He kicked the door shut behind us and spun me in his arms. “You’re gonna beg mercilessly. I can already tell.”
Half of me wanted to start pleading with him already; the other half wanted to push his buttons and see just how far he would carry this.
He seized my lips, halting any smack I could have verbally tossed. His lips were harder this time; there was a tight edge to his touch. I was used to the laid back, quick-witted boy I grew up with. I wasn’t familiar with the animalistic drive he was unleashing on me. He revved my engine; his powerful pursuit made my pussy purr and my nipples ache. There was nothing sexier than a man in charge. And I knew of no sexier man than Tyler.
He removed my hoodie, carelessly dropping it on the floor. A second later, my bra was falling away from my shoulders and sliding down my arms. Cold air wafted over me, eliciting an uninvited shiver.
He cupped my face, gently kissing the tip of my nose. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll warm you up quickly.”
I slid my hands over his abs and up to his chest. I passed my fingers over his small, taut nipples.
He clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring in response.
I gave him a devilish grin before lightly pinching them.
He growled like a wild beast, pulling me into his arms. I yelped, as he picked me up and tossed me backwards onto the bed. His body covered me right away, his lips pressing against mine. “You are going to pay for that.”
He continued to kiss me, slowly fanning my flame and increasing my appetite for him. I gripped his thick biceps as he leveraged himself on his elbows to keep from overwhelming me. Having his strength within my grasp felt amazing; it was a lure, in and of itself.
He cradled my breasts in his strong hands, caressing them tenderly, reverently. He took his time building the intensity beyond anything I could have fathomed.
His body pressed into mine from the waist down, pinning me in place. His mouth was patient, while still potently teasing my own. Heat surged within my veins, pumping my blood faster, sending my pulse racing. My pussy tingled, filling with heat, as he continued to knead my breasts.
I pushed up with my hips, but the weight of his body stopped me from truly rising. I gripped his arms and felt his muscles flexing and rolling beneath my palms, but he didn’t budge.
He continued his methodical exploration of my chest, avoiding my nipples, as he tasted every part of my mouth, thoroughly kissing me into a frenzy. “You’re so hot when you get antsy.” I felt him smiling against my lips.
Suddenly, his fingers brushed across my taut nipples, and my chest was ravished with bliss. I groaned as I pressed my hips into his, and my head fell back.
He kissed and sucked my neck as his fingers continued to stroke my sensitive buds. My breaths became quick gasps, as my body fervently responded to his assault.
His lips trailed downward, before closing around one nipple. My back arched off the bed, as he gently sucked on the tender peak. I bit my bottom lip, struggling to hold back. I wanted to make him stop, capturing his lips and begging him to fuck me hard.
Shit. When did I turn into such a hussy?
He switched breasts, his hand picking up where his mouth left off.
“Mmm.” My nails dug into his biceps, and my teeth nearly pierced my bottom lip as he remained focused on my breasts. My pussy got wet, and my womb wound tighter with each pass of his tongue against my delicate flesh.
He moved back up to seize my lips. I laced my fingers around the back of his neck, holding him to me. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are in the throes of passion?” He brushed his lips against mine again, his tongue gently tasting me.
“Not as beautiful as you.” I ran my fingers through the back of his hair.
“Objection,” he smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement as his stare intensified.
“This isn’t a court room, but I’ll allow it.” I smiled up at him.
“You’ll allow it?” He quirked a single brow.
“Yeah.” My voice was meek and breathless, as he moved his hips, pressing his cock against me.
“Well, Your Honor, I guess I need to plead my case to you, then?”
I barely contained my laughter. “You may proceed, counselor.”
“I guess I better make it good.” He reclaimed my lips, plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth with an animalistic urgency.
A carnal longing surged through me, igniting a powerful explosion when our mouths collided. My hands traveled along his firm chest and across his sculpted abdomen.
