Big Girls & Bad Boys: 8 Scorching Hot BBW Alpha Male Romance Novellas Box Set

by D. H. Cameron

  “No, we don’t,” I replied as Jack let me go, donned his own helmet, then climbed on his bike and fired it up. He rolled the throttle back and his old school bike roared and rumbled shaking the pavement beneath my heels. I smiled and climbed on behind Jack. My arms slid around his broad torso and then I whispered, “Scare the hell out me, Jack.”

  He looked back and grinned wickedly a moment before we roared off. I squealed despite myself as Jack roared to the end of the street, turned around, flew past Hogs and Heifers and then turned the wrong way. I didn’t ask where we were going, as if I could have if I’d wanted to. The rush of the wind and the rumble of the bike made that nearly impossible. We were near the interchange between the two major freeways in Las Vegas. I assumed Jack was taking the freeway back to my condo but he went the wrong way again when we got to the freeway.

  I just let him take me wherever it was he wanted. I didn’t care. On the freeway now, Jack really opened up the throttle and we flew down the freeway at what I guessed was ninety miles an hour but was probably more like seventy. We weaved around cars as we went and I squeezed Jack tighter. He was doing what I’d asked. I was scared out of my wits but having a ball. Kind of like a roller coaster, thrilling and frightening at the same time but I could actually die on this ride. Jack stared straight ahead, focusing on the road ahead. Then after several miles, we took an off ramp and stopped at a red light at the cross street.

  “Like that?” he turned and asked.

  “Uh...yeah,” I replied as my heart pounded and I felt the adrenaline in my veins again. “Where are we going?” I asked, too curious not to ask now.

  “My place,” Jack told me as the light turned green and off we went. We only went a block or so and then turned into a trailer park. I felt the feeling again, the same feeling I had when Jack told me he dived into dumpsters and collected junk, but I pushed it aside. So what if he lived in a trailer park? We rode down the narrow lane between single wide mobile homes and old travel trailers that had been converted to permanent homes. Then I saw what I instantly knew was Jack’s place.

  We pulled into a narrow drive and parked next to an old trailer, an Airstream. I knew this because my parents were RVers. Airstream trailers were coveted among some RV aficionados, vintage trailers that people loved to restore to their former shining glory. In front of that, an old, red 1950s pickup was parked. Both were immaculate, the Airstream’s bare aluminum sides polished smooth and bright, the truck looking like it just rolled off the assembly line save for the low stance and fat tires. Astroturf covered the asphalt pad under the trailer’s red and white striped awning with two Adirondack chairs alongside a small table under it. There was even a pink, plastic flamingo and a small flag pole complete with an American flag lit from below.

  “Home sweet home, doll,” Jack said as he shut his bike down and rest it on the kickstand. Then he climbed off and helped me off as well. He led me to the door on the side of the trailer, unlocked it and ushered me in as he opened the door. It was dark but as Jack followed me up the steps, he flipped several switches and the trailer came to life.

  “Oh my Lord!” I exclaimed. I should have expected what I saw. It wasn’t anything like my parents’ motorhome but it was just as nice. On the near end was a big broad sofa, for lack of a better term, upholstered in worn, brown leather and adorned with soft fabric pillow but it was as big as a full-size bed. It looked perfect for lounging around on a lazy day. The walls were dark wood and brushed metal, the floor worn wooden planks. The kitchen area was lifted right out of some 1950s dream home. The counter was shaped like an “L” and at the end were two old stools like you might find in an old diner, black leather with chrome legs.

  “Like?” Jack asked. I turned and nodded.

  “You built this, didn’t you?” I asked.

  “I pulled this old trailer out of a junk yard in Arizona and most of this stuff is scavenged from somewhere or another. The floor used to be barn in central Nevada. I restored it all,” he told me. I think that’s when I got it. Jack’s bike wasn’t a piece of junk; it was a piece of art. This trailer and everything in it was vintage, old, forgotten junk that Jack turned into beautiful, functional art. I understood what he did for a living suddenly and why.

  “It’s beautiful. Does it have a bedroom?” I asked. My parents’ motorhome did and even though the trailer wasn’t as large as their behemoth, it wasn’t tiny either.

