Curves For The Lone Alpha (A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance) by Molly Prince Page B

he released my ass with one hand and brought it
to my breast. His broad hand cupped and lifted as he lowered his head, bringing
his lips to my sensitive nipple. My groan became a whimper as the twin
sensations drove me to something beyond desire. A level of pure lust that I had
never experienced before.
    “Fuck me.”
    I wanted to assert myself and make it a command, but it
didn’t come out like that. It sounded like a plea. A needy and desperate plea.
I reached out to feel for his manhood, hard and hot, jutting lewdly against the
denim at his crotch.
    “Please… fuck me.”
    This time I didn’t bother to even try and keep the need out
of my voice. If I had to beg, then so be it. It’s not like I could have hidden
it from him. My body betrayed my desire and he could smell it on me.
    “No.”
    It was actually a relief to see his grin return. An
infuriatingly smug, smirk that only men with the charm and presence to back up
their arrogance could pull off.
    “Not yet, there’s something we need to take care of first.”
    He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the couch. Once
he had positioned me to his satisfaction he sunk to his knees, nudging my legs
aside with his shoulders as he kneeled between them. Or at least he tried to.
His shoulders were impossibly broad and my body just didn’t bend that way.
    He tried again, this time ducking beneath my legs and
lifting them on his shoulders, forcing them up and back until his face was
inches from my wet and needy sex.
    I felt… exposed. In the shower, I had been in control and
while we had been intimate, it was nothing like this. He was so close to me,
nothing was hidden. Not to mention it was the middle of the day and, remote
cabin or not, the door was wide open. I was not usually a big fan the sort of
intimacy that placed my body under this kind of scrutiny.
    But when I looked down at James I decided that just this
once, maybe I could make an exception. He descended on me with a grin that
wouldn’t have looked out of place on a cheeky schoolboy, a comparison I
immediately regretted as, given his intent, it seemed wildly inappropriate.
    I sighed and groaned as I gave into the urge to grind myself
against his face. I have no idea if he was particularly skilled or I was just
particularly turned on, but it didn’t take long. As I came I tightened my legs
around him and gripped his hair between my fingers, pulling him to me as I rode
out a surprisingly gentle and restrained orgasm.
    When his glistening face emerged from between my thighs the
grin was still there. He had been enjoying himself.
    “You’ve done that before haven’t you?”
    “Oh, once or twice. Bedroom?”
    “I thought you’d never ask.”
    Our greedy fingers worked at his clothes, stripping him as I
pushed him backwards, towards the bedroom. Whenever I fumbled clumsily, he
recovered with supernatural grace and between the two of us we managed to make
it to the bed without incident.
    I held my palm against his chest and entwined my fingers in
the gorgeous, dark hair as I pushed him backwards onto the bed. He winced as he
toppled, my hand tugging at his hair.
    His manhood was magnificent, jutting straight up from his
thighs like a… well like a large erect penis I guess. Half an hour ago I might
have hesitated, but now I was ready. I wanted this. I wanted to feel him
stretch and fill me. I wanted…
    I gasped as I climbed on top of him and lowered myself. I
had been a little concerned about his size, but it was the heat that I wasn’t
prepared for. I had to pause for a moment, to gather myself. It was unexpected,
but not unpleasant. In fact as I got used to it I found it to be quite nice
indeed.
    I loved this position. He tried to thrust against me but I
placed both hands on his chest and made it clear that for now all he had to do
was lie back and enjoy the ride.
    I rolled my hips, keeping him deep inside me as I worked
them in slow, lazy circles.
    “Oh… Oh yeah.”
    I smiled benevolently down