by Christa Wick
Guiding me to the door, Dante unlocked it and we entered. He touched the tip of my nose lightly. "Stay right here."
I obeyed, watching the graceful way he walked over to the folding couch and flipped it.
"You're quite fast, Dante Serrano," I teased as he drew a white linen sheet from a side cupboard and spread it across what was now a bed. A quilt of white eyelet and blue ribbons followed and then he crooked a finger and beckoned me to him.
He kissed my neck, his fingers stroking my hair. "Gives me more time to drive you crazy."
"I'm all for that." I yanked the bottom of his t-shirt out of his jeans and drew the fabric up his magnificent body. He moved to do the same to me but I gently blocked his hands. "Oh, no. I want you completely naked first."
Grinning, Dante interlaced his fingers and rested his hands atop his head, leaving me to finish the task. I dropped lightly to my knees and looked up at him. He drew a shaky breath in, the grin growing dead serious as I unthreaded the buttons on his jeans. I tugged the denim and cotton briefs halfway down his hips, just enough to free his fully erect cock.
"Talk about achy," I teased and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft.
"Very," he moaned.
I looked up, batting my eyelashes at him. Once again, I felt beautiful in a way that only Dante had ever drawn out. I wet my lips, my chest swelling at his mesmerized stare. "Would you like me to make it all better?"
He nodded, solemn as a church confessional, which only made me feel more naughty and daring. I tugged at him, drawing the fat head closer to my mouth. He started to reach down as my lips brushed its top.
"Oh, no. Those hands stay on your head." He obeyed, immediately compliant. After a week of not being the one in control, I wanted a full measure of him moaning and helpless.
I licked the slit, my tongue capturing the translucent pearl of pre-cum. Looking up again, I smeared the drop against my top lip then licked it away. My head dipped again, my lips capturing the entire head and starting a slow bob. Dante rose up on his tiptoes, groaning.
"Let me see you," he pleaded with me.
Sinking a little closer to the floor, I arched my head back, my eyes locked on his as I ran my tongue along the sides of his shaft. He bit at his lip, his cock twitching with need in the tight sleeve of my fingers. Too long to take all the way to the base, I slid my lips halfway down the length, the head already pushing against the back of my throat.
Still holding onto his head, his elbows met in front of his face, tension straining his whole upper body as he curled toward me. His lips parted and then he shook his head. "Baby, I want to come inside you."
I pulled away long enough to tease him. "This is inside me."
Sucking him in a little deeper, I ran my fingertips down his shaft to tease his balls. They were wonderfully heavy, each one big enough on its own to fill my palm. I squeezed one gently as my mouth suctioned harder around Dante's cock.
"Liv, baby, please…"
Releasing him again, I tugged his jeans a little lower and ordered him to sit. "You can rest your arms behind you."
I waited until he complied then stripped his boots and the last of his clothes away. Standing in front of him, I started to undress. He made a move to help me, but I pushed him back and issued a stern-voiced warning. "Stay."
He chewed impatiently at his lip as I removed my blouse and bra. Cupping the bottom of my breasts, I tested their weight, noting how swollen and tender they felt. Releasing them, I stripped my bottom layer of clothing away and knelt once more on the floor. I pushed Dante's thighs apart. Reaching between my legs, I drew a thick coating of my moisture along one fingertip.
My other hand wrapping around his shaft, I pulled Dante forward until his ass hovered at the edge of the cushion. I trailed the wet finger along his exposed perineum, the slick pad finding and teasing his ass as my lips sealed around his cock once more. He almost shot off the couch, his thighs and ass muscles flexing as he groaned and lifted. He tossed his head back, letting me do exactly as I would.
Sucking him deeper into my mouth, my fingertip took a shallow dip inside him. Seeing his whole body shiver, I pushed a little deeper.
"Baby, I'm going to come in that sweet mouth."
I moaned, my approval vibrating along his shaft as I made little dips in and out of him, never sinking past the end joint. He came quickly, filling my mouth twice as I swallowed him down.
His seed spent, he seized me, lifting me quickly and placing me flat on my back. He nuzzled my neck, his hands everywhere as he whispered in my ear. "So very dirty, Liv. I'm going to enjoy taking you like that."
Goosebumps rolled in waves over my skin at the thought of him stroking inside me back there, with his fingers or the long, fat cock I'd just sucked to climax.
Moving down my body to kiss my breasts, Dante chuckled. "Oh, yes. I'm going to enjoy it very much."
He brought my feet closer to my bottom, his body nestled between them so that my thighs were spread wide open. Pushing three fingers into my throbbing cunt, he kept his thumb pressed against the clit. Sunlight filtered through the white eyelet, the small even row of holes sprinkling brighter light over my breasts and stomach like small diamonds.
His fingers still in me, Dante palmed a breast, milked it until it was deliciously sore and swollen and my cream flowed steadily between my legs. Looking down, he grinned. His hands shifted, the fingers in my cunt moving down to trace circles around my ass while the hand at my breast moved down to keep my pussy primed and wet. Slowly, he pushed into both holes simultaneously. My back arched, my climax almost upon me.
I closed my eyes, opening them again to look at him as he spoke to me.
"You're so beautiful, Liv."
I blinked, my lips rolling against one another as I fought a fresh surge of emotion. Reading me perfectly, Dante shushed me, his gentle fingers as effective as his tender tones in relaxing me.
"That's it, baby. Just feel me."
I nodded, my hips starting to wiggle, my ass pressing and squirming against the cushion as my pulse took up a heavy throb through my cunt and ass. He stroked slow but deep, both sets of fingers curling and twisting inside me, the thickness of their position making twin knots of pleasure.
"Yes, love, ride it." His thumb found my clit again -- my mind shattering at the contact of its calloused pad against the sensitive, swollen pearl hiding under the hood. He stroked inside and out, his whole body part of the sure and steady rhythm. His thumb ran fat circles around the end of my clit that slowly narrowed down once more to land firmly on that kernel of pure pleasure.
"Dante--" My release broke over me, hard and fast but unabating. I gestured at him, my hands making little "give me" squeezes because I wanted his cock filling me.
He entered me, driving deep. His arms wrapped under and around my shoulders, he held me close as he buried his face against the curve of my neck.
"I love you." My lips whispered over the crown of his head while my fingers stroked the dark silken strands. "I never stopped loving you."
He moaned, the sound as wet as the tears against my neck as his lashes brushed against my skin. He came with me then, whispering his love against my flesh as our bodies strained toward one another, ripples of pleasure widening the further they spread from the hot core of our joining until, panting and moaning, we ground to a halt.
Relaxing on his side, Dante slid down and kissed the rise of my belly as he looked up at me, his gold-green gaze intense with the heavy fringe of black lashes. He brushed his fingertips over my stomach, the context of his question clear. "Do you think it's too late, Liv?"
A baby -- a green-eyed, dark-haired, golden skinned baby. I smiled and shook my head. "It's never too late when there's love."
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Curves of Steele – you can make it happen!
When the first iteration of Killer Curves (KC1) was published, I always intended to develop a police procedural series featuring Delta Steele, solving individual cases in each book as she works toward solving the murder of her brother. Alas, the KC1's performance loudly suggested I not write a police procedural. If you disagree – shout about it! Tweet or Like Killer Curves, post a review in the store, on goodreads, etc.
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Beauty and the Wolf
Valiant (New Species, Book Three) (New school shifters, non-BBW)
Reluctant Muse (BBW Erotic Romance) (Light on paranormal but heavy on the BBW)
Beast Next Door (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance)
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