Bearing Your Burden (BBW Shifter Erotic Romance) (3 page)

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They didn't break eye contact as Bryan strode easily into his room, pushing open the door with a foot, nor as he lay her on the bed, and ran her wavy brown hair through his fingers, reaching up to delicately caress her cheek with his other hand.

His finger ran down her jaw – lingering for a second upon her lips, promising more kisses to come – and traced elegantly down her neck, between her collarbones, until he reached the top button of her plaid shirt. She regretted, for a split second, not wearing something more feminine – but then again, it had taken a serious hike to get up to this place, and she wasn't so idiotic as to wear a flimsy white camisole for that...

He unbuttoned the shirt, unhurried, revealing – once again, to a twinge of embarrassment from her – a large, functional white bra.

When he came to the last couple of buttons, however, she pushed her hands out, and said:

“No, wait, stop!”

He felt a weight drop to the pit of his stomach, cold and hard like a stone. He closed his eyes, gulped back his regret, and opened them slowly.

“I'm sorry, Lizbeth, I was moving too fast, I'll–”

“No, nono, you were fine... it's just...”

“Well, then... what is it?”

“It's, just... well... I know I'm not very pretty, and, well... my last boyfriend... well, my first boyfriend, but he's also my last boyfriend... he said I would look alright if I lost some pounds, and I tried, really I did, but no matter how much I worked out or dieted, I just can't seem to...”

She rambled nervously for a little while longer, but Bryan just shook his head in disbelief.

He could never bring himself to understand what sick kind of society could make such a beautiful girl think herself ugly.

He interrupted her gently.

“Lizbeth... if you don't mind, I'm going to continue.”

“oh... what? Oh... uh... OK, yeah, if you... if you're sure you want to, that is, I–”

“Damn, girl...”

Bryan leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, to shut up the doubts and self-hatred coming out of her mouth.

Her whole body jolted a shudder of shock or arousal, he couldn't tell which, before she opened herself to him again, and sucked hungrily at his tongue.

With one hand, he undid her jeans. Without separating their mouths, they worked them off, along with her socks, until she was only wearing panties down below.

He finally pulled his tongue free from her embrace, and kissed his way down to her neck, biting firmly at her, just barely strong enough to leave a mark. No other male could doubt she was his if they saw those. She moaned her acceptance and her joy.

He moved his hands under her back, propping her up for a second while he undid the clasp on her bra. When he brought his hand out from under her and hooked a pinkie through the center of it, pulling it off, her beautiful, bountiful breasts finally fell free.

“Oh, god, no, I'll stink...”

She had dusky pink nipples, one of which was slightly inverted, over wide areolae and perfectly pale white breasts. With just the feeling of his breath on her, the shy nipple started to protude, and harden.

Bryan buried his face hungrily between them, taking in her scent – so well and truly her. He gnawed gently at the swell of her breasts, before taking one nipple into his mouth, and teasing gently at the other with the nail of a finger, bringing sharp gasps from her, and sending little spasms down through her legs.

As he continued to nibble at her chest, him broad hand ran its way lovingly down her downy skin, grabbing at the meat of her thigh, before tickling his way to the inside of her leg. This drew giggles from her, which turned to aching, guttural breaths when he made his way between her legs.

He cupped her mons over her panties, and rubbed his whole hand over her, slowly, back and forth, while he kissed her mouth, and moved back down to lick at her collarbones, until her panties were soaked through.

Then he moved his fingers into them, scratching affectionately at her trimmed pubic hair, before edging tantalizingly downwards. She was breathing hard and fast now, and he didn't make her wait too much longer before he slid a finger into her.

She didn't know whether to inhale or exhale, and so strained for many moments, feeling her lungs start to burn, to match the sodden wet fire between her legs.

She finally gasped and sucked in air, and he moved his hand around, the meat of his palm rubbing against her clit.

When he worked a second finger inside, and started to move his hand more vigorously – inwards and outwards, rubbing against the rough patch at the front of her vagina with each withdrawal – it started to make sloshing sounds, and he began to smell the sharp, sour tang of female sex, mixing with the seductive scent of her sweat. He waited patiently, his cock quivering, a bead of pre-cum starting to trickle down the broad, meaty head.

She was bucking against him, grabbing at his hair as he occasionally kissed her breasts, and run his tongue down the side of them and into her armpits, all the better to taste her.

Before long, she was moaning insistently, and she felt an orgasm starting to rise.

“Bryan... Bryan... oh, god, Bryan... I'm going to cum soon... I'm–”

“Not just yet, girl.”

These words, delivered huskily into her ear, nearly sent her over the edge just by the thrill of his breath. But the next moment, he had taken his fingers out of her.

The next thing she knew, he was kneeling beside her, and trying to work her panties over her ample ass.

