Men Love Curves: BBW Romance

by Ruby Madden

  With his head slightly raised mere inches above her thighs, Blaze used his thick fingers to spread open the folds of her womanhood, pulling them apart and fully exposing her clit down to its base.

  His head dipped down, and Bernadette anticipated the wet pleasure of his tongue on her clit, but instead his throat made a guttural sound, and he spat on her clit aggressively.

  Instantly, she felt debased and enraged. “You jerk!” she screamed as his slick fluid dripped down the length of her clit and he held her thighs open watching it.

  Just as Bernadette made up her mind that she didn’t like the direction this fantasy was taking, Blaze dove down and took her entire clit in his mouth.

  All thoughts of ending the fantasy ceased as he plundered her pussy with his mouth, alternately plunging his tongue deep inside her wet core and sucking and sensually chewing on her aching clit.

  The more aggressive his exploration of her, the more her hips bucked up and gyrated against his tongue and lips.

  She grabbed a fistful of his dark brown hair in her hand and held his head down smothering him in her warmth and using him for her pleasure.

  Without warning and with the explosive power of a volcano, the nerve endings in her clit exploded up and outward in a chain reaction of convulsive pleasure.

  Bernadette squeezed her eyes closed and kept rubbing her clit vigorously as her orgasm shot through her body and she struggled to stay standing upright on her feet.

  Once her pleasure subsided, she opened her eyes and pictured nice guy Blaze smiling at her sweetly and mouthing the words “I love you, Bernadette. Let’s go inside and snuggle in our soft, warm bed.”

  Bernadette smiled to herself at the thought of it.

  Knowing she was on a timeline, she freshened herself up, pulled her panties out of her bra and slipped them back on underneath her skirt.

  She walked downstairs and arrived in plenty of time to meet Blaze’s private car, which drove her to the famous and celebrated Rose’s plus size dress shop to be fitted for her gown for the night’s charity gala.

  Chapter 3

  Blaze

  Billionaire photographer Blaze Sparks glared incredulously at his older brother and business partner James as they walked their four-legged company mascot Sparky and discussed their plans for the workday.

  “You must seduce the reporter tonight. There’s no way around it. If you want to stop coming in second in this competition and finally win photographer of the year you’re going to have to play the game, like it or not.”

  Blaze shook his head and looked down at his older brother. “Listen, I want to win based on the merit of my art, not because I slept with some influential reporter.”

  James stepped up onto a boulder near the edge of the bay, looking down at his younger brother as he counseled him. The waves crested and crashed violently behind him as he spoke.

  “Be reasonable and play ball. No one wins photographer of the year solely based on talent. If nominees won based on merit, you would have won each of the last four years you were nominated. Face it. Talent only wins you a nomination. Influencing the right people wins the big prize.”

  Blaze nodded his head, lifted up one muscular arm and ran his fingers through his hair as he thought. He tousled the new blonde highlights streaking his usually dark brown hair as he considered the truth of his older brother's statement and whether or not he was prepared to take the man's advice and seduce a reporter tonight.

  “I don’t want to be a douchebag,” he finally said, lifting his head and stepping up on top of the boulder next to his brother. “I know what those other photographers did to win the competition, and it was nasty. Those guys all basically acted like womanizing douchebags.”

  James turned his head to scan the trail for Sparky as Blaze spoke. Once he caught sight of the errant dog he hopped down from the boulder and started running along the path after Sparky, who was now half mile away and playing tug-of-war in the middle of the trail with his best friend, Maximus.

  Blaze followed James’ lead, his muscular thighs flexing against his shorts as he leaped off the boulder and ran down the trail.

  Blaze quickly caught up with James and they continued talking as they jogged down the trail together to collect their dog.

  James started to counsel Blaze again.

  “Try looking at their actions from a different perspective.

  Were those guys douchebags? Maybe.

  Were they harming those women they seduced? No way.

  They were giving those reporters exactly what they wanted: the fantasy of bedding a Don Juan, Casanova, bad boy photographer.

  Why not try stepping out of your comfort zone and playing the role of Don Blaze for once?”

  A riotous laugh erupted from Blaze's chest. He stopped running and bent his head forward, spitting out his laughter. The well-muscled man flexed his powerful arms at his sides, his chest exploding in fit after fit of unrestrained amusement. Unable to control himself he began stomping his feet and kicking up trail dust.

  “You must be desperate for me to win this contest, brother. You’ve come up with some crazy BS in the past, but this tops it all. Why not try pretending you’re Don Blaze?” Blaze straightened his back, mimicking his older brother's current stiff stance. "Don Blaze. That's a classic. I’ll have to remember it the next time I need a good laugh.”

  James shook out his spine and ran ahead of Blaze. Then he called back to him. “Don’t stop and stand there, little brother. Come on. We have to get Sparky off the road.”

  Blaze continued laughing as he sprinted and quickly caught up with James again.

  James chuckled. “Okay, so maybe Don Blaze was pushing it. But I do think that it would be in your best interest, both personally and professionally to get back on the horse and practice seducing a beautiful woman.

