CURVES BY DESIGN (Big Girls And Bad Boys: A BBW Erotic Romance)

by J. S. Scott

  She sipped her wine and replied curiously, "And that would be what?"

  "I would never have called Lauren and told her that you slept with Dylan. It was a complete bluff," he confessed in a rush.

  Molly raised her brows and smiled mysteriously. "I know that."

  "Then why didn't you call me on it?" He gave her a confused look.

  "I wasn't completely positive at that moment, but it didn't take me long to realize that it's something you would never do." She answered him with complete confidence. "But I've never really figured out exactly why you did threaten it."

  "It was the act of a completely desperate man. I wanted you to give us a chance, Molly, and I don't think you would have, otherwise. I’m so sorry."

  "You're right. I probably wouldn't have, and I would have missed out on the best thing that's ever happened to me." She answered him directly and honestly. "You know I have issues, Devon, but I'm working on them. My self-image sucks and I'm trying to be more accepting of myself, but it won't happen overnight." Her eyes met his, begging for his patience.

  "I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm here for you." His hand reached out and covered hers, squeezing it in silent support.

  "It takes a while to undo a lifetime of damage. I've spent most of my life letting my mother tell me who I am, letting my worth be determined according to my weight. I'm angry at myself sometimes for allowing her to do it, but I can't change the past. I realize that. But I can move into a better future." She swallowed hard before she finished, "I want to sleep with you, Devon."

  He almost choked on his wine as his brows shot up and he looked at her in surprise.

  As he started coughing and couldn't seem to stop, Molly shot out of her chair in concern. "Are you okay?" He was breathing, so she wasn't really concerned, but she felt bad that she had caught him off guard and caused his fit of coughing.

  Devon caught her hand and pulled her into his lap, half coughing and half laughing. "You're going to be the death of me someday, woman," he growled as he hugged her close."

  She struggled to get up. "Devon, I'm too heavy to sit on your lap."

  Devon’s arms were like bands of steel as he held her in place and answered in an exasperated tone, "Baby, when are you going to realize that I'm a big, strong man? I love the feel of that sexy ass on my lap and I can think of a lot of ways that I want you on top of me."

  She relaxed into him with sigh. He didn’t look the least bit uncomfortable and he felt so good. "Show me? Please."

  He shot up with his hands around her waist, steadying her as they stood. Taking her hand without another word, he led her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She had seen it before. It had a blend of Victorian and modern just like the rest of the house, but her main interest was his huge, brass bed. How many times had she imagined herself and Devon there, their bodies entwined in passion?

  "I'm a little scared, Devon," Molly admitted in a soft voice. "What if I'm not what you imagined. I'm not very experienced for my age."

  "Don't be afraid, Molly. Never with me. Anything you do is right and you're already everything I want and more. You lead and I'll follow for now. Take whatever you need. Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

  She stood looking into his earnest eyes for a moment. He didn't move. He just stood there watching her, his eyes filled with wanting as he waited.

  No man had ever put her needs before his own so she felt a moment of panic. She stomped on it and let her instincts guide her.

  Her greatest pleasure would be to please this man who was so willing to give her anything. His very nature was that of an alpha male, albeit, a kind and thoughtful one; nevertheless, it had to be difficult for him to give up his instinct to lead.

  Molly moved close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. Her fingers threaded through his hair as her tongue swept into his mouth, tasting him passionately and thoroughly as their tongues danced together in a slippery, erotic slide.

  She tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his bare skin. Breaking her mouth away from his she demanded, "Off."

  Devon’s smile was wicked as he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

  Molly’s hands moved over his muscular chest, savoring the feel of smooth skin over rippling muscle. He let her have her way with him, but his eyes were burning holes through her clothing. She cupped his hard, bulging cock through the rough denim of his jeans, sliding her fingers along the outline of his rod that was begging to be liberated from its confinement.

  "I want to taste you, Devon. I've wanted it for so long." She barely recognized her sultry, needy voice as her hands flipped open the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down carefully.