She hurried as fast as she could to help him, not giving it a second thought as she lifted her legs to free herself of that sodden piece of fabric, and thrashing off the plaid shirt which had draped unbuttoned from her.

Finally, he was kneeling between her legs, and she was totally naked, flat on her back.

She craned her neck up, to see him press the massive head of his cock against her opening, feeling it cover her entrance completely, and press its soft firmness against her clit as he worked it up and down, lathering it in her juices...

She gulped, barely able to imagine it going inside her... it was bigger than any of the dildos she'd seen in her kinkiest friend's collection – even that ridiculous bright purple one...

But then her eyes met his, and the doubts evaporated, leaving only the certainty that she needed him inside her.

She reached her hand downwards and gripped his shaft – she wasn't even able to wrap her hand around the whole of it!

But she knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was him – no matter how much of a beast he might be.

She angled him down, towards her glistening entrance. With her other hand, she pulled back the folds of her labia, until he was right in the center of her. And then she pulled on him, slowly but with real force, impaling herself.

With a pop, the head slipped in, pulling her wider than she thought she could go, and laying her flat on her back, already exhausted, unable to do much more.

He took over for her, pushing himself in ever so slowly, but still forcing muffled screams out of her – more pleasure than pain, though there was also even pleasure in the pain...

He pushed slowly with each thigh, in alternating motion, bringing himself in her, and bring her closer and closer to where she needed to be.

When he jerked himself in and out an inch, she heard herself scream, and felt the orgasm finally build itself back up within her.

With a last little push, he lay himself atop her, his tremendous bulk completing her, crushing her breasts between them, his mouth meeting hers hungrily, wetly... and even though there was more shaft left, she felt him bump up against her cervix...

And with that, she was gone, shuddering and shivering and bucking with her orgasm.

She felt him pull out, and roll her to one side, and spoon her, his huge member nestling between her soft asscheeks. He wrapped an arm under her neck, and held her to him, for many seconds, until the dizziness subsided, and the bed seemed to stop spinning.

She turned her head back to look at him, and saw his broad, grizzled jaw, and his soft, sad eyes. She kissed him.

Then she reached between her legs, and slowly worked him back into her.

From this angle, still spooning, it was much easier. He only got himself in halfway, but he wrapped his arms around her, and there was no better feeling in the world. He proceeded to rock into her, with gentle, shallow thrusts.

She closed her eyes, and lay her head down onto his arm, but he kept his open, to see the intimate beauty of the girl he was falling more in love with with every passing second in her moment of unworried, unhurried pleasure. Her mouth drooped ever so slightly open as she moaned, and her eyelids flickered with the quivering pulsations which ran through her, and he knew he had never been happier than he was now.

Her breath grew ragged, and she bit reflexively at her lip.

That precious moment started him along the path of no return.

With a grunt, he rolled her onto her front, feeling the perfect softness of her ass under his pelvis, and moving a hand onto her shoulder and the crown of her head, pulling her back into his thrust. He started to press himself in harder, pushing ever deeper, his shaft stiffening to its absolute limit.

He rocked his hips into her, as she spread her legs wider, trying to take more of him in...

Then he was ramming himself in and out of her, and she was screaming in pleasure into the pillow, and the weight of him was crashing onto her again and again, pressing her clit against the firm mattress, and she felt him starting to convulse... and then he whispered her name, lovingly, into her ear.

They came together, like a dam bursting.

He ejaculated deep inside her, with what felt like years' worth of semen coursing into her inmost reaches, and she welcomed it with the most awe-inspiring orgasm she had ever felt, and though she couldn't even see straight with the pounding force of it in her head, she still reached with all her strength to pull his face to hers as he slumped down beside her, just to feel his lips on hers, and know she finally held him, as she felt him wrap her in his arms... and she kissed his chest, and faded into dreams which could never be as sweet as the one she had finally fulfilled in waking.

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Bryan Knudsen lay in bed, the most beautiful girl in the world breathing lightly in and out at his shoulder, setting the hairs on his chest quivering slightly with her breeze.

In one way, his life was so much more complicated than it had been only a few hours ago.

He now had someone else to take care of. Much more of this, and there would be another little person to take care of, too.

If she had found this place, then other people could, too. Perhaps they should just stay here, and meet them if they came – he knew he would let no man wrest his mate from him, now.

Perhaps he should try to convince her to go see her father... though of course, he would come too, and bite back the wounds of his past, and get that wretched man's blessing. Not for tradition's sake, or anything – but to make sure this girl he loved didn't have to live like an outcast, separated from her family and friends.

But all that could be figured out in the morning... or maybe, the afternoon, because the morning might be a little busy.

No matter what they decided, though, one thing was for certain.

They would decide it together. As they would decide everything, now – as mates, for life.