No sooner had he awakened my yearning, thrusting it upwards, than he was all of a sudden moving down my body. His lips feathered tiny kisses along my flesh, tickling my skin, directing my need to wherever his lips touched.
He started kissing my soft belly as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of my pajama pants and included my panties.
My heart skipped a beat, uneasiness crawling through me, swatting away my desire. He was about to see the biggest part of me; he was about get his first glimpse of my large thighs, my plus-size pussy and my extra wide hips.
“Um,” I panicked, grabbing his hands to stall him.
He placed a final kiss above my belly button before peering up at me.
Shit. I stiffened. Looking down at his lean build hovering over the heaviest part of me was sobering. I was at least three times his size. How could he find me attractive? How could I ever fully let go, knowing he didn’t find this attractive; otherwise, he would have dated curvier women.
My bedside lamp was always on when I wasn’t sleeping. It cast a warm glow throughout the room but unfortunately lit the space well enough to highlight my every imperfection.
As much as I wanted Ty, I didn’t know if I could face him during this level of intimacy.
Chapter Six
TYLER
I watched her carefully, studying each emotion as it crossed her face. Fear stood out most of all. She was scared. Damn, didn’t she know I was just as afraid?
Anxiety was making my heart nearly climb out of my chest. I was just waiting to hear her to tell me to stop. I was waiting for her to deny me and this was distressing. I wanted her too bad. I wanted her more than I thought I did when I walked through her front door. Kissing her, tasting her, and seeing her breasts rising on her chest formed a knot in my stomach. My cock was rock hard, the potent need to penetrate every inch of her sweet pussy bringing me to my knees.
Fuck. If she was able to bring me to a halt, that had to mean she didn’t want me as much as I wanted her, because damn, there’s no way I could have stopped myself at this point. The only power I felt like I had was controlling the number of times I made her come before claiming her. It was fear and love, both, that held me at a slower pace…turning on the pressure within me to make it good for her and have her begging for more. It was hard to believe I had just been brought to my knees when I was now hopelessly succumbing to euphoria.
I needed to make her forget all her fears for a moment. I really needed to ease her mind and help her relax, so I could make her feel good. I wanted to make her feel damn good.
I crawled back up over her, taking her lips. It only took a minute of tasting her and seductively teasing her mouth before she finally let go of my hands. I pressed my body firmly against hers and framed her face with my hands. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
Her lips became still, her breathing halted. I felt her heart pounding against her chest. “What if you don’t like what you see, Ty?”
“Impossible.”
She swallowed hard, taking in an unsteady breath. “What if you don’t?” she pressed, pain mangling her words.
Damn it. I hated that she was suffering; I hated that fear was inhibiting her like this. The only way I could erase it was to prove it was unfounded. “Won’t know for sure until you at least show me.”
She opened her eyes, focusing on mine. Her eyes were dark with grey woven between the brown of her irises. They reminded me of tiny storms brewing, like the storm that
swept my heart nearly seven years ago.
Bobby McCallister had just asked Olivia on a date, in the middle of the diner with everyone watching. He wasn’t the best looking guy in town, but he wasn’t the worst either. Everyone knew he’d been nursing a crush on Libby since high school though. It should have come as no surprise that he finally found the balls to ask her out.
But that’s not what caught me by surprise. It was the jealousy and rage that had consumed me, tightening in my chest. My hands had balled into fists in my lap, and I remember glaring at him like he was a dirty rat.
Olivia had looked around the diner at everyone watching. I knew she was too nice to turn him down publicly. She wouldn’t humiliate anyone like that, even though half the town mocked her sexy curves.
Sure enough, she agreed, and I saw red the rest of that week. I’d even sat on her parents’ sofa with her dad, encouraging him to clean his gun as Bobby arrived.
Libby had looked breathtaking, like a hell of a lot more than some twerp deserved. I guess that was something I was still struggling with, why fear snaked through me right now. I knew I wasn’t the golden man she deserved. I knew I wasn’t the best she could get, but curse my selfish heart for not giving a fuck. I loved her too much. I was willing to risk everything to be with her…including our friendship.
