Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) Read Online Free
Author: Cassie Laurent
Tags: Western, rough sex, Texas, alpha male, cowboy, Billionaire, ranch, BBW, Curvy, Big Girl, Big Beautiful Woman, Plus Size, rubenesque
Don somehow found out. Besides, it’d been so damn long since I’d had a man. What was wrong with a little make-out session?
Before I knew it, what had started with a few wet kisses turned into something much hotter and much dirtier. As I continued grinding up against him, I felt his monster cock getting hard in his tight jeans. I reached down to stroke it with my hand, running my fingers along the rough denim fabric as our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths. This was it, my last chance to turn back, to stop myself from letting Wyatt have his way with me.
But I wasn’t going to stop him. I wanted it as much as he did. Feeling that cock pressed up against me made me wet. I kept grinding as Wyatt unbuttoned my shirt and snapped my bra off. I took a cup in each hand and slipped them off of my big breasts, exposing my nipples. Our lip-lock broke and I felt his lips kissing down my neck towards my breasts. He pushed them together and rolled his tongue over my nipples, making them stiff with stimulation. I let out a soft moan to let him know I liked it.
After a few moments, I decided I’d had enough, that it was time to pull that cock out and give him a good suck. I just wanted him inside me so badly. I didn’t care if it was my mouth or my pussy, I just wanted to feel his cock, that hard, pulsing snake of pleasure that I hadn’t had in months.
I slid down off of his lap after giving him one last wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Getting down on my knees in front of him, I ran my hands up his big, powerful thighs, the fingers of my right hand gliding over the big pipe in his jeans as I reached for his belt buckle; a huge buckle engraved with the letters “LWM.”
I pulled the belt through the loops of his jeans and started to undo the buttons. I glanced up to find Wyatt looking down at me with great anticipation. He’d have been even more excited if he knew the things I was about to do to him with my mouth. Some girls don’t like giving head, but I’m not one of them. I like the taste and the feeling of a huge powerful rod thumping the back of my throat, but only when it’s with a man like this; someone powerful who takes control.
Sliding his jeans and underwear off over his thighs, his erect cock sprang out. It was rock hard, bobbing right in front of me, begging me to suck it. I ran my hands from his knees up his thighs, feeling his skin and the big muscles beneath. I grabbed his cock and started to gently jerk it back and forth, careful with my fingers on his sensitive head. I moved my hand up under his shirt and over his six-pack abs as I leaned in to give the head a wet kiss. Then I looked up at him.
“Take off your shirt,” I said.
I watched intently, my hand still on his cock as he pulled his black and red plaid shirt up over his head, exposing a broad chest, with hard pecs that melded into his big shoulders. I saw his bicep muscles tense, and got a sense that he was showing off intentionally. He knew how hot he was . That’s why he had the confidence to come down here and take me. I liked that sort of cockiness in a man.
Hesitantly, I put my lips around the fat head of his cock. He was absolutely enormous and truth be told, I’d never had a man who’d filled my mouth up quite like this. But I was starving for his huge dick and gladly slurped and sucked at him, slickening that hard rod with saliva as I licked my way up and down his shaft. I played with his balls, running my fingers through them as I took his cock down my throat, his enormous size triggering my gag reflex.
Wyatt ran his hands through my hair, holding the back of my head and guiding my mouth as I bobbed up and down, going faster now, rapidly in and out. There was something primal about it, the taste of his pre-cum salty in my mouth, his musk all around me. He was a real man and I hadn’t been with anyone like this in a long time.
I was glad I’d given in to my temptation. To hell with better judgment. I wouldn’t need judgment
Before I knew it, what had started with a few wet kisses turned into something much hotter and much dirtier. As I continued grinding up against him, I felt his monster cock getting hard in his tight jeans. I reached down to stroke it with my hand, running my fingers along the rough denim fabric as our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths. This was it, my last chance to turn back, to stop myself from letting Wyatt have his way with me.
But I wasn’t going to stop him. I wanted it as much as he did. Feeling that cock pressed up against me made me wet. I kept grinding as Wyatt unbuttoned my shirt and snapped my bra off. I took a cup in each hand and slipped them off of my big breasts, exposing my nipples. Our lip-lock broke and I felt his lips kissing down my neck towards my breasts. He pushed them together and rolled his tongue over my nipples, making them stiff with stimulation. I let out a soft moan to let him know I liked it.
After a few moments, I decided I’d had enough, that it was time to pull that cock out and give him a good suck. I just wanted him inside me so badly. I didn’t care if it was my mouth or my pussy, I just wanted to feel his cock, that hard, pulsing snake of pleasure that I hadn’t had in months.
I slid down off of his lap after giving him one last wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Getting down on my knees in front of him, I ran my hands up his big, powerful thighs, the fingers of my right hand gliding over the big pipe in his jeans as I reached for his belt buckle; a huge buckle engraved with the letters “LWM.”
I pulled the belt through the loops of his jeans and started to undo the buttons. I glanced up to find Wyatt looking down at me with great anticipation. He’d have been even more excited if he knew the things I was about to do to him with my mouth. Some girls don’t like giving head, but I’m not one of them. I like the taste and the feeling of a huge powerful rod thumping the back of my throat, but only when it’s with a man like this; someone powerful who takes control.
Sliding his jeans and underwear off over his thighs, his erect cock sprang out. It was rock hard, bobbing right in front of me, begging me to suck it. I ran my hands from his knees up his thighs, feeling his skin and the big muscles beneath. I grabbed his cock and started to gently jerk it back and forth, careful with my fingers on his sensitive head. I moved my hand up under his shirt and over his six-pack abs as I leaned in to give the head a wet kiss. Then I looked up at him.
“Take off your shirt,” I said.
I watched intently, my hand still on his cock as he pulled his black and red plaid shirt up over his head, exposing a broad chest, with hard pecs that melded into his big shoulders. I saw his bicep muscles tense, and got a sense that he was showing off intentionally. He knew how hot he was . That’s why he had the confidence to come down here and take me. I liked that sort of cockiness in a man.
Hesitantly, I put my lips around the fat head of his cock. He was absolutely enormous and truth be told, I’d never had a man who’d filled my mouth up quite like this. But I was starving for his huge dick and gladly slurped and sucked at him, slickening that hard rod with saliva as I licked my way up and down his shaft. I played with his balls, running my fingers through them as I took his cock down my throat, his enormous size triggering my gag reflex.
Wyatt ran his hands through my hair, holding the back of my head and guiding my mouth as I bobbed up and down, going faster now, rapidly in and out. There was something primal about it, the taste of his pre-cum salty in my mouth, his musk all around me. He was a real man and I hadn’t been with anyone like this in a long time.
I was glad I’d given in to my temptation. To hell with better judgment. I wouldn’t need judgment
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