  "Holy shit, baby. I'm not sure I can survive that right now," he rasped as she dropped to her knees, sliding his jeans and briefs down his legs. He kicked them off as she focused on his large, hard cock.

  Molly stroked her hands over him lightly at first, enjoying the feel of his velvety skin over the rock hard member. Her pussy clenched as she imagined his massive cock thrusting inside of her. She'd be filled completely and stretched hard from his girth and size.

  She gripped him harder and slid her hand up and down his shaft as she licked the moisture on the bulbous head.

  Devon groaned and Molly flipped her eyes up to his face. He was watching her and he slid his hand into her hair as she took as much of him into her mouth as she possibly could. Closing her eyes, she moaned around him and let herself get caught up completely in the erotic motion of her mouth sliding, wet and smooth, over his cock. Her hand slid around to his perfectly formed ass, squeezing, pulling him further between her lips. The other hand cupped his balls, toying with them, as her mouth devoured him.

  "Christ, baby. I can't last." She could feel his body tremble as she sucked harder and faster, wanting to swallow him, feeling him hitting the back of her throat.

  His hand gripped her hair harder and his hips started thrusting. He was losing control and she relished it.

  "I'm gonna come, Molly. You need to move your mouth," he panted as his head rolled back and he released a strangled cry.

  Like hell Molly was moving. She sucked harder and deeper as he started to release his hot seed in the back of her throat. She wanted to literally suck him dry, and she did. His legs were shaking as she licked the last drop from his shaft.

  She realized Devon was grasping the brass bedpost for support, and the moment she released him from her mouth he collapsed on the bed. "Shit, woman. You are going to kill me."

  Molly smiled as she realized that Devon made her feel like the goddess in his pictures, sexy and powerful enough to pleasure him to an explosive climax.

  He cracked his eyes open. "I think your playtime is over, woman. Strip."

  Molly stood between his legs above him and lifted the hem of her shirt without hesitation. She pulled the top over her head slowly, shaking her hair free from the material as it glided over her head. She tossed it to the floor, her eyes never leaving Devon's. The white lace bra unclipped in the front and she opened the clasp, allowing her generous breasts to spill free.

  He shot up and gasped her around the waist as she allowed the garment to fall free from her body. "My imagination didn't do you justice, Molly." He pulled her up on the bed and her head hit the soft pillows. "I've been wanting to touch these beauties in the flesh since our first kiss."

  Devon cupped her breasts as his mouth lowered to her sensitive nipples. The feel of his warm mouth closing over the pink tips brought her hand into his hair to urge him closer, harder. The stroke of his tongue and the light nip with his teeth made her squirm. "Please, Devon."

  She had no idea what she was asking for, her mind fuzzy and her body raging with pent up longing. Devon didn't stop his relentless attack on her breasts as he unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. His fingers slid beneath her panties and into her slick flesh.

  He trailed wet kisses up her neck as he whispered into her ear
, "It's my turn to taste, sweetheart. If I don't get to lick this sweet little pussy soon I'll go insane."

  He slid down her body and gripped her jeans and panties, pulling them off her ass and down her legs. She was trembling with need, but she had a brief second of panic as he tossed her remaining clothes to floor. "Devon, I haven't - I've never-"

  "Relax, Molly. If you don't like it, just say so." His voice was low and hypnotic. Her body relaxed as he spread her legs wide, completely exposing her pussy, leaving it vulnerable and open to him.

  Molly quivered as he licked his way up each of her thighs, trailing lazy circles around her mound. The first stroke of his strong, wet tongue on her slit nearly brought her off of the bed. "Oh, God. Oh, God."

  Devon lapped at her juices and she could feel his rumbling sound of pleasure vibrate against her flesh. Delving deeper, he explored her tender flesh, running his tongue up and down her aching pussy.

  Her hands gripped the silky bedspread as she raised her hips to grind harder into his mouth.

