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

by D. H. Cameron

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  ~7~

  After Marco gathered his workers and wished them a Merry Christmas we waited for them to leave the factory for the day and then Marco closed and locked the doors. Some of his employees would have to ready shipments or rotate the aging tobacco and cigars, but for the most part the factory would be closed for a week. Once that was accomplished, we walked back to Marco’s home and we took his Cadillac to get dinner. It felt rushed as both of us looked forward to an evening alone.

  We didn’t travel into the outskirts of Havana to visit Manuel, instead staying nearby. Marco took me down by the sea where we ate fresh fish tacos while walking along the shore. As we walked the sun sank into the Caribbean turning the sky pink, orange and red. We found a piece of driftwood and sat watching the brilliant colors fade to deep shades of purple.

  We stayed for a time but soon we could no longer endure the anticipation. No words were necessary, just a look and we both understood. I smiled and blushed as I gazed into Marco’s eyes and a wicked grin crossed his face. We stood as one and walked back to his car, our pace quicker than before. Once back at Marco’s home, he shed his jacket and hat at the door, locked it and turned to face me. The desire was evident in his eyes and the sexual tension was heavy in the air. The previous night had been just a taste and I wanted more. Marco seemed to want the same. “Finally, Nancy, I have you alone,” he told me.

  “And what are you going to do with me?” I asked suggestively.

  “Ravish you and make you scream and shudder beneath me,” Marco told me. He’d yet to be so bold in voicing his desires and I found the words mildly shocking yet incredibly arousing.

  “Not yet. I’ve wanted to do something all afternoon. Come here,” I told him. Marco came to me and I led him to his chair. I had him sit and then retrieved a glass of rum and a cigar for him. He thanked me, his eyes full of curiosity. I shoved his coffee table out of my way and then turned to face him.

  “Let me show you how much I appreciate your generosity and your affection,” I said as I began to unbutton my dress. Marco clipped the end of his cigar and then lit it, seemingly more than willing to observe and discover what I had planned. I took my time, enjoying his eyes on me in ways I had never before with any other man. I didn’t feel inadequate in his presence. Instead I felt sexy, alluring and most importantly, adventurous.

  I slipped my dress down my body and stepped from it, tossing it on the sofa. I ran my hands over my body seductively and Marco growled despite himself and then shifted in his chair. I suspected he was finding things uncomfortable in his trousers. He sipped his rum and then I took the glass from him, letting him get a good view of my cleavage as I did. I took a sip, more of a gulp, and then handed it back.

  “Do you like what you see?” I asked.

  “Without a doubt,” he said. I proceeded to remove my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Again Marco groaned as he admired my body. I kneaded my breasts for his pleasure, sighing as much to excite Marco as from the sensations of my own touch. Then I slid my hands down my body and slipped my thumbs under the band of my panties. I turned and bent letting Marco enjoy the view of my broad backside and pushed my panties down my legs and stepped from them. He shifted again in his chair and exhaled sharply.

  “Uncomfortable?” I asked as I stood and looked over my shoulder. I imagined I looked like a Hollywood starlet and I was sure Marco saw me that way.

  “Deliciously so,” he told me. I giggled and turned, pushing my hand between my milky thighs. I inhaled deeply as I felt my swollen folds, moist with excitement. I sighed again at my own touch and Marco began to rise from his chair. I ceased my little show and pushed him back down into the chair.

  “No, you need to relax and enjoy. You’ll get to fuck me later,” I said brazenly. Marco’s eyes flared at the course language but when I sank to my knees before him and ran my hands up his thighs, Marco closed his eyes savoring my touch.

  “Yes,” was all he said as I began to work at his belt and then his trousers. I revealed his briefs but I didn’t immediately free Marco from them. Instead I caressed his length as he strained against the fabric. Marcos’ manhood swelled at my touch but I refused to indulge him. I softly teased Marco as he sipped rum and puffed on his cigar, his eyes taking in the show. I continued teasing him as Marco luxuriated in the pleasures and sensations of the rum, his cigar and my touch.

