CURVES BY DESIGN (Big Girls And Bad Boys: A BBW Erotic Romance) (6 page)

"Relax, Molly.   If you don't like it, just say so."   His voice was low and hypnotic.   Her body relaxed as he spread her legs wide, completely exposing her pussy, leaving it vulnerable and open to him.

Molly quivered as he licked his way up each of her thighs, trailing lazy circles around her mound.   The first stroke of his strong, wet tongue on her slit nearly brought her off of the bed.   "Oh, God.   Oh, God."

Devon lapped at her juices and she could feel his rumbling sound of pleasure vibrate against her flesh.   Delving deeper, he explored her tender flesh, running his tongue up and down her aching pussy.

Her hands gripped the silky bedspread as she raised her hips to grind harder into his mouth.

Not liking this was
not
going to be an issue.   She thought she was going to die from pleasure as his fingers held open her folds to lave her clit.

"Devon."   The passionate cry ripped from her throat as he searched and found the nub that was begging for attention.

Her hips rocked as he increased the pressure, taking her body into a frenzy of need.   His fingers filled her empty channel, stroking hard and deep.

Oh shit.
   The combination of his fucking fingers and his scorching tongue working her clit made her start keening a high-pitched squeal than lowered to a tortured moan as she felt her oncoming climax.

Her back arched as the spasms rocked her, clenching his invading fingers as her pussy flooded with cream. "Devon.   Oh, God.   Devon."   Her body flew apart as he licked up her juices, stretching her orgasm out to almost unbearable ecstasy.

She was still panting when he slid up her body.   "You taste so sweet, Molly, and you come like a wild woman," he murmured before he threaded his hands in her hair and took her mouth.   She could taste her essence as his tongue slid along hers in an erotic, slow glide that had her moaning into his mouth.

Molly could feel his hard cock against her thigh and she rubbed her hip along the hard shaft.   She wanted him inside of her.   Even though she had just had the most earth-shattering climax of her life, she still wanted to feel that hard cock filling her, Devon’s body fusing with hers.

As he let his mouth slide from hers to wander over her face and neck she begged, "Fuck me, Devon.   Please."

He moved over her and slid the head of his massive organ through her begging pussy.   He rubbed along her folds, his head teasing her clit with long, slow slides.   "You're so wet and hot.   I've fantasized about this while I was jerking myself off."

Just the thought of him stoking himself while he was thinking about her was so erotic that she was gasping for breath.   "You masturbated while you were thinking of me?"   she whispered breathlessly, rubbing against him, urging him to slip inside of her.

"Every damn day since we met.   Sometimes more than once a day.   I haven't been so horny since I was a teenager," he grumbled as he flexed his hips harder, putting more pressure on her sensitive clit.   "The reality is much better than fantasy.   You feel so soft all over and I love the way your sweet body feels beneath mine.   I can't wait to feel you over me, riding me."

His erotic words and the hard, fast slide of his cock along her clit was making her body ripple with pleasure.   She whimpered as she felt her climax approaching.   "Devon.   I have to-"

"Yes, baby.   Come for me.   I want to hear those sweet sounds.   I want to watch you come apart."

Molly moaned and her head fell back as she found release.   She could feel his eyes on her and knowing he was watching her fly apart made it feel intensely intimate, so erotic.

Just as she started coming down from her high, he shifted his hips and his rod invaded her.   "I can't wait one more second to be inside of your tight pussy," he hissed as he thrust inside of her, filling her.   He stroked until he was completed embedded inside her channel, her walls stretched, burning in a pleasurable way as he completely filled her.   "Christ, Molly, you're so tight."

He pulled out and stroked smoothly back into her. Planting her feet on the bed, she pushed up to meet him.   He pulled back and grasped her thighs, spreading her legs wide as he pumped into her.

"Yes, Devon. Yes."   His cock felt so good gliding in and out of her, sliding over her sweet spot over and over.   Harder and harder.   Faster and faster.

She bit her lip as her hands went to her nipples, tugging them hard.

He slammed into her faster as he groaned.   "That’s it. Pleasure yourself, Molly.   Take what you want.   Tell me what you need."

She
needed
.   She
wanted
.   "I need you.   I need this.   Fuck me hard, Devon.   You feel so good."

He gave exactly what she asked for, pounding his cock into her, their skin slapping with every hard thrust.   As his hips pistoned into her channel, his hand slid between them and pinched her clit with just enough pressure to bring on an orgasm that left her screaming his name helplessly as it rolled over her body.

"Molly, Molly, Molly,"   Devon grunted out her name as her spasming flesh gripped him hard, milking him as he buried himself deep inside her and flooded her womb with his hot release.

"Fuck!," he panted as his hard, sweat-soaked body lowered and rested against her.

He kissed her hard as he rolled to her side, taking her with him.   He pulled his mouth from hers and they both lay there, stunned and gasping for breath.

He pulled her tightly against him while they recovered, their hearts slowing and their breathing returning to normal.

"You look even better than those drawings right now, baby."   He touched his forehead to hers as his lips formed into a mischievous smile.

"I told you I needed your help," she reminded him playfully.

"I'll probably give you more help than you want or need," he warned her as he moved her to the side so they could both roll underneath the sheets.   He cuddled her close, spooning her body with his and burying his face in her hair.

Molly’s lips turned up in a sleepy smile.   She highly doubted that she could ever get enough of Devon.

She felt his warm breath on her neck as he gave a deep, contented sigh and her body went limp with relaxation and a sense of peace.

Devon made her feel so safe.  
Why was I ever afraid?

It was the last thing she remembered before allowing herself to fall into a deep, sated sleep.

"Are you still on the diet, Molly?   You know you need to work on that extra weight if you're going to catch that successful architect you're dating?"

