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

face was intense as their eyes met in the mirror.   He looked hungry and he took her with rough, fierce strokes that branded her as his.   Her breasts bounced inside her bra with each fiery pump of his hips and her breath came in pants as she stared at herself, a woman in absolute ecstasy.
    Molly’s grip on the desk became white-knuckled as Devon hammered into her, possessing not only her body, but her heart and soul as well.
    "I love you, I love you, I love you."   The cries ripped from her throat as she pushed her ass back to meet his impassioned thrusts.
    Their eyes met again and she saw a possessive joy light his face as he reached around in front of her to massage her clit.   "I love you, too, baby."
    They reached release at the same time, her pussy tightening like a vise, triggering his climax.
    They groaned together.   Molly’s heart was thundering as she watched not only her face, but his.   Devon buried himself deep inside of her and his face registered a powerful, torrid expression as he exploded inside of her.
    His hands came down next to hers as he rested against her back, nuzzling his face against her neck as they recovered from their volatile orgasms.
    Devon straightened and told her softly.   "Wait a second."
    He exited into the bathroom and came out with his pants fastened and a warm, wet cloth in his hand.   He cleaned gently between her thighs with the warm washcloth and pulled her panties back into place.
    He slid his arm around her waist and swung her around to sit on the vanity stool.   He knelt beside her and pulled a box out of his pocket.   Her breath caught as she recognized the name of the exclusive jewelry store on the lid.
    "I can't wait another minute, Molly.   I love you with every breath I take.   Put me out of my misery and marry me," his eyes glowed with hope and a little anxiety as he popped open the box.
    The platinum band held an exquisite emerald that really did match her eyes, surrounded by sparkling diamonds.   It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
    Tears filled her eyes as she touched the ring gently.   "Yes, Devon."   She cupped his cheek with her palm.   "I love you so very much.   Being your wife would make me the happiest woman in the world."
    Devon stood and pulled her from the chair and planted a tender kiss on her lips.   "Thank God."   He pulled the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger.   It gleamed bright and sparkled as she turned her hand to admire it.
    He pulled Molly into his arms, hugging her to him fiercely.   She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed happily as tears of joy flowed down her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck.   "We ended up with the same whirlwind engagement as Dylan and Lauren.   It's been two months since we met at the restaurant."
    Devon pulled back with a devilish grin.   "One month and twenty-seven days to be exact.   The Richards men don't mess around.   They know their dream woman when she comes along."   With a more serious expression he added, "I can't live without you anymore, Molly.   You had to say yes."
    "You knew I'd say yes," she told him playfully as she kissed him on the cheek and reached for her dress.   She'd have to fix her make-up a little, but her hair was still intact.   "We're going to be shamefully late."
    "Dylan will know why.   I already told him that I was hopeful that we would be celebrating both of our engagements."
    Molly groaned as she turned so that he could zip her dress.   It was a new one that showed some cleavage and fluttered just above her knees.   "I won't be able to look him in the eye.   He'll know why we were late."
    She fixed her face in the mirror as he replied with a chuckle, "At least we'll be there.   After leaving us there abandoned last time, I think he can just wait."
    "He had urgent business," she scolded him, but met him with an adoring smile as she finished her quick fix and turned to