  I finally freed Marco, my own patience giving way, and he swelled in my hand as I stroked him. As I caressed his thick shaft I stared into Marco’s eyes. I didn’t look away, even for a moment, as I lowered my head and took Marco between my red lips. To his credit, Marco let me indulge my desires as he basked in my attention, sipping his rum and smoking his cigar the whole time. Marco’s eyes let me see how deeply satisfying he found my kindness as I pleased him with my lips and tongue while stroking him with my hand as well.

  Marco relaxed as I lovingly enjoyed his swollen length. I found pleasing Marco nearly as satisfying as sharing in the pleasure and continued much longer than was necessary. He finished his rum and his cigar was but a nub when I finally abandoned my task. Along the way, I’d brought Marco to the edge several times but never too close to complete gratification. I needed him fresh for the remainder of the evening. Now, however, Marco was determined to return the favor.

  He bid me to take a seat on the sofa as he stood and began to undress. His erection glistened as it stood at full attention and I longed to feel it inside of me. In fact, I fully expected Marco to take me then and there but instead he knelt between my legs and pushed me down onto the sofa, pushed my thighs wide and as he stared into my eyes, he lowered his head. As his tongue touched my pink petals, I arched and felt a rush of excitement. I had so fully been focused on Marco that I hadn’t realized how excited I had become.

  Marco devoured me, his lips and tongue performing a dance that brought me closer and closer to bliss. I pulled my legs up and reached between my thighs, running my fingers through his thick, black hair. He possessed a heavenly set of skills that drove me mad but he also seemed to know how far he could push me without letting me climax. For many devilishly divine minutes he held me on the edge of pleasure, just short of losing it completely.

  “Marco!” I pleaded but his eyes only smiled with mischief and he wrapped one arm around my thigh. Then he used his thumb to tease my swollen nub and he slipped a finger from his other hand between my velvet folds and into my moist tunnel. I gasped as a surge of electricity stole my breath.

  “Only with much anticipation can you experience this fully,” Marco said and drove me even closer to the precipice with his hands. I clutched at my breasts as he tormented me for a moment longer but when his tongue returned to me, I exploded. I bucked and writhed as I squealed in delight. Searing bliss washed over me as finally I was relieved. However, Marco wasn’t satisfied with only taking me on a single trip to the Promised Land. He took me there over and over again with his mouth and fingers as I submitted to his will.

  Marco unrelentingly continued to tease me and as he did, I fulfilled his earlier promise. I screamed and shuddered, writhed and wailed under Marco as he took me through countless climaxes. When he finally was satisfied with his work, I barely perceived him climbing from the floor and looming over me until his thick, broad shaft plunged into me. We had both managed to drive each other wild and now our lust could not be denied. Marco thrust into me as I wrapped my legs around him and held him deep.

  “You feel so good, Marco,” I cried out. Marco squeezed my ample breasts as he hammered away, causing my body to shake in response. Marco seemed to enjoy the reaction of my soft flesh to his thrusting and his hands caressed me lovingly.

  “Nancy, I can barely contain my excitement at your nakedness. You are a goddess, a woman without equal. I cannot get enough of your lush curves,” Marco told me in that Latin accent that made anything he said seem so romantic and erotic. However, I needed to take control, to show Marco how much I enjoyed his manliness and let him enjoy my wom
anly form. I wiggled from under him, my head swimming, and pushed Marco onto his back and impaled myself on his erection.

  “Show me!” I demanded breathlessly as I bounced on him, letting him see my body in its full glory. Marco did, exploring my soft hills and deep valleys as I rode his chiseled body on the sofa. His hands squeezed and kneaded my flesh, showing me how much he appreciated my luscious figure.

  “Yes, take us there together,” he growled. I lay on Marco and hugged his neck as his fingers dug into the white flesh of my backside. We kissed, our tongues dancing between our lips. I shuddered and moaned as the physical pleasure overtook me yet again. Marco tensed, groaned and suddenly he filled me with his precious love. I sat up and relished the sensations as Marco pulsated within me and I began to laugh. The euphoria got the best of me and once Marco’s climax subsided, he joined me.

