Dangerous Curves Ahead (BBW Erotic Romance)
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Jake nudged my arm, "Hey! You're not quitting on me now, are you?"
I shook off my daze. "Sorry, that felt so good!"
Jake started nibbling on my ear. "I've got more of that for you."
A jolt of desire sluiced through me. Jake's hand started wandering down my body again as he reined kisses on my neck. I jumped with shock as his fingers swiped my overly sensitive clit.
My pussy was already flooded with my juices. Jake groaned with restraint as his fingers plunged into my slippery slit. He pulled up on his elbows and searched my face. "Are you ready?"
I felt so wonderful already; I would have been perfectly content to just lie in his arms. But I knew he hadn't been satisfied yet. And I wanted him to be.
"Yes," I whispered my answer.
Jake positioned himself between my legs. He began rubbing the large head of his cock back and forth through my slickened sex from my clit to my opening. The rubbing sensation against my swollen sex was building an amazingly quick response. I noted with surprise that I was writhing with need, so soon again. Wantonly, my hips lurched up to meet his teasing cock.
I whimpered, begging for Jake's cock to take me. I needed his cock to ram inside of me. Jake's cock plunged deep inside my pussy with no resistance; I was so wet and ready for him. He pumped slowly at first, but quickly sped up when I demanded more.
For the second time that night I registered with shock the absolute necessity for release rapidly growing. The intensity building was propelling me upward to new heights at an unbelievable speed. My God, I was going to come again! Jake reached forward to stroke my clit with his thumb as he continued to hammer into me. I flew higher and higher, feeling as if I was about to shatter into a million pieces. I matched his rhythm stroke for stroke wildly groping for the orgasm that usually seemed so elusive.
Everything was frighteningly out of my control; the tension, coiled tight in my belly, mounted. I moaned with a wild panic as I felt my clit suddenly reacting wildly to Jake's touch. Seconds later, I climaxed with an overwhelming force. Spasms shook my body. My pussy muscles were quivering with the powerful release. The explosive orgasm rocked my body over and over. Jake continued to pump into me, his own grunts becoming louder. As overcome as I was by my own orgasm, I noticed when Jake's body tensed. As my muscles clenched around his member, I felt Jake's own release as his hot load shot deep inside me.
When my pussy finished milking his cock, Jake collapsed half on top of me. I lay against the pillows still reveling in the amazing experience. So this was what sex was supposed to feel like. Jake rolled off of me and onto his back. We lay side by side, each consumed with our own thoughts. Mine, mostly of wonder.
Pulling me close to him, Jake tucked me into his warm embrace. He wiped a piece of clinging, sweaty hair away from my face and kissed my forehead tenderly. "That was amazing."
I just nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. Laying in Jake's arms, in post-coital bliss, my body had never felt so sensuous. A tingling of energy and exhilaration had overcome me. I felt a profound connection to this man who had given me a special gift. I felt the stirrings of something deep. Something magical.
Jake was languidly rubbing my arm with his fingertips. I snuggled closer into his arms and before long I had drifted off to sleep.
I awoke in a state of hazy happiness. I felt Jake's warm skin pressing against my own and immediately recalled the incredible evening. The bedside clock showed that it was just after 3 in the morning.
My cheek was pressing against Jake's shoulder and my leg was entwined with his. My hand, splayed across Jake's stomach, felt the muscles of his abs. If my hand slipped a few inches lower…
My toes curled remembering our lovemaking hours earlier. I thought of Jake's lips and tongue working magic on my once-again throbbing pussy. Without thinking, my hand slipped down Jake's stomach and stroked his beautiful cock. Jake's cock twitched and immediately started growing in answer.
Surprised at the quick response, I took a peek at Jake's face. Jake smiled sleepily down at me causing my heart to flutter.
"Back for more, huh? This must be my lucky night!" Jake pulled me half on top of him in one quick motion and planted a long kiss on my lips. A heated moisture flooded between my legs. I could never get enough of this man. But, this time I would show him a thing or two.
My hand wrapped around the length of Jake's now hardened cock. I raised my face to his mouth to give him a deep scorching kiss before dropping feather light kisses on his chest. I descended lower, anticipating the feel of his huge cock in my mouth. I was determined to drive him crazy and I realized with surprise that I was actually eager to do so.
"You're so sexy Krista. I don't know what was wrong with those guys who couldn't give you an orgasm - you are such a passionate and fiery woman."
I froze in my tracks. I stared up at Jake, my mouthing dropping open in confusion and shock. "What?"
Jake was silent. Emotions crossed quickly over his face. Guilt.