Molly rolled her eyes and smiled at herself in the beautiful Victorian swing mirror on the matching dressing table in front of her.   It was a birthday present from Devon.   His only condition had been that she move in with him to use it.

She hitched the phone between her shoulder and ear so that she could brush on her mascara.   Dylan and Lauren had rescheduled their engagement dinner for tonight and she wasn't ready yet.   "I'm living with him, Mother.   I think he's pretty much reeled in and landed."

"You aren't married yet.   He could dump you and leave you homeless any time he wants to."

"I make my own money.   I'll get another place."   Honestly, she wasn't the least bit concerned.   Their relationship was red hot and the flames got hotter every day.   He was her best friend and the love of her life.   "You know, Mom, I'd love to have one conversation with you that doesn't revolve around my weight.   Why don't you call me back when you can say something nice to me.   I really don't care how much I weigh as long as I'm healthy and I'm not worried about losing Devon.   We have a very healthy sex life.   He loves my body just the way it is and so do I."   She couldn't believe she had just told her mom that information, but she had put up with just about enough of her mother's carping.

"Men like their women thin," her mother replied hesitantly.

"Not my man," Molly clipped back at her.   "I've spent my whole life trying to be what you think I should be.   I'm going to please myself from now on, Mom."   She reached for her blush and started stroking it onto her cheeks.

"All I wanted was for you to be happy," her mother answered defensively.   "You can't be happy when you're overweight."

Molly smiled as she finished her blush and picked up her ruby red lipstick.   "Oh yes I can.   I am happy."   And she was.   Genuine, over-the-moon ecstatic, and there was nothing her mother could say to change that.   She hesitated with her lipstick open before adding, "I'm sorry that you think weight is the key to happiness, Mom, but it's not my issue anymore.   It's yours.   I'm fine with the way I am.   I don't want to discuss it anymore.   I love you dearly, but I want you to stop badgering me.   It hurts me."

These were things she should have said to her mother years ago, but never valued herself enough to vocalize them.   Never again would she allow anyone to make her feel "less than" for any reason.

Truth be told, Molly felt sorry for her mother.   She was a miserable woman who had never seen past her own insecurities and who had inadvertently passed them on to her only child.   She wanted a relationship with her mother, but not at the price of her own sanity.

"I didn't know I hurt you.   I just didn't want you to be miserable and alone."

She carefully applied her lipstick, capped it and laid it on the dressing table before answering, "It's all right, Mom.   I should have told you before now.   Just please don't mention it anymore."   Molly wasn't sure what they'd talk about.   What would life be like not discussing her weight with her mother?   It seemed like it was the only topic they ever really discussed.   "I gotta run.   Devon and I are due at the restaurant shortly. Maybe we could have coffee tomorrow."

Her mother's goodbye was awkward and stilted, but she agreed to come to the house tomorrow to talk and have coffee.   Molly sighed deeply as she disconnected and laid the phone on the dresser.

"That sounded like a tough call," Devon's sympathetic voice sounded from the doorway.

She turned on the vanity stool to face the man she had been living with for the last several weeks.   Would she ever be able to look at him and not be breathless?

Dressed in a grey suit with a matching dress shirt and tie, he stood with his arm propped against the door frame.   He looked so handsome and attractive that she still couldn't believe he was hers.

"It wasn't easy," she agreed as she stood carefully in her high stiletto black heels as she grabbed her black dress from the back of the chair.   "But I'm sure we'll get through it.   She’s coming over and we’ll chat."

As she stood, Devon's jaw dropped and he whistled softly before commenting, "Please tell me you aren't going to be wearing
that
under that dress tonight.   My cock will be hard all night."

She shot him a sexy smile, "Why?   Don't you like it?"

Molly had been purchasing nice lingerie since they had been together and the black panties with a matching bra, garter belt and sexy black stockings were her raciest purchase to date.

Devon grinned as he approached her, taking the dress from her hands and tossed it onto the bed.   "Baby, that outfit makes it almost impossible not to fuck you senseless.   You're playing with fire."   He wrapped his arm around her waist as his other hand caressed her ass through the thin silk of her panties.

"Does that mean I'll get lucky later tonight?"   She blinked up at him with an innocent smile.

He removed his suit jacket and tossed it on top of her dress.   "Yes.   In addition to right now."

"Devon, we can't.   We'll be late," she reminded him weakly as his hand came around to her front and invaded the elastic of her panties,   delving into her already moist pussy.

"Sweetheart, you can't expect to wear that "fuck me" outfit and think that I'll be able to ignore it," he ignored her protest and continued to tease her, as his mouth came down on hers.

Resisting Devon was impossible.   He was an unholy temptation and she could feel his hard erection against her hip as he slid his tongue into her mouth, overcoming her feeble attempt to make him wait until later.

She
couldn't wait now.   The hard, male feel and scent that were distinctly Devon made her lightheaded and needy.   She whimpered as his finger found her aching clit and rubbed over it with just enough pressure to ramp up her desire as he continued his scorching assault on her mouth.

She reached down and massaged the front of his trousers, sliding her hand along his rigid shaft.   Two could play at the teasing game.

Devon broke off his rampant embrace, his breath coming hard and fast as he led her to the dressing table.   Placing her hands on the dresser, he yanked her panties down around her legs and nudged her thighs apart.   Delving into her dripping folds, he started a demanding attack on her pussy that made her grip the table and hold on for dear life.

Bent over the dresser with her ass in the air and her panties around her legs she begged.   "Fuck me, Devon.   I can't wait."

She heard his fly unzip as he answered, "No waiting, baby.   I'm taking you hard and fast."

Yes.
  
Oh, yes
.   Molly moaned as she felt his cock slip into her pussy and slide directly into her aching channel.