  “I was just going to show you. I can wait to hear your story later,” he said as he took my hand and led me past the kitchen area through a short corridor and into his bedroom. Here, the wood floor gave way to soft shag carpet. The fifties feel of the living area gave way to a sixties free love vibe. The light wood paneled walls were covered in old rock concert posters. The bed sported a simple white bedspread and colorful throw pillows. Jack hit some more switches and the rest of the trailer went dark while the bright lights illuminating the bedroom were replaced with purple blacklights causing some of the posters to begin to glow.

  “Ooh, I like that,” I said as I turned to face Jack.

  “I like you,” he said as his hand found the hem of my dress and he began to pull it up. I let him, raising my arms so he could get it off. He pulled it from my arms and then tossed it into the corner of the small bedroom leaving me standing there in only my garter belt, lace top stockings and red heels locked about my ankles. Then Jack’s big hands slid over my shoulders and around my neck. He kissed me deeply for a moment but then he pushed me down forcing me onto my knees as he took off his t-shirt.

  I knew what he wanted but he told me anyway, “Suck it, doll. Suck my cock.” I smiled up and then turned my attention to his blue jeans. I was all too happy to let Jack order me to do what he wanted. I was probably going to do it anyway. I unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. But I left Jack like that as I caressed his denim-covered legs and ass. The thick ridge behind his boxers swelled. Oh my Lord, he was so big. I ran my hand over his tortured length, teasing him. Jack growled softly and he grew even larger as I grasped his jeans and suddenly yanked them down to his knees.

  Jack chuckled as he watched me play. I softly traced his fat shaft through the thin cotton of his boxers as Jack shed his t-shirt. That caused Jack’s cock to jump. I teased and played for several moments before I yanked Jack’s boxers down to where his jeans rested. His manhood swelled even further as it came to attention and turned to iron before my eyes. I reached up and caressed his soft sheath. Jack exhaled as my soft hands met his velvet encased steel rod.

  “Fuck!” he hissed as I more firmly stroked his broad shaft.

  “You want to fuck my mouth, Rogue?” I asked seductively using his road name. His once silly nickname was growing on me.

  “More than anything, doll,” he said breathlessly.

  “Not yet,” I teased and pushed Jack’s shaft against his flat, rippled stomach and ran my tongue up between his balls to his swollen crown and back again. I made the trip once more, but this time with my lips, kissing his hard cock as I went. Jack shivered in anticipation and I loved the power I had to please him. Once back at his base, I took one of his jewels into my mouth and sucked on it hard. Jack groaned and I looked up into his eyes and traded that one for the other and sucked on it too.

  I found it to be quite intoxicating, serving this tall, sexy biker. Giving him pleasure gave me a deep satisfaction. I let go of his shaft and slid my hands around his hips digging my dark nails into his hard behind as I took Jack’s crown into my mouth. I sucked and swirled my tongue around his purple head for a moment and then pulled him in deeper with my hands. I slid my dark lips up and down his shaft and then pulled him in even deeper. Soon Jack was bumping against the back of my mouth.

  “Swallow it, you sexy whore,” Jack urged me. He was getting rather excited and my pussy ached for him but I could wait a bit longer. I inhaled deeply and then I pulled Jack’s entire length into my mouth and made him disappear as my lips kissed his torso. I held him there
, deep in my throat, fighting the urge to expel him. “Fuck! You look sexy with my cock in your throat,” Jack said breathlessly as I stared into his eyes and then I let him go. I took his shaft in my hand as I fondled his soft sack with the other and sucked him for all I was worth.

  See, I must’ve been a bad girl all along because I taught myself to do that with a banana back in high school but Jack was the first man to ever warrant me trying the real thing. I never took my eyes from his as I pleased him with my mouth as well as my hands, driving Jack towards the edge but keeping him from going too close. Jack reached down, grabbed handfuls of my dark hair and he took control. I let him, as my hands fell to my breasts and I pinched my nipples and kneaded my heavy pillows. Jack did as he promised, fucking my mouth hard and fast, using me to obtain his own pleasure. However, I was surprised at how much pleasure I found in letting Jack have his way.

