Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) by Ann Vremont
Authors: Ann Vremont
Tags: Romance
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arms and legs shook from need. I dropped my head, too exhausted to hold it up no matter how much I wanted to drink in his reflected passion.
His hands moved to grip my hips, "Ready for my cock, cub?"
"Yes," I gurgled, a fresh quiver rolling through me.
"Then you better lift that head. I want to watch your beautiful face as I take you."
Beautiful? I was certain my mascara was halfway down my cheeks and that a thick sheen of perspiration coated my entire face.
Letting go of one hip, he rubbed the fat head of his cock against my opening. "Now, baby."
I lifted, blinking, trying to focus on the glowing sea-green gaze in the mirror. My lips parted, a quivering O to match the tremor of my pussy.
"Perfect, cub."
The head started to stretch me, his cock extra thick in his arousal. He pulled back and I whimpered at the loss.
"Such a tight pussy, love. I don't know how it manages to take me."
"It will," I promised, the words whispered low like a favorite comforting prayer.
Craig rewarded me with another slow push in, stopping once the head cleared my gate.
"Please!" I sobbed, screamed, cried -- trying to rock back against the blockade of his hand to impale myself on his shaft.
He pulled out again. One hand starting a shallow fuck of the plug in and out of my ass, he used the other to circle the head of his shaft around the opening to my cunt. "That sweet pussy needs to calm down, baby. It's overriding all your other sensations."
Shifting position, he grabbed the chains to the nipple weights again, tugging in time to the deeper plunging of the plug into my anus. I threw my head back, arching and moaning at the riot of pleasure and need warring inside my body. I rocked against the plug, Craig holding it still so that I could fuck the object at my own, increasingly furious, pace. My eyes rolled back in my head, my eyelids fluttering like a seizure victim as I fought against my climax and found a new, higher plateau of ecstasy.
I dropped my head to hold Craig's gaze in the mirror. Seeing he had my brain hazy and floating as every nerve ending my body possessed screamed in unison, he dropped the chain. Releasing the plug, he entered my pussy in one rough stroke.
The fat pommel atop his shaft mercilessly stretched my opening, barreled through my channel to batter against the opening to my cervix. The next contraction hit hard, my cunt knotting around him to choke on his shaft. I bucked and he dragged the big head in reverse, snagging on my tight opening and slamming back in.
The plug moved in my ass, mimicking his dick. When he retreated, my ass muscles contracted, pushing the plug almost all the way out. When he rammed into me again, the flat of his stomach drove it back in. Two cocks fucking my aching, needful holes.
Craig drove in again, cinching my pussy tight against his shaft as his hips made slow, decimating circles. He bit at his lip, fighting for his own control as the muscles of my sheath started to roll up and down his length. My clit joined the dance, my entire pussy vibrating like a rocket ready to launch. I arched, pumped, fucked my way up and down his long, thick cock as I moaned the same three words over and over and over until we both came in a twitching, gasping union of release.
Thank you, sir.
********************
A new world opened itself to me after that night -- or I opened to it. My body embraced the floggers, the remote controlled vibe against my pussy as we took in a movie or dinner, the liquids that heated or cooled my skin as he fucked my ass or pussy or mouth. There wasn't anything I wasn't ready to try.
Well, there was one thing -- Cathedral.
He didn't ask me to do a scene at the club, but I could see the question lingering in his gaze. The vibe in public was a small nudge, as was the no clothes rule that went into force the second I stepped through the door to his home. He took me a dozen times pressed against the window, whispering in my ear how desirable I was. The view was private, but I
His hands moved to grip my hips, "Ready for my cock, cub?"
"Yes," I gurgled, a fresh quiver rolling through me.
"Then you better lift that head. I want to watch your beautiful face as I take you."
Beautiful? I was certain my mascara was halfway down my cheeks and that a thick sheen of perspiration coated my entire face.
Letting go of one hip, he rubbed the fat head of his cock against my opening. "Now, baby."
I lifted, blinking, trying to focus on the glowing sea-green gaze in the mirror. My lips parted, a quivering O to match the tremor of my pussy.
"Perfect, cub."
The head started to stretch me, his cock extra thick in his arousal. He pulled back and I whimpered at the loss.
"Such a tight pussy, love. I don't know how it manages to take me."
"It will," I promised, the words whispered low like a favorite comforting prayer.
Craig rewarded me with another slow push in, stopping once the head cleared my gate.
"Please!" I sobbed, screamed, cried -- trying to rock back against the blockade of his hand to impale myself on his shaft.
He pulled out again. One hand starting a shallow fuck of the plug in and out of my ass, he used the other to circle the head of his shaft around the opening to my cunt. "That sweet pussy needs to calm down, baby. It's overriding all your other sensations."
Shifting position, he grabbed the chains to the nipple weights again, tugging in time to the deeper plunging of the plug into my anus. I threw my head back, arching and moaning at the riot of pleasure and need warring inside my body. I rocked against the plug, Craig holding it still so that I could fuck the object at my own, increasingly furious, pace. My eyes rolled back in my head, my eyelids fluttering like a seizure victim as I fought against my climax and found a new, higher plateau of ecstasy.
I dropped my head to hold Craig's gaze in the mirror. Seeing he had my brain hazy and floating as every nerve ending my body possessed screamed in unison, he dropped the chain. Releasing the plug, he entered my pussy in one rough stroke.
The fat pommel atop his shaft mercilessly stretched my opening, barreled through my channel to batter against the opening to my cervix. The next contraction hit hard, my cunt knotting around him to choke on his shaft. I bucked and he dragged the big head in reverse, snagging on my tight opening and slamming back in.
The plug moved in my ass, mimicking his dick. When he retreated, my ass muscles contracted, pushing the plug almost all the way out. When he rammed into me again, the flat of his stomach drove it back in. Two cocks fucking my aching, needful holes.
Craig drove in again, cinching my pussy tight against his shaft as his hips made slow, decimating circles. He bit at his lip, fighting for his own control as the muscles of my sheath started to roll up and down his length. My clit joined the dance, my entire pussy vibrating like a rocket ready to launch. I arched, pumped, fucked my way up and down his long, thick cock as I moaned the same three words over and over and over until we both came in a twitching, gasping union of release.
Thank you, sir.
********************
A new world opened itself to me after that night -- or I opened to it. My body embraced the floggers, the remote controlled vibe against my pussy as we took in a movie or dinner, the liquids that heated or cooled my skin as he fucked my ass or pussy or mouth. There wasn't anything I wasn't ready to try.
Well, there was one thing -- Cathedral.
He didn't ask me to do a scene at the club, but I could see the question lingering in his gaze. The vibe in public was a small nudge, as was the no clothes rule that went into force the second I stepped through the door to his home. He took me a dozen times pressed against the window, whispering in my ear how desirable I was. The view was private, but I
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