CURVES BY DESIGN (Big Girls And Bad Boys: A BBW Erotic Romance) by J.S. Scott

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.
    He reached forward and tilted her chin,   "Watch while I take you.   See how beautiful you look."
    She saw herself bent over, her face flushed and her eyes wild as Devon stood behind her.   He grasped her hips and she could see both of their faces as they raced toward release.   She bit her lip, chewing some of her lipstick off as he pumped her from behind.
    Devon’s