. Stealing one last passionate kiss, she let her kisses move slowly down his body, following the droplets of water as they crawled down his skin. His body was warm and wet. She lapped up the tiny rivers as they guided her southward to the firm planes of his chiseled abs. Showering him with kisses, she continued south an inch at a time.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, almost to herself.

Moving even further down, her hands made their way to his thighs, her hands gliding along the hard muscle as her kisses followed the deep V of his pelvis. Finally, she reached his throbbing shaft, and without waiting, she licked the tip experimentally.

“Oh yes,” he moaned.

Teasing him a bit more with her tongue, she licked the head just a bit, making small circles that made him moan. He leaned against the wall, and she took the tip in her mouth, sucking him softly and then letting him slip from her pursed lips.

“Mmm,” she moaned, as she sucked him a bit deeper and then let him go again, “You feel so damn hard.”

Little by little, Sarah took more and more of him in her mouth until finally, she filled her mouth with his thick member. Gripping his shaft and pumping it into her mouth faster, she could hear him moan above her as he watched through the steam.

“Oh, god, Sarah,” he groaned as his hands slid into her hair.

Sarah pumped him in and out of her mouth hard and fast. His thighs twitched as she slid his wet member along her sweet lips, squeezing and licking every inch of his long hard length.

She could tell that she was getting to him and that he was getting close. But before she could bring him to his released, he pulled his pulsating member from her mouth, pulled her to her feet and pressed himself hard against her. Not an inch of space remained between their tangled limbs as he kissed her hungrily again.

“I want you, Sarah,” he told her as his hands slid along her body. With passion in his fingers, he slid his hands down her waist to her hips, exploring her plump hips and ass with each touch.

“But what I really want is what’s between those soft thighs of yours,” he said.

“Then take it,” she challenged him, waving her hips salaciously at him.

“You like to play hard to get, huh?” he asked rhetorically, as his hands dipped between her thighs and found her sweet sensitive nub.

“Oh, yes,” she teased, staring into his eyes like a hungry animal. “Show me what you’ve got,” she insisted, spreading her thighs a bit further apart.

Sarah took his hardness in her hand, enjoying the feel of his hard member in her fingers. Slowly, she slid him between her soft thighs, rubbing his plump tip along as she guided him toward her wet opening. The hot water from the shower slipped down her back, down the crack of her ass and increased her need. She wanted Michael to fill her and she wanted him now.

* * * * *

Sarah’s teasing touch was more than he could resist.

He held her in his arms and pushed her backward until her plump body was pressed against the tile wall of the shower. Grabbing both her hands in his larger one, he slid them up above her head and pinned her against the tiles. With his feet, he pushed her legs apart, opening her to him. Then, with his other hand, he thrust his manhood between her soft thighs, sliding along her wet slit and teasing her opening with his touch.

“Are you ready?” he breathed.

The corners of Sarah’s mouth hitched up in a small smile and she nodded. She seemed to be even more turned on than he was, as he felt himself harden between her legs.

“I’m going to make you beg for it,” he groaned, slipping his smooth head just to the edge of her wet slit

Sarah spread her feet and knees even more, allowing his body to slip between them as his throbbing shaft buried itself between her tender lips. The feel of her around him was so warm and wet, that he thrust his hips forward and in one smooth motion plunged his thick shaft deep inside her.

“Oh, yes!” she squealed as he entered her.

Michael continued his long stroke until every inch of him was buried deep inside her. Pinning her hard against the wall, he pushed harder, plunging to her depths over and over while she pushed her hips up to meet him with each stroke.

“Yes!” she squealed, taking all of him with each hard thrust. “Yes, Michael!”

“I love how good you feel,” he groaned, pumping her full of his hard member.

“Oh yes, Michael. Don’t stop!”

“Why? You quit on me earlier,” he teased, as he plunged deep inside her slow and hard. “But now, I want to see you come.”

Michael’s thick shaft slid in slowly, sending her into quivering ecstasy. Her knees buckled beneath her. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up over his hip, driving him deep inside her. Holding her up by her thigh, he took her faster and harder. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, and he could feel the excitement building inside him.

“Oh yes!” she squealed. “Oh please, Michael!”

He gripped her hips and ground deep. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before as he plunged his thick shaft deep inside her with a rhythm that pushed her to the edge. He could feel her body shaking and knew that she was nearly beyond control.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, “Come for me, Sarah.”

His words were enough to push her over the edge.

“Oh, yes!” she nearly screamed as the wave of pleasure overwhelm her. Her body began to shake, as her inner muscles tightened around him rhythmically. She was gasping for air, barely able to breathe, and his body felt like it was on fire.

“Yeah, Sarah.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, trying to pull away to savor her orgasm. “It feels too good. You feel so good.”

But Michael didn’t let up. He kept pushing deep inside her, making the orgasm stretch longer than she ever thought possible. Her body was alight and she could barely catch her breath as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Finally, he plunged deep inside and knew he was close.

Suddenly, the throbbing pressure exploded through his thick shaft. He groaned under his breath as his thighs quivered and he thrust his hard member deep inside her. And without losing his rhythm, he kept on going, pumping himself into her as he came.

