Curves for the Werewolf Cowboy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf Mate)
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He’s what I’ve been waiting for, and each thrust drives home the point. I’m moaning, saying his name. Nearly breathless, I beg him to go harder, telling him I’m close, to finish inside me and send me over the edge.
Warmth shoots through me, the white-lightning of hot up, his seed swimming around inside me. My own orgasm catalyzed by his last thrusts. I gyrated, pushing my pelvis into his, holding onto his shoulders, squeezing the bulky muscles of his arms. I dig my nails in the pleasure is so intense.
So you’ll be my mate?
I can’t even concentrate on the question, but he should know the answer by now. There’s so much more to learn about each other, but I know enough to be sure that we’re made for each other, that somehow we were fated to be together. Our thoughts mingle together in the hot air of the hotel room.
I feel Clay pull out of me, his cock still hard for now, its tip stretching my lips, one last taste of that big pleasure. He gets up to open a window, letting in the cool air of a fall night. I sit up in bed, the straps of my dress still dangling off my shoulders, the contours of my breasts outlined and contrasted in the moonlight.
Clay turns and stares back at me, and for the moment I’m shy. I cover up, not sure why I feel this way. I stare back at him, his body a silhouette against the light that comes in from the window. There’s a full moon tonight.
I smile to myself. Should I really be surprised?
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The Werewolf Claims His Virgin (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf Mate)
Synopsis:
Curvy Becca just can't seem to get things right. She's having problems with her snobby roommates and issues with her ex-boyfriend Skyler. Nothing seems to be working out. But then there's Nathan, a handsome guy who lives in her dormitory. He seems indifferent to most girls, but there's something mysterious about him, something dangerous.
She's interested, but what will she do when she finds out his true wolf nature? Will she let him claim her as his mate, or fight her desire to give up her innocence to him? Does she really have a choice?
Warning: This 8,000+ word story contains scenes of graphic language, a curvaceous bbw girl, rough sex, and explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a plus size girl and a sexy werewolf alpha packmaster. Intended Only for Mature Audiences 18+.
Excerpt:
I was walking home late from a party at a frat house on a Friday night. I was supposed to be studying, but I knew I couldn’t concentrate on textbooks when there was a big party to go to. Besides, I had the whole rest of the weekend to study if I wanted to. There was plenty of time for hitting the books before my midterms next week.
I was forced to walk because I knew I’d be way too drunk later to drive back to my dorm room. The walk hadn’t been so bad on the way to the party. I’d walked two blocks away and had another friend pick me up on the way to the frat. Now that it was almost 3:00 AM, however, no one was sober enough to give me a ride back. It wasn’t a big deal, the walk was only about a mile and a half, but I was really tired and super drunk. I figured that if I just didn’t think about it too much, maybe I’d get home sooner.
Instead I thought about the party that night, how I’d drunkenly made out with Skyler, my ex, in the bathroom. He’d wanted to take me back to his place, or into one of the empty bedrooms in the frat house, but even though I was drunk, I still had enough sense to turn him down. A little casual make out was fine, but I wasn’t ready to let him sleep with me. I was still a virgin, after all, and I wanted my first time to be special.
At first when I turned Skyler down he’d kept trying to persuade me, trying to get in my pants and start playing with my pussy. I wouldn’t let him, so he got pissed and stormed off out of the party. He’d sent me a few more texts trying to get me to change my mind. I told him it was too late and that I was already on my way home, maybe another time. I didn’t want him to be mad at me, and maybe sometime in the future I would like to sleep with him, but not tonight, tonight just wasn’t right.
As I rounded the corner of a block about a mile away from my dorm, I saw a sort of familiar figure lurking just under one of the streetlights. The soft, weak light from the lamp cast an eerie glow on the figure that really freaked me out, so I decided to cross over the street to the other side, wanting to avoid confrontation at all costs.
My shoes pattered across the pavement as I quickly made my way across the street. I could tell from the pace of my walk that I was growing more and more nervous. My heart was racing. I lived in such a safe neighborhood, but something about the figure under the light was really bothering me at the moment. I held my purse tightly into my chest, as if somehow this would protect me. Then I heard someone calling my name.
“Becca, wait up.”
I was surprised by this, but I could tell how nervous I was by the fact that it only made me move faster. Who was calling my name, someone I knew or some deranged stalker? All I wanted was to be home in the safety of my own bed.