  Not liking this was not going to be an issue. She thought she was going to die from pleasure as his fingers held open her folds to lave her clit.

  "Devon." The passionate cry ripped from her throat as he searched and found the nub that was begging for attention.

  Her hips rocked as he increased the pressure, taking her body into a frenzy of need. His fingers filled her empty channel, stroking hard and deep.

  Oh shit. The combination of his fucking fingers and his scorching tongue working her clit made her start keening a high-pitched squeal than lowered to a tortured moan as she felt her oncoming climax.

  Her back arched as the spasms rocked her, clenching his invading fingers as her pussy flooded with cream. "Devon. Oh, God. Devon." Her body flew apart as he licked up her juices, stretching her orgasm out to almost unbearable ecstasy.

  She was still panting when he slid up her body. "You taste so sweet, Molly, and you come like a wild woman," he murmured before he threaded his hands in her hair and took her mouth. She could taste her essence as his tongue slid along hers in an erotic, slow glide that had her moaning into his mouth.

  Molly could feel his hard cock against her thigh and she rubbed her hip along the hard shaft. She wanted him inside of her. Even though she had just had the most earth-shattering climax of her life, she still wanted to feel that hard cock filling her, Devon’s body fusing with hers.

  As he let his mouth slide from hers to wander over her face and neck she begged, "Fuck me, Devon. Please."

  He moved over her and slid the head of his massive organ through her begging pussy. He rubbed along her folds, his head teasing her clit with long, slow slides. "You're so wet and hot. I've fantasized about this while I was jerking myself off."

  Just the thought of him stoking himself while he was thinking about her was so erotic that she was gasping for breath. "You masturbated while you were thinking of me?" she whispered breathlessly, rubbing against him, urging him to slip inside of her.

  "Every damn day since we met. Sometimes more than once a day. I haven't been so horny since I was a teenager," he grumbled as he flexed his hips harder, putting more pressure on her sensitive clit. "The reality is much better than fantasy. You feel so soft all over and I love the way your sweet body feels beneath mine. I can't wait to feel you over me, riding me."

  His erotic words and the hard, fast slide of his cock along her clit was making her body ripple with pleasure. She whimpered as she felt her climax approaching. "Devon. I have to-"

  "Yes, baby. Come for me. I want to hear those sweet sounds. I want to watch you come apart."

  Molly moaned and her head fell back as she found release. She could feel his eyes on her and knowing he was watching her fly apart made it feel intensely intimate, so erotic.

  Just as she started coming down from her high, he shifted his hips and his rod invaded her. "I can't wait one more second to be inside of your tight pussy," he hissed as he thrust inside of her, filling her. He stroked until he was completed embedded inside her channel, her walls stretched, burning in a pleasurable way as he completely filled her. "Christ, Molly, you're so tight."

  He pulled out and stroked smoothly back into her. Planting her feet on the bed, she pushed up to meet him. He pulled back and grasped her thighs, spreading her legs wide as he pumped into her.

  "Yes, Devon. Yes." His cock felt so good gliding in and out of her, sliding over her sweet spot over and over. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

  She bit her lip as her hands went to her nipples, tugging them hard.

  He slammed into her faster as he groaned. "That’s it. Pleasure yourself, Molly. Take what you want. Tell me what you need."

  She needed. She wanted. "I need you. I need this. Fuck me hard, Devon. You feel so good."

  He gave exactly what she asked for, pounding his cock into her, their skin slapping with every hard thrust. As his hips pistoned into her channel, his hand slid between them and pinched her clit with just enough pressure to bring on an orgasm that left her screaming his name helplessly as it rolled over her body.

  "Molly, Molly, Molly," Devon grunted out her name as her spasming flesh gripped him hard, milking him as he buried himself deep inside her and flooded her womb with his hot release.

  "Fuck!," he panted as his hard, sweat-soaked body lowered and rested against her.

  He kissed her hard as he rolled to her side, taking her with him. He pulled his mouth from hers and they both lay there, stunned and gasping for breath.