As the orgasm ebbed, he let her hands down and enjoyed the feel of her wrapping her arms around him and pulling her close.

“Sarah,” he moaned, his softened member still inside her. “That was amazing.”

Sarah, recovering from her own prolonged orgasm and trying to catch her breath, said nothing. For a moment, Michael wondered if he had made a mistake. If she hadn’t felt their connection the same way that he did.

“Looks like I won that round,” she said with a grin.

“What?” he said confused.

“You said you would make me beg. Want to try again? Double or nothing?” she asked with a saucy smile.

THE END

Tempting Curves

Description: 
When Clare agrees to fill in as the maid for a night, she hopes that a short skirt and low cut shirt will earn her a bigger tip.  But when sexy billionaire, Justin Taylor sees the voluptuous vixen, he can't help be tempted by her full hips and soft thighs.  Now, his hard muscled legs are pressed against the soft curves of her hip and Clare is going to have to choose between cleaning up the house and getting dirty with the boss.

Clare looked up at the mansion in front of her and put the car in park.

Mr. Justin Taylor’s home was nestled in the far corner of a cul-de-sac, tucked away from the other homes in his affluent neighborhood. She followed his directions and the driveway around to the back of the house, and once parked, she noticed the time on her dashboard clock.

“Dammit,” she said aloud, “I’m late!”

It would be okay if this was her client, but he wasn’t. Mr. Taylor belonged to her best friend Jessica.

Jessica had been moonlighting as a housekeeper for him for the last two years to help pay her bills. She’d bragged about how much she earned working for him, so when Clare was asked sub-in for her friend this evening, she reluctantly agreed. She had never been anyone’s maid before and she wasn’t sure she would be any good at it. But Jessica had begged and she couldn’t disappoint her best friend.

Of course, she wasn’t supposed to arrive late. Hurriedly, Clare turned off her headlights and exited the car. A gust of cold, winter wind met her by surprise, tearing open her dark trench coat and revealing her rather inappropriate outfit.

Beneath her coat was a soft, curvy figure, barely covered by a short, sexy black dress. She had hoped that what she wasn’t able to do in cleaning she could make up for with some innocent flirting.

Clare shivered from the cold and nerves. All she knew was that she had to keep Mr. Taylor happy so that Jessica kept her job. Unfortunately, she didn’t know much about Mr. Taylor or about cleaning mansions. All she knew was that he was a single man who worked late hours and early mornings. He hired Jessica to clean up after him and also for a bit of “company”, which was why she had to arrive so late.

Walking through the back door, Clare found herself in the maid’s quarters, where she hung her coat on a nearby hook. She found an apron left out, so she tied it across her waist and giggled. The short black skirt and the starch white apron were in strong contrast and made her feel a bit like she was wearing a “French maid” costume.

On the floor, she found the cleaning supplies neatly set out for her, just as Jessica had said they would be. She quickly grabbed what she hoped was a strong general cleaner, a dust cloth and added a feather duster for good measure. She then headed into the main part of the house to begin her shift.

As soon as she opened the doors, she was stunned. The home was gigantic. She stood in a small foyer, not quite sure where to begin. Finally, she took a deep breath, chose a direction and started walking. Her heels claimed the ground with every step as she swiftly crossed the marble floor, and a broad pair of French doors swung shut behind her as she entered what she thought must have been the formal dining room.

She waited for a moment, wondering if she was supposed to announce herself or just get started. Jessica hadn’t mentioned anything about that. But, she had made it seem like her boss would be there while she cleaned. Clare looked around and didn’t see or hear anyone in the house. Taking a deep breath, she sighed a bit with relief and got started with her chores.

A moment later, the front door opened and Mr. Taylor walked in. Clare stopped what she was doing and couldn’t help notice him. He was younger than she had expected—and more handsome. He had the most amazing eyes, and a chiseled strong jaw.

Why hadn’t Jessica mentioned this? She found herself staring and then blinked when she realized how she must look. “Good evening, sir,” she greeted him.

He looked over at her, as if noticing her for the first time. He arched a brow quickly and then the expression was gone. He replaced it with a warm smile and then said, “Good evening. Clare, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she answered, and wondered what that fleeting expression had been. He continued to look her over and she felt a warm flush rise to her cheeks. Not sure what to say, she stammered. “Sorry I was late… sir.”

“I hadn’t even noticed,” he assured her, his sparkling eyes mesmerizing her as he made his way across the floor.

“I started with the dining room,” she told him, “then figured I would work my way through the other rooms on the first floor. But the house is pretty big, and I really don’t know if I will be able to get through everything in one night. I mean, if I polish the furniture and do the vacuuming, that will work, but if I have to mop or do the windows, I don’t think I could get it all done before midnight. Not that I won’t be working hard it’s just that…”

It took a moment for Clare to realize she’d been talking too long. She closed her mouth and stumbled through her thoughts. Finally, she looked away from the gorgeous billionaire who seemed to fluster her so much and back at the dining room table. She sprayed the wood cleaner on the tabletop and began to rub it in with the dust cloth, massaging the wood in a circular motion—slowly, gently. Cursing Jessica under her breath, she could feel her cheeks flush as she attempted to remain professional.