  “You are the wild lover I suspected, Nancy,” Marco told me.

  “And you’re the passionate man I knew you were the moment I met you,” I replied. Marco pulled me down onto him and we kissed as his arms wrapped me in their warmth and protection. His heart pounded along with mine as we were forced to break the kiss to catch our breath. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his beating heart as I stroked his dark hair.

  “I love you, Nancy,” Marco told me and I sat up and looked at him in shock and surprise. “The world is uncertain. I do not wish to have regrets. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you. I do love you, Nancy, and with every day that love grows within me. I cannot deny my feelings any longer,” he explained without a hint of doubt or regret.

  I knew what he meant. Cuba was embroiled in revolution. The rebels advanced and while we both hoped they could be defeated, it was looking increasingly unlikely. I had feelings for Marco. Feelings beyond gratitude and physical pleasure. But love? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to live with regrets either but my mind wasn’t clear on how I really felt. But Marco seemed to know my thoughts.

  “I do not ask for you to reciprocate. I realize it is impulsive of me but that is the man that I am. When I see what I want, I take it. I want you, Nancy, but I am also a patient man. I know when to let things develop, to ripen if you will. I only ask that you not let my words frighten you,” he explained.

  “They don’t frighten me. I don’t know exactly how I feel but I know you’re the only man that has ever made me feel the way you do. I’m grateful for your affections and your protection. I care for you. Do I love you? I might but I don’t know. I’m not afraid though. You give me courage I couldn’t even imagine before I met you,” I told him. Marco reached up and stroked my hair.

  “Are you happy?” he asked.

  “Insanely, yes,” I replied.

  “As am I,” he answered. I lay back down on Marco and he held me there on his sofa. The room was still warm and there was no place I’d rather be. I wasn’t totally honest, however. Marco and his proclamation of love didn’t scare me. But everything else did. I was glad I had Marco for strength. Now, without Tony and the debt to consume my thoughts, I was free to consider the revolution and how that might affect me. I was afraid it might destroy everything but I was sure I could face that with Marco at my side.

  Maybe it was the circumstances we faced that triggered my strong feelings for Marco. I was in peril when we had met and we both were on the edge of a maelstrom in the form of the revolution that threatened to engulf us. Was it possible our sudden passion might flare and then die driven only by our fear? I suppose that it was. But wasn’t it also possible that Marco and I were fated to find one another and what we faced was a test that we must face together? I preferred that explanation of my intense feelings.

  Still, Marco’s sudden declaration set my mind reeling. Love? What was it, really? I was sure I didn’t know. I assumed I would know love when I found it but here I was with a man that made me feel things I’d never felt before and I didn’t know. Was love something that came upon you without warning or was love cultivated and nurtured, a feeling of choice? I wasn’t sure but I was certain of one thing. I wanted to love Marco. I wanted that more than anything.

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  The next day, Christmas Eve known as Nochebuena in Cuba, Marco and I climbed out of bed late and he made me eggs and toast along with strong Cuban coffee and orange juice. My possessions had been collected by Marco’s men the day before while we visited his factory. I picked out a red dress that matched the festive mood of the day. Marco wore black trousers, a matching shirt and red suspenders. He apologized he didn’t have the means to cook a whole pig as was tradition, but I did help him prepare a pork roast, rice and black beans, fried plantains and rice pudding for desert. We sipped mojitos throughout the day as we worked.

  It was the most pleasant day I’d experienced since I’d left home. For the first time, I wasn’t regretful of my decision to leave home. If I hadn’t left to seek out adventure and endured all of the trials since, I’d have never met Marco. I couldn’t help but reflect on what Marco had told me the previous night, that he loved me. There was no doubt I was falling for him. I had yet to see anything in him that gave me pause. He focused on me when we were together and seemed to truly enjoy my company. I enjoyed his too.