  You haven’t had sex, let alone dated anyone since Tatiana broke your heart when she left you for that blonde, dreadlocked, vegan, eco-warrior seven months ago.”

  “That’s a low blow man, bringing up Tatiana and eco-warrior Brad.”

  “I’m not bringing it up to hurt you brother. I’m just saying that maybe it’s time for you to see what it feels like to be the bad boy who beds the girl instead of the nice guy who gets his heart broken.”

  At the sound of Blaze huffing, the corners of James’ lips tugged upward in a grin.

  “This interview with the BBW magazine reporter is the perfect opportunity for you to practice dating again, show off your skills as a photographer and get some bad boy street cred in the media – you won’t even have to grow dreads or go vegan to do it.”

  Blaze growled at his brother's insistence on bringing up the painful past. Digging into his shorts, he retrieved two peanut butter treats and threw them into Maximus’ yard. As expected, Sparky and Maximus took their tug-of-war off the trail and sprinted into the safety of the yard. With a stab of pain piercing his heart, Blaze gritted his teeth as he watched the two dogs gobble up their treats.

  Seeking escape from the mental image of his ex-girlfriend embracing her bad boy eco-warrior, Blaze jumped up on the exercise pull-up bar in front of Maximus’ house and started his reps. Images of having dangerous, raunchy bad boy sex with a beautiful, voluptuous woman flashed in front his eyes as he tightened his powerful chest and arm muscles and lifted his upper body above the pull-up bar.

  “Okay James, I’ll do it. I’ll seduce the magazine reporter. I’ll be the bad boy and douchebag of her wildest fantasies." Blaze's deep brown five-o-clock shadow grazed the pull-up bar as he lifted his head for another rep. "No. Fuck that. I won’t act like a douchebag. I'll be a gentleman. I'll be the best fucking bad boy gentleman that reporter's ever had the pleasure of being seduced by.” Blaze grunted with finality as he lifted his body for another rep.

  “A gentleman and a bad boy?” James laughed. “And you accuse me of being the one who comes up with crazy BS.”

  James shook his head as he h
alf leaned against a nearby bench pretending not to rest.

  “Let’s get back to the house. I’ve only got a few hours to teach you how to be a nasty douchebag before your date with the reporter tonight. And if you think you can be both a gentleman and a bad boy you’ve got a lot to learn little brother.”

  Blaze lifted his muscled chest above the pull-up bar one last time and shot James a cocky smirk.

  James shook his head from side to side again and then one-upped Blaze’s cocky grin with a bad boy silent nod.

  “Good demonstration of the cocky smile brother. Now stop showing off on the pull-up bar and get down here because we’ve got real work to do back at the house.

  Plus, I’ve got a surprise for you. I have a copy of your interviewer’s biography back at the house. She’s got big curves. The smoking hot beauty's exactly your type. You’re not going to be able to keep your cock in your pants once you get a look at her photograph.”

  Chapter 4

  Blaze

  James was right. Blaze’s cock grew hard and thick the moment he opened the biography folder and saw Bernadette’s photograph.

  The drooling man held her picture in hand and inspected the strong yet delicate features of her feminine face. His fingers caressed her pink lips as he scrutinized the expression behind her glimmering green eyes.

  “Her face looks familiar,” Blaze said as he examined Bernadette’s radiant green eyes, plump, youthful skin and long auburn wavy hair with its bright bronze highlights.

  James shot off an email to the company secretary as he responded to Blaze’s statement.

  “I thought you’d recognize her. She looks just like that Scottish nanny we had during the summer we spent in Vancouver when you were 15, and I was 16. You know, the one you had a crush on. The one you caught dad fucking in your bedroom closet. I think her name was Bridget.”

  James stood over Blaze and dug through the biography folder pulling out a side view photograph of Bernadette.

  “See, from this angle she looks exactly like nanny Bridget. Smoking hot. She’s just your type. That’s why I pushed for her to be your interviewer.”

  Blaze shot James a disapproving look.

  “You pushed for her to interview me? I told you, I want to win this prize based on the merit of my work, not because of backroom dealing.

  Be honest, have you interfered with or fixed this contest in any way?”

  James cleared his throat like he had just gotten caught repeating a secret.

  “There’s nothing sinister going on here Blaze…and I haven’t fixed anything. I just got lucky.

  A few days ago my friend Mark showed me a picture of his new girlfriend Olivia on his smartphone and Bernadette just happened to be in the photo with her.

  Mark mentioned that Bernadette was one of the two final candidates vying for the Fashion Editor position at BBW Runway magazine.

  He said that either she or her competition was going to interview you tonight.

  I casually said that I would appreciate it if Bernadette, not her competition was the woman to interview you.

  Mark is head of the marketing department at Runway, not the editorial division, but he must have pulled some strings because Bernadette’s the reporter who’s going to interview you tonight.