  I let Jack set the pace, just a plaything in his hands. He stared down at me, his teeth clenched, as he buried himself in my mouth. I slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed myself as Jack held himself there deep in my throat beyond the point I thought I could stand. I forced myself, however, to let Jack do as he wanted and the thrill was undeniable. Then suddenly, Jack pulled from my mouth. I gagged but I’d never been so turned on in my life. Saliva coating Jack’s big cock and tendrils still hung between it and my lips.

  Without a word, he lifted me to my feet and tossed me roughly onto the bed. I landed on my back and watched Jack pull off his boots and slip out of his jeans. As he finished, Jack pushed my legs into the air, he knelt between my thighs and went about devouring me. His tongue, lips and teeth teased, tormented and tugged at my naked pussy. I squealed in delight as Jack roughly ate my sopping sex. His hands roamed the deep valleys and round hills of my body, kneading my flesh and drawing forth goose bumps in his wake. I felt a wild urge build within me and then Jack sucked my swollen nub into his mouth and slid two fingers into my honey hole.

  I arched and screamed, wondering if this trailer would contain my cries and deciding I didn’t care. A wildfire spread from my core, consuming me in its wake and leaving behind a warm glow. Jack ravished me with a hearty enthusiasm as his fingers found that special place inside. He firmly massaged me from within as his teeth held my hot button and his tongue tickled it. I sat up and watched Jack do his work but as another climax took me, I flopped back onto the bed and desperately dug my fingers into the bedspread. A wild bolt of delicious lighting surged up my spine and throughout my body. I tensed and shuddered as the pleasure ravaged me. Finally, I surrendered control and I shrieked like I’d gone insane.

  “Fuck me, Rogue!” I demanded but Jack ignored me. The biker continued performing magic between my creamy thighs. I sat up and ordered again, “Fuck me!” Jack ignored me once again and I felt another climax build but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to come all over his magnificent manhood. I wanted him inside of me.

  I placed my palm on his forehead and pushed his head back and growled, “Goddammit, fuck me!” Jack grinned and pushed my hand aside and dove back between my legs. What the...? Then I remembered his prediction. After he fucked my mouth he wanted to watch me ride him. Fine, I guess that’s what I was going to do as if I was going to complain or something. I slid out from under Jack but he grabbed my thighs and wouldn’t let me go. I pushed his head back again and playfully slapped his face.

  “Get your biker ass up in this bed so I can fuck you,” I demanded. Jack laughed and hopped up and did as I asked finally. I shook my head as he did and then slapped his ass as hard as I could as he crawled past. I don’t think it hurt him a bit but my hand tingled with pain. He flopped on his back and his thick, wet, throbbing cock stood ready for me. I straddled him just like I climbed onto his bike and bent to kiss him.

  “That was amazing but when I tell you to fuck me, you’d better fuck me. Got that?” I playfully admonished him and tugged his beard. Jack grinned at me but as I slid down his long, broad shaft his eyes rolled back in his head and he exhaled deeply. I did too as Jack filled me to the brim. Damn, that felt as good as I remembered. I put my hands on Jack’s broad chest and began bouncing on his fat shaft, working my lush body for Jack’s pleasure as well as mine. His hands grasped my hips and his fingers dug into my succulent skin.

  “My Lord, that feels good!” I exclaimed as I built up a head of steam. This wasn’t going to last very long because I wasn’t going to slow down for anything, but it was going to be good.

  “And you look amazing,” Jack told me. I smiled at that as an orgasm took me.

  I sighed and whimpered as it coursed through me, “Oh, fuck! Yes. Yes! Yes!!” My body shuddered each time my forgiving behind met Jack’s unrelenting body, my breasts jiggled seductively as I went nuts on Jack’s cock. I reached between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit as Jack’s hands massaged my ass. Oh my Lord, this was crazy, absolutely hedonistic and utterly mind-blowing.

  “Ride me, Brandy. Ride that big cock. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” Jack asked and I could only nod in agreement as I sobbed in complete delight. Then his hand hit my ass leaving it burning in pain. I shrieked but the sensation pushed me into overdrive.