  He pulled her tightly against him while they recovered, their hearts slowing and their breathing returning to normal.

  "You look even better than those drawings right now, baby." He touched his forehead to hers as his lips formed into a mischievous smile.

  "I told you I needed your help," she reminded him playfully.

  "I'll probably give you more help than you want or need," he warned her as he moved her to the side so they could both roll underneath the sheets. He cuddled her close, spooning her body with his and burying his face in her hair.

  Molly’s lips turned up in a sleepy smile. She highly doubted that she could ever get enough of Devon.

  She felt his warm breath on her neck as he gave a deep, contented sigh and her body went limp with relaxation and a sense of peace.

  Devon made her feel so safe. Why was I ever afraid?

  It was the last thing she remembered before allowing herself to fall into a deep, sated sleep.

  *****

  "Are you still on the diet, Molly? You know you need to work on that extra weight if you're going to catch that successful architect you're dating?"

  Molly rolled her eyes and smiled at herself in the beautiful Victorian swing mirror on the matching dressing table in front of her. It was a birthday present from Devon. His only condition had been that she move in with him to use it.

  She hitched the phone between her shoulder and ear so that she could brush on her mascara. Dylan and Lauren had rescheduled their engagement dinner for tonight and she wasn't ready yet. "I'm living with him, Mother. I think he's pretty much reeled in and landed."

  "You aren't married yet. He could dump you and leave you homeless any time he wants to."

  "I make my own money. I'll get another place." Honestly, she wasn't the least bit concerned. Their relationship was red hot and the flames got hotter every day. He was her best friend and the love of her life. "You know, Mom, I'd love to have one conversation with you that doesn't revolve around my weight. Why don't you call me back when you can say something nice to me. I really don't care how much I weigh as long as I'm healthy and I'm not worried about losing Devon. We have a very healthy sex life. He loves my body just the way it is and so do I." She couldn't believe she had just told her mom that information, but she had put up with just about enough of her mother's carping.

  "Men like their women thin," her mother replied hesitantly.

  "Not my man," Molly clipped back at her. "I've spent my whole life trying to be w
hat you think I should be. I'm going to please myself from now on, Mom." She reached for her blush and started stroking it onto her cheeks.

  "All I wanted was for you to be happy," her mother answered defensively. "You can't be happy when you're overweight."

  Molly smiled as she finished her blush and picked up her ruby red lipstick. "Oh yes I can. I am happy." And she was. Genuine, over-the-moon ecstatic, and there was nothing her mother could say to change that. She hesitated with her lipstick open before adding, "I'm sorry that you think weight is the key to happiness, Mom, but it's not my issue anymore. It's yours. I'm fine with the way I am. I don't want to discuss it anymore. I love you dearly, but I want you to stop badgering me. It hurts me."

  These were things she should have said to her mother years ago, but never valued herself enough to vocalize them. Never again would she allow anyone to make her feel "less than" for any reason.

  Truth be told, Molly felt sorry for her mother. She was a miserable woman who had never seen past her own insecurities and who had inadvertently passed them on to her only child. She wanted a relationship with her mother, but not at the price of her own sanity.

  "I didn't know I hurt you. I just didn't want you to be miserable and alone."

  She carefully applied her lipstick, capped it and laid it on the dressing table before answering, "It's all right, Mom. I should have told you before now. Just please don't mention it anymore." Molly wasn't sure what they'd talk about. What would life be like not discussing her weight with her mother? It seemed like it was the only topic they ever really discussed. "I gotta run. Devon and I are due at the restaurant shortly. Maybe we could have coffee tomorrow."

  Her mother's goodbye was awkward and stilted, but she agreed to come to the house tomorrow to talk and have coffee. Molly sighed deeply as she disconnected and laid the phone on the dresser.

  "That sounded like a tough call," Devon's sympathetic voice sounded from the doorway.

  She turned on the vanity stool to face the man she had been living with for the last several weeks. Would she ever be able to look at him and not be breathless?