Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) (16 page)

As I felt Lane’s enormous cock throb inside my pussy, I couldn’t help but moan. I knew he loved it, the sounds of my pleasure, knowing how turned on I was whenever I caught a glimpse of him, knowing that the days apart made the sex even better, hotter, wetter—and eventually, rougher.

Of course, we always started slow, a bit of foreplay, hands touching, rubbing, maybe a little suck or lick; all the things that young lovers do, even the inexperienced. But it was never long before the passion transcended those novice levels, and I felt him touching me just how I thought a man should, his tenderness giving way to rough, hot sex.

We liked it dirty. And by any other account, I might have looked like a no-good, cock-craving slut. And I did crave Lane’s cock, but when I was with him, fucking him like this, I didn’t feel like a slut—I felt like a goddess, part of a mutual, intense lust, just expressing my natural impulses, loving every inch of his skin as he loved mine.

I gyrated on his cock, enjoying each time he thrust into me. It was a sensual, rhythmic movement, but before long I knew I was in for something rougher. Lane pushed me off and got on top of me, mounting me immediately and thrusting his cock back inside. Hovering above me, his hands on the headboard behind me, I knew he was about to fuck me impossibly hard. He held himself there, the bed giving him leverage as he drove into me, in and out, hard and fast at a pace that matched my syncopated moans.

I tried to tell him to slow down, that I was going to come too quickly, but I simply couldn’t get the words out. We were both sweaty, feverish from sex. When he leaned in, I licked his neck, tasting him. That soft, wet touch made him go crazy, in deep, long strokes that hit me in all the right places. Clenching my pussy, I moaned, my breath short, coming in gasps now and little whimpers. He knew I didn’t want him to stop now, not when my orgasm was building inside of me like this.

Digging my nails into the skin of his back, I screamed in passion and ecstasy, my orgasm flooding me in one gigantic wave that rolled through my body, numbing me all the way to my toes, feeling like pins and needles, positively tingling and vibrating all over my body. I held him there, deep inside me, moaning into his ear, licking him, sucking at him, begging for more.

And soon he’d pulled out, flipping my body over, my face pressed down into the pillows, my voluptuous ass in the air, ready to be his toy. He gave me a light spank before shoving his fat cock back inside. After a few hard strokes, I knew I would be able to come again.

Multiples. I loved it. Just like I loved him.

Her moaning drove me crazy and I knew that I was only seconds away from coming. I was so damn close, and yet I wanted to see her big, curvy ass bouncing in front of me. I knew that would make me come even harder, watching her perfect butt slapping up against my thighs as I gave it to her hard from behind. I gave her ass a little smack, just to watch it wiggle.

Holding onto the skin of her hips, I thrust in deep, holding my cock inside her as I felt her clench her pussy. She moaned loudly and I started stroking in and out in hard, fast movements. I looked down at her body below me, hearing her soft whimpers, her tight, wet pussy surrounding my cock—that feeling I’d waited so long for, the sensation I’d daydreamed about in board meetings and on the plane ride home. And now I was here with her. The dream had become reality.

In this position, I knew I couldn’t last long. Just a few more strokes and I knew I’d be finished. But what really did me in were her next words:

“I think I’m gonna come again,” she moaned. “Oh,
oh FUCK!
”

I pushed in and out, my cock throbbing and rock-hard every time I heard her sounds of pleasure. It wasn’t long before I felt an orgasm building at the base of my cock, welling up inside me, threatening to spill out and explode. I kept going, not wanting to stop, but knowing how inevitable it was.

My face tightened up as I took my last short strokes and felt myself coming inside her. I groaned loudly as bursts of cum exploded from my cock in three separate waves. Could she feel it splashing around inside her? Did it fill her up? Could she feel my warmth, that climactic expression of my lust for her? I hope she did. I wanted her to feel me like that.

I took a few more strokes, knowing by the sound of her muffled moans that she was on the verge of a second orgasm. I wanted to get her off again before I went soft. And then suddenly I felt her body gyrating, shaking almost uncontrollably. After she settled back down, I knew my baby had come, and so I pulled out and rolled over beside her, taking her in my arms.