Luckily, Libby only went on that one date with Bobby which kept me from having to break his jaw. It was the first time I was forced to truly evaluate my feelings for her; it was the first time I had to admit to myself that I was falling in love with my best friend.
Chapter Seven
OLIVIA
I looked into the depths of his confident eyes. “Let me prove my love for you, Libby.”
My heart skipped. “I’ve never doubted your love for me, Ty; just whether you could love my body.”
He kissed my forehead, my temple, my cheeks and my jaw. He brushed his lips down my throat, over my chest and nestled a tender kiss in the valley between my breasts. He stopped long enough to settle his lips on the side of each breast, while his fingers masterfully tweaked my nipples, kindling my desires yet again. He continued his trail over my cushy upper stomach, rimming my belly button with his tongue before stopping at the waistband of my pants.
He stared up at me, his eyes never wavering as he boldly slipped his fingers beneath my panties and began to peel away my clothes.
I held my breath, afraid to avert my gaze, yet equally apprehensive to watch his reaction.
He slid back, taking my pants and hipster panties with him down my legs and over my feet before throwing them carelessly on the floor.
My heart quickened, pounding in my chest, as awareness licked every exposed inch of my plus size frame.
Slowly, his attention focused on my body.
I closed my eyes, turning my head away.
I felt him kiss each ankle before shedding my layered socks. A shiver crept up my spine; instinctively, I wrapped my arms around myself.
“Open your eyes, Libby.” He voice was soft yet commanding.
He kissed his way up my legs and reached my tubby thighs. I gasped as he nudged his shoulders between them, forcing my legs apart. When he started kissing my inner thighs, my head started spinning, and my lungs refused to expand.
“Libby,” he cooed.
I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter.
Abruptly, he moved away. Just like I thought. He may have loved me, but he just couldn’t love my body. To each their own; everyone has their distinct preferences. Hell, I couldn’t fault him for his.
“Libby!” His voice was firm, commanding. I was taken aback by the way he bit out my name. “Open your eyes right now.” I felt his breath on my ear. His voice turned low and menacing, with a teasing hint. “Unless you want me to spank that pretty ass of yours...”
My eyes flew open. I was shocked to see him standing beside the bed, leaning over me.
Shit. He’s gonna run.
“Much better.” He smiled leisurely, but his eyes seemed to pierce my soul. “I believe I still have a case to prove.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to prove anything, Ty. I’m not mad.”
“What is there to be mad about?” He stood tall, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at me with a bewildered expression on his face.
I fidgeted, wishing there was a graceful way to slide beneath the covers. But they were tucked high beneath the pillows my head rested on. I couldn’t even grab the sides for partial protection.
“I’m waiting, Your Honor.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, as he continued the charade. Even though I knew Ty would never make fun of me, that didn’t erase my unease.
“I’m not mad that you don’t like my body.”
His eyes tapered to dark slits, his lips pinched firmly. He leaned in close, his arms falling on both sides of me, caging me in. “You’re sorely mistaken, counselor. Now I’m ready to prove my case.”
I shrieked as he leapt onto the bed in one fluid motion, landing perfectly between my legs. His hands snaked around my thighs and hips, anchoring me in place. His fingers were just long enough to reach and spread my lower lips, exposing me even more and making me feel entirely vulnerable.
Excitement and panic battled within me. My pulse skyrocketed as anticipation became a knot in the pit of my womb.
“Beautiful.” His mouth began to devour me. His tongue eagerly entered my pussy, carnally tasting my desire. He pulled back, nipping at my outer folds. “Beautiful and tasty.”
I damn near swallowed my tongue as he zeroed in on my clit. My nipples strained, my breasts ached, and my heart beat erratically; combining with my pulse they formed a fast melodic rhythm that swirled in my ears.