  “I’m a bad girl. A naughty slut, a wild bitch and your sexy fucking whore,” I told Jack as much for his benefit as mine. Then I hauled off and slapped him across the face. His devilish grin turned into an evil smile and I knew I’d just awakened the beast. He seized my throat and squeezed as he spanked me again and again leaving my ass glowing red. I lost my fucking mind, wailing and screaming as pleasure blotted out all else. I rode Jack with complete abandon as I rubbed my sensitive button. Jack left my burning ass alone and began slapping my big breasts and then pinched and twisted my nipples until I shrieked in blissful pain.

  “C’mon, doll! Come for me. Come all over my big dick!” Jack ordered. I already was, the intense climaxes coming one after another. But Jack had plans for me I didn’t foresee. He let go of my neck and he took my jaw in his big hand and his finger slipped into my mouth. I sucked it greedily, indulging my long-suppressed and dirty desires. Then Jack took his finger from me and his hands disappeared behind my back. He spread my ass wide and that finger found my pink, rosy hole and he buried it inside.

  I arched as the wondrous sensation of that finger mixed with the joy his cock gave me. I collapsed forward and wrapped my hands around Jack’s neck and held on for all I was worth. I could barely comprehend the overwhelming spasms. My breath caught in my throat as I struggled to express the emotions that coursed through me and then I simply cried out and began to sob. Jack would not relent, however. He continued to give me what I needed as I wailed against his neck and kissed him desperately.

  “Damn, that’s beautiful,” he whispered. As I cried and released the pent up tension, I claimed some control of myself. I raised my head and took Jack’s face in my hands, staring into his eyes.

  “Please come all over my face,” I begged him and then weakly slapped him again. Jack grinned warmly but that warmth was replaced with mischief and suddenly, I found myself on my back as Jack hammered into me as he held me tight. I exploded, every nerve, every fiber of my being, erupting in sheer ecstasy. I screamed as my body went stiff and my fingers found the bedspread again, digging in as I hoped to cling to something real as the ecstasy had its way with me. Then Jack withdrew as I literally saw stars and a moment later he knelt next to me.

  I grabbed him and tugged, desperate for his hot treasure. Then suddenly, Jack gushed forth, his searing and generous orgasm pumping from his beautiful manhood all over my face. He made me a hot mess. I gathered his thick orgasm on my fingers and licked them clean as Jack finally expelled the last of his warmth. I found myself giggling as I continued to treat myself to slippery fingers covered in Jack’s thick, gooey orgasm.

  Jack’s chest heaved as he relaxed. I turned and sucked his crown, coaxing even more of his salty-sweet treat onto my tongue. He laughed softly as he watched and then pulled free and moved towards my feet.
He found the locks holding my red pumps in place. “Where’s the key?” he asked.

  “I left it at home,” I told him. Jack frowned for a moment but then he nodded. He reached down and found his jeans and pulled something free. It was a multi-tool and he opened it revealing pliers but apparently they had some kind of cutting surface as well.

  “Very resourceful, MacGyver,” I teased. Jack cut one lock and then the other, removed my shoes and set them and the tool aside. Then he undid my garters and peeled my stockings down my legs and off. Just like he did the last time we were together, Jack lay next to me and cleaned the mess he’d made from my face. Once I was cleaned up, he kissed me. I stroked his face as he cupped my breasts. I savored his warm lips and tongue for a moment and then pushed him away.

  “Don’t you like your own flavor?” I asked playfully. Jack cocked an eyebrow and then brought my soaked stocking to his mouth and sucked the treat from it. I broke out laughing at that. “You’re a sicko!” I teased but then I pushed the stocking aside and kissed Jack, getting another taste. I don’t know why, but that was sexy as hell and more than a bit kinky. I lay back and waited for Jack to hold me but instead he got up and went to his small closet and pulled out a black t-shirt and I watched in confusion. He tossed it at me.

  “It’s early. Sleep’s overrated. It’s warm and you own me a story. Put that on and meet me out in the front yard. I’ll get us some beers,” he said and retrieved his own t-shirt and then found some cargo shorts and put them on as he went to the living room. I did as he asked and went to join him. The t-shirt came half-way to my knees so I was covered well enough to sit outdoors in the dark though I really didn’t care. Jack was waiting on one of his chairs, two beers on the small table along with a cigar and lighter.