A dawning horror was growing inside me. "What did you just say?"
Jake gently tugged my arm trying to coax me up near him. I remained still, sickly waiting for an answer.
"Krista… I happened to overhear your conversation with your friends at the bar. That has nothing to do with what just happened here tonight though…"
His voice trailed off as he saw the look of pain flooding my face. "What!? You heard me telling my friends that I'd never had an orgasm before, so you thought you'd just come in and prove your manliness." My voice started rising in hysteria as the full impact of his confession sunk in. "I guess I was pretty easy pickings, huh? An easy fuck for the night. Well, you got what you wanted, now just get out of here."
Jake tried to wrap his arms around me, but I scrambled off the bed.
"Krista, wait. It wasn't like that at all. Maybe at first your conversation intrigued me, but…"
I didn't wait to hear the rest. Shame and humiliation burned deep in my gut as I retreated to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. My heart was slamming in my chest as I sunk to the floor against the door.
A few moments later, I heard Jake at the other side of the door. "Krista, let's talk about this. It's not what you think..."
I hung my head between my knees as the first few drops of tears escaped my eyes. Krista, you were such a fool to believe this could be anything more! How could you be so stupid! I raised my head for a moment and softly croaked, "Go home, Jake."
I heard some soft rustling through the door for a few minutes before I heard the apartment door open and close. Jake had left. He had slunk out like the dog that he was. Don't let that arrogant prick hurt you, Krista! He's not worth it.
I stood shakily and left the bathroom. I only made it to the bed before the sobbing began. Collapsing on the bed, I felt the cold hand of reality smacking me in the face.
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I awoke with a massive headache and horribly puffy eyes. The pain of the last night punched me in the stomach even before I opened my eyes. I dragged myself into the kitchen, starting up a pot of strong coffee. The coffee wasn't even brewed before my phone started ringing.
Grabbing the handset off the coffee table, I checked the caller ID. It was Jenna. There was no way I could talk to her now. I put the phone down ignoring the annoyingly shrill ringing. The girls wouldn't understand my pain. They would be gushing over my 'amazing' sex with Jake and saying 'who cares if it was just one night". I had too much pride to admit that for one tiny moment, I had let down my guard and had hoped that maybe Jake could feel something more for a girl like me.
I collapsed onto the couch, head in my hands. I wasn't going to waste one more tear over Jake. I'd tell the girls that Jake just dropped me off at home and that was it. Then I'd wipe him clear from my memory.
The coffee maker beeped, letting me know it was done brewing. I stood to pour a much-needed cup when I noticed something out of place on the floor. It was Jake's cowboy hat. It must have fallen off my head when we were kissing. I thou
ght back to how excited I had been when he had placed it on my head. His off-handed remark about taking me horse back riding had planted the first tiny seed of hope in me. It had almost sounded like he was asking me on a real date. I had tingled with excitement at his words, but all along he had only been interested in a quick fuck.
I angrily scooped up the offensive cowboy hat, crushing it in my hands. I would toss it in the garbage - it would serve him right! I was about to throw it out when I noticed some writing on the inside of it. Curious, I looked closely at the faded words printed inside the hat. For Neil With Love Forever Cassie
Anger surged through me. That lousy cheater had a girlfriend! And he used a fake name with me! A cold rage seethed inside me. Jake, or Neil, was the worst kind of man. I wouldn't waste another tear on him. He wasn't even worth another thought. Somehow, on those long lonely nights, I would have to convince my body to forget he ever touched me. I dumped the hat in the trash, disgusted by the mere sight of it.
I was halfway through my cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. Despite my vows to forget him, my first thought was Jake. Chiding myself, I rose to answer the door. If it was Jake, I would rip his eyes out. But he would never show his face again, he already had got what he was after. I settled my nerves; Jenna had probably rushed over because I was avoiding her calls.
I opened the door to a face full of red roses. About two dozen. I stood in the doorway, holding the beautiful arrangement, thinking I should outright reject the delivery, but the delivery man scampered away quite quickly. I retreated to my kitchen, debating my action. I wanted to throw them out just like the cowboy hat, but they were so beautiful, it seemed like a waste. But how could I enjoy the flowers if they continuously reminded me of Jake?
I sat at the table staring at the bouquet. Finally, I plucked the card from the arrangement and tore it open.
Krista, It was all a big misunderstanding. Please let me explain to you. Call me. Jake
His phone number was scrawled across the bottom.
I stared at the card. Jake. Yeah, right. What a liar. I ripped the card to pieces and then tossed it into the trash. I would take the flowers over to the nearby nursing home as soon as I was dressed.
I was so over Jake.
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