My mouth fell open, my head tilted back as he pressed his mouth to my sensitive nub. Pleasure shot from my core, propelling me upwards faster than my mind could process. Erotic shockwaves mingled in my womb, spilling primal need between my legs.
He passed his tongue over my clit, drawing it back and forth across the tiny bit of flesh. My nerves were on fire as sensations overwhelmed me. Awareness filled every pore on my body and lightning zapped every nerve.
My breath caught in my throat, as one hand moved away from my hip. A moment later two fingers slid deep inside me, curling up to stroke my tender walls. He withdrew his fingers, before relentlessly pressing them back inside me. My hips bucked; my mind muddled as pleasure converged at my center.
His lips grazed along my inner thighs as his fingers continued to fuck me, slow and sweet.
I moaned as he bit my thigh the moment his digits plunged back into me.
He lightened the touch of his lips. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now.” His fingers slid back to my entrance. “Your lips are swollen and succulent from me kissing you so hard; with your lips parted like that, it makes me want to shove my cock between them. Your breasts are gorgeous too, so tempting when your back bows off the bed. Your soft stomach and curvy hips make my hands anxious to explore. You don’t know how bad I want to manhandle your luscious body right now.”
“Your thighs…I can’t stop thinking about how good they’re going to feel wrapped around me as I fuck this sweet pussy of yours.” He zealously pressed his finger forward; shaking me with pleasure as sensations stretched outwards from the place where his fingers teased me. “I love your body, Libby…every last inch of it. It’s not the rail thin frailty I’m used to, and that’s part of why I love it. You put those skinny bitches to shame. You’re body is the feminine ideal; wide hips, a soft stomach, bountiful breasts, plump thighs, a plush ass and a beautiful pussy rounding out your female package. I love you, baby. All of you.”
His mouth pursued my clit, distracting me from my efforts in trying to respond to his amorous declaration. Heady desire flooded me; a potent hunger enraptured my consciousness as he continued pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
My womb felt like it was twisting around itself, my pussy clenched around his thrusting fingers, my cl
it pulsated beneath the light graze of his teeth, the pressure of his lips and delicious swipe of his tongue across my sensitive bud. My muscles stiffened against ecstasy I was becoming lost in. My back bowed higher off the bed, as my hips pressed firmly against his solid arm. My nipples were painful peaks, begging to be fondled by his tongue, but all of his focus was on my pussy…on my delicate, sensitive pussy.
Without warning, he doubled his efforts on my clit, abruptly throwing me over the edge.
I cried out, as fireworks burst before my eyes; pleasure shot through every part of me. Erotic bliss gushed at my core as my pussy fastened down on his fingers before settling into a rhythmic tremor. I clutched the blanket in tight fists, struggling to breathe through the overwhelming pleasure rocking my body, embracing my flesh and melting my insides.
He milked me, sucking my clit, fucking my quivering channel until the end, leaving me winded and dazed.
I shuddered as he crawled up me, taking the time to kiss my breasts before claiming my lips. I tasted myself on him as he took command of my mouth. The tingling was soft at first, but built into electrically charged prickles joyously zapping my skin, heightening my awareness of him pressed against me. The pleasure was still washing through my heavy limbs.
I wrapped my arms around him. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I shoved my hands between us, grabbing at his pants. Feeling my way around the waistband; I found the button and fumbled with it.
He growled, taking over. He broke away from my lips and wiggled his body over me, kicking off his pants and boxers. In no time flat, he was rubbing his hard shaft between my wet folds.
I groaned against his mouth as the head of his prick teased my sensitive clit. A steady wave of pleasure concentrated in my center as he continued to rub against me.
I dug my nails into his biceps, vigorously gripping his muscles as anticipation furled low in my stomach.
He kissed my cheeks, moving to my jaw and down my neck, never losing his rhythm as he torturously glided his cock over my nub, wracking my bottom half with sensations that sent me climbing once again. He plucked one ripe nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan from me.
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