  Once the roast was in the oven and everything else was prepared, Marco poured us each a fresh mojito and then he went and pulled a record from its sleeve. He put it on his phonograph, set it spinning and placed the needle on the record. Cuban salsa came from the speaker and Marco took my drink from me, set it next to his and offered me his hand. “May I have this dance,” he asked me.

  “You may,” I said being coy.

  “Then dance with me,” he said and tugged me to the middle of the room. He led me through the Latin dance, his steps sure and his lead firm. I gladly followed Marco’s lead as we danced to the Cuban music in his living room. I used to do this to put food on my table and hopefully pay off a debt but now I was dancing for the sheer joy if it. Marco danced well and his experience made it that much more pleasurable.

  Marco stared into my eyes as he took me through the exotic dance. Our bodies pressed together intimately until suddenly Marco would dip me deep, his strong arms holding me aloft, or he would spin me from his arms only to gather me back in. I found myself feeling light and airy, laughing and smiling like a fool. I also found myself watching Marco as we danced. His passion shone through as we celebrated Nochebuena, Christmas Eve, together and my affection for him only grew.

  We danced through the entire record, both of us perspiring by the end, the ceiling fan no longer able to overcome our exertion. My excitement may have helped heat the room as well. The dance wasn’t unlike making love. Not as intense but just as physical and intimate. Although Marco and I were alone in his home, the focus we shared made it seem as if we were alone in the world, just the two of us sharing a moment. Then as the last song ended, Marco dipped me low and held me there. We both were breathing hard as his strong arms held me, gazing into my eyes.

  “Feliz Navidad, mi amor,” he said and pulled me up and into his arms, kissed me and then handed me my glass as he took his own. My Spanish wasn’t all that strong but I understood that Marco referred to me as my love.

  “You can take me dancing anytime,” I assured him as I breathed deeply and my blood coursed through my veins. If dinner wasn’t in the oven, well, who knows what I might have done.

  “I will hold you to that,” he warned playfully. We retired to his dining table and snacked on fruit, saving our appetite for the dinner we had prepared. The dancing would surely fuel our appetite, both for food and for the intimacy I hoped we would share later. We passed the time talking about things of little import. It was not a day to discuss things of much consequence. It was a day of respite from the storm clouds that gathered on the horizon. It was easy to forget all of that celebrating alone with Marco. It was easy to pretend that all was well with the world.

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  ~8~

  Marco and I spent the evening dancing, eating, drinking and then makin
g love. I’d never been with a man I felt so comfortable with. After dinner, we both disrobed and sat together nude as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. Then we danced that way too. Naked, the dancing took on an even more sexual tone and soon we gave into our desires.

  We made love as the music played, raw, desperate love. I felt no shame as Marco ravaged me and I pleasured him in ways I’d never even have considered with other men in the past. On the night before Christmas our torrid love making was more a process than a single act and I wanted to go on forever. When Marco finally did extract his final pleasure from me as he thrust into me as I lay naked on his bed, I was left shaking and covered in a sheen of perspiration. That’s where we stayed afterwards, sleeping nude together in the warmth of the Cuban night.

  Christmas Day arrived after a magical night together. Nochebuena, or Christmas Eve, was the more important celebration in Cuba. Marco and I discussed attending mass but instead we chose to stay in and enjoy each other’s company. Marco wasn’t especially religious and I wasn’t Catholic, but it was tradition in Cuba that many people observed, devout or otherwise. Marco and I, however, couldn’t bring ourselves to break the spell that had been cast upon us.

  Instead we slept in and spent much of the day in bed, making love, talking and cautiously discussing the future. We avoided talk of the revolution, instead speaking as if there were no threat on the horizon. I let myself speak freely as Marco and I mused about the possibilities of our relationship. I couldn’t help but see myself with him not just for the time being but forever. Maybe it was simply the euphoria of a new relationship but it was a pleasant thought, fiction or not.

  “Do you ever think about children?” I wondered and suddenly wished I hadn’t broached the subject. Was it too much? Would Marco feel threatened of such talk? I should have known better than that.