That’s how we fell asleep that night.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of a ringing cell phone. Lane lay beside me still asleep. I nudged him, leaning in to whisper to him.

“Lane…”

He was sound asleep, completely unperturbed by the ringing phone.

“Lane, wake up,” I said, louder this time, giving him a gentle shake.

“Huh? What?” he said, looking over at me, his eyes barely open.

“Your phone.”

“Let it go to voicemail.”

“It’s early, not even six yet. It’s got to be pretty important if someone is calling you at this hour.”

“Alright, fine,” he said, rolling over to grab his phone off the nightstand.

He looked at the number on the screen and immediately picked up. I saw a brief flicker of anxiety and anticipation flash across his face. I waited there, trying to listen in.

“Hi, John… Ok… Ok… Got it… You’re sure…? So we’re clear…? That’s great… Yes, sure, golf next week. I’ll set something up. Thanks, John, I owe you one.”

Lane hung up the phone and looked up at me.

“It’s over, Adelaide. Don backed down.”

“He dropped the lawsuit?”

“Yep. Your statement did him in. He knew he had no chance. John convinced him of that. So, thank you.”

“I’m just happy to put all of this behind us,” I said, taking his arm and wrapping it around me.

He pulled me close to him, my butt cradled by his legs and hips, rubbing up against his crotch. I felt him grind up on me slightly, then kiss my neck tenderly.

“So,” he asked. “What are we going to do to celebrate?”

I turned around to face him, seeing that mischievous look in his eyes.

“Oh, I think I’ve got an idea,” I said, giggling as he tickled me.

You can guess what happened next.

The gun shot went off and that sent the horses sprinting. The crowd roared as their hooves pounded the raked dirt of the track at Churchill Downs. They were a blur of brown coats and colorful jockey’s uniforms. Fast Lane was positioned in lane five, wearing a gorgeous combination of golden yellow and Carolina blue. We watched as he held steady in position three, waiting to make his move.

I squeezed Lane’s hand, giving him a sense of my anxiety while simultaneously recognizing his own. He squeezed back and smiled, only daring to take his eyes off the track for a split second. There was way too much money on the line to look away any longer.

You might think that I would have spent the race down with the jockeys and the other horse trainers, but somehow it made more sense to be up here standing next to Lane. I’d spent the past several months training this horse, but today I was a spectator, fan and supporter. I took a sip of my mint julep and gave a cheer. Fast Lane was making a move, gaining on the horse immediately in front as he sprinted up the outside, maneuvering into second place.

The sun shined on us in the stands, though I was wearing one of those ridiculous hats which blocked the glare from my face. The hat, flamboyant as it was, added the perfect complement to the sundress Lane had bought me for the occasion. He looked dapper standing there next to me in his sharp seersucker suit and pastel tie. I took a snapshot in my mind. This would be a day to remember.

The sun also reflected brilliantly off the huge rock on my left hand, making it sparkle dazzlingly. Yes, Lane had popped the question only a day ago. And, of course, I’d said yes. A very enthusiastic
yes
.

But the engagement wasn’t on my mind at the current moment. I was completely consumed by the action in front of us. The jock pushed Fast Lane forward; he was gaining fast, but they were nearing the finish line and it was unclear if he’d be able to catch up in time. The horse in first place made a last-ditch effort to break away, but Fast Lane held on, steadily gaining ground.

As they neared the finish line they were neck and neck, and from the grandstand it was impossible to tell who had crossed the finish line first. I looked at Lane nervously as we stood there in anticipation. Then the news we’d been waiting for flashed across the scoreboard.
The horse in Lane #5, Fast Lane, is the winner of the Kentucky Derby.

Lane turned to me as I jumped up into his arms, wrapping my own around his neck as we kissed.
We’d done it, we’d won the Kentucky Derby!
And all the sudden I found myself crying tears of joy. I’d never been happier. After the rough start to our relationship, life finally seemed to be coming together. This was the perfect way to kick off our engagement, our marriage, and the rest of our life together.