“Becca, chill the fuck out. I need to talk to you,” said the voice, getting closer. It sounded familiar, and then I realized it was Skyler.
“What the hell? You almost scared me to death, Skyler. What are you doing here?” I asked, a wave of relief washing over me as I realized I no longer had to fear for my life. But this momentary peace was soon replaced by anger as I demanded an answer from him.
“Becca, I just wanted to talk. Can we talk for a bit?” he asked, trying to turn on his charm again, to ease my fears and get me to smile.
“Sure, but I want to go home soon, I’m really tired,” I said, faking my anger at this point. In reality I was always a sucker for his charm. I just barely held back a small grin.
Skyler didn’t really plan on talking, however. As soon as he got closer he went in for a kiss, grabbing my voluptuous ass with his hands and pulling my body close to his. I kissed him back, but I wasn’t super into it. His breath tasted like stale beer. Plus, I was tired and not really in the mood, but I played along for a few minutes.
He pulled me into one of the backyards in the neighborhood, laying me down on the cool grass as we made out. I felt his hands moving over my body, creeping his hand into my shirt and fondling my supple breasts. I gave him a moan, but it was more out of pity than anything else. Then he started fumbling with the buttons on my jeans, trying to get at my tight pussy. I let him struggle for a second, sort of amused at how hard he was trying, but before I knew it he had gotten it undone and was about to start rubbing me.
It actually felt pretty good, maybe he actually knew what he was doing. I wouldn’t go all the way with him, but it did feel nice. Plus he was pretty cute, after all. Maybe if we started dating again. Then I felt him try to stick a finger inside me. I tapped him on the shoulder.
“No, not tonight,” I said gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but also not wanting to take it that far. I’d never even fingered myself before.
“Why not?” he asked, trying to remain casual, but coming off annoyed.
“I’m not ready yet,” I explained, hoping he would get the picture and back off.
“But I want you so bad, Becca. I bet your pussy is so sweet. I want to put my cock inside you.”
“Skyler, NO. I don’t want to tonight.”
“Well, will you at least give me a BJ?”
“No, I’m too tired. I want to go to bed.”
“What the fuck? Why are you always such a bitch?” he said loudly. He was nearly yelling at me at this point and I was afraid he might wake up the people in the house of the yard we were in. Then his tone shifted, as if he knew that this wasn’t the way to get me out of my pants. So he tried the nice guy approach again: “I mean, c’mon babe. I’ve wanted you for so long, are you really going to make me wait?”
He moved his head away from my face, kissing my abs and working his way down to
my pussy, kissing me just above my clit. I felt him start to lick me and I pushed him away.
“No, Skyler. I said NO. Get off me!”
He wouldn’t budge, he held me, pinning my arms to the ground, as he tried to kiss me again. I wasn’t feeling it now, however, and I tried to push him off. But he had too strong of a grip. Dammit, I should never have gone to this party, I thought. I should have just stayed in and studied like a good student.
I was cowering in fear when suddenly a large creature jumped out of the bushes and knocked Skyler to the ground, leaving him convulsing in pain. I thought at first that it was the house owner’s dog, but it was much too big for a dog, and its face was too pointed and sharp. There was something about the creature’s eyes, an ice-cold blue, nearly glowing as they looked at me in the dark. For a second I was held there, as if in a trance. Then I regained my senses and screamed. I grabbed my purse and ran off as I saw the lights of the previously dark house turn on. The wolf-like creature hesitated for a second and then bounded into the bushes for cover, leaving Skyler’s unconscious body for the house owner to find.
I ran down the street, tears wetting the soft skin of my cheeks. Within minutes I was only about a block away and I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but I didn’t stop running. I was still terrified that the wolf might be after me next. When the dorm building came into view I slowed down, walking the last half of the block.
About the Author
Cassie Laurent is a young independent writer with a passion for erotic stories. She loves to explore the fantastic depths of erotica, conjuring up the hottest, steamiest scenes of lust, love and romance. She is a graphic designer by trade, but has always kept writing as a close personal interest. She believes, like the strokes of a brush and the colors of paint, words, too, can narrate an equally if not more vivid picture.
When she's not writing, Cassie loves to read, paint, try new foods, drink coffee, enjoy wine at the beach, keep up to date with the fashion world, and obsessively shop for new clothes.
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