  This isn't influencing the contest in any significant way. You should be thanking me, not arguing with me. Aren't you happy Bernadette will be the woman to conduct your interview? The woman to share you bed? Relax, little brother. I haven't fixed the contest.

  The only benefit to you in having Bernadette as an interviewer is that you’ll get to have sex with a hot curvy girl that makes your dick rise.

  It’s like I said. I, no, you, just got lucky.”

  Blaze stared at James skeptically and asked “Is she happy to be interviewing me, instead of the other guy?” still holding Bernadette’s photograph firmly in his hand.

  “Of course,” James replied with an annoyed look on his face.

  “The hottie is a long-time fan of your work. At least that's what Mark said when I asked if she knew anything about you or your photography.

  To top things off, it turns out that she’s a huge fan of your swimmer's body as well."

  Blaze cleared his throat and swallowed twice, but his brother just kept speaking. "I included some of the articles she’s written inside her biography folder. You should read them.

  In fact, you should study her entire biography and get to know as much about her as possible. Knowing more about her will help you to seduce her."

  "About me seducing--"

  "Don't back out on me now. Not when we're so close to winning you that photographer of the year award...and getting you laid. Look. Don't think of this interview as work. Think of it as a first date. Knowing you, you’ll probably end up falling in love with this reporter anyway. So, when you look at the situation that way, this interview is genuinely like a first date."

  "Sure," Blake snorted.

  "Anyway, like I said, you'll probably end up marrying this girl. So, read up. You might want to know something about her before you ask her to marry you and become the future Mrs. Blaze Sparks.”

  “Ha! Ha! Hilarious,” Blaze snorted again as he started to read Bernadette’s bio.

  Before James could say anything else the house intercom buzzed.

  The voice on the other end said, “I’m here to draw your blood and collect your urine for your rapid result STD testing.”

  James buzzed the medical technician inside the house.

  As the technician drew his blood, Blaze nodded at James and said, “I guess you’ve thought of everything.”

  James twisted the corners of his lips upward.

  “You want to have sex with the smoking hot redhead without a condom, don’t you?

  She’s not going to do it bareback without seeing your test results first.

  How many years has it been since you’ve fucked a woman without a condom anyway?”

  Blaze felt his cheeks burn hot.

  “Never.”

  “Never?” James coughed, clearing his throat.

  “Virgi—no, I can’t make fun of you for this.” James said shaking his head from side to side. “Excuse me I have to go and make a few phone calls.”

  Blaze hadn’t imagined that there was even a possibility he could have sex with Bernadette – a virtual stranger – without a condom.

  Although he hadn’t initially thought it possible, he very much wanted to have sex with her flesh to flesh, without a condom between them.

  He had felt an instant connection to the curvy redhead from the first moment he saw her photograph.

  Insta-love, it drove his heart to race with want. He shook his head, telling his body, no. The need in him, that burned for this woman he had yet to even meet, felt schoolboy ridiculous. Wanting to push it away, he rubbed one powerful, clenched against the center of his chest. But, still, that throbbing desire lingered. In fact, it pulsed harder, overpowering any lingering impulse to drive it away.

  I only want her because she looks so much like nanny Bridget, he thought to himself.

  But he knew deep inside that his attraction to her was more than about looks.

  Blaze had never met Bernadette face to face, but he knew of her. This wasn’t even the first time he had laid eyes on the beautiful woman. He had read several of her magazine articles and had seen her face many times at industry events.

  Although they had never spoken, he’d admired her from afar. He’d always admired the regal way she carried herself and the kindness and excitement that shone through her eyes whenever he saw her speaking at an event.

  The medical technician completed the blood draw and then handed Blaze an empty cup to fill with his urine sample.

  Blaze turned away from the technician for privacy, and to hide the fact that his penis had grown hard due to his thoughts of Bernadette.

  He dutifully filled the sample cup and then handed
it back to the medical technician who promptly packed up the sample and handed him a card with a phone number and a code on it.

  “Your STD results will be ready in 2 hours, sir. We’ll send a copy of the results both to Rose at Rose’s dress shop and to your personal email as requested. Please sign here to give permission for us to release your person health information. ”

  Blaze signed the form, buzzed the medical technician out of the house and for the first time in a very long time he was awake and alone in a room by himself.

  The thought of Bernadette’s bare flesh rubbing against his naked cock dominated his mind.

  He reached down and pulled his erection out of his shorts. His manhood was thick and hard, and it pulsed intensely with his every heartbeat. He closed his eyes and began to slide his hand from the base of his shaft to its thick rosy head.

  Blaze imagined himself with his body positioned on top of Bernadette’s, and his manhood held firmly in his hand, pointed down and positioned at the slick entrance of her womanhood.

  He angled his hips down and pressed the firm head of his cock against the petal-soft folds of her opening.

  Slowly he entered her, feeling the wet heat of her core envelope him.

  Inside she was hot like a furnace, much hotter than any woman he had ever been with before.

  He felt the heat deep within her core wrap around him and squeeze and tighten against his cock.

  He pumped his cock in and out of her taught wetness, and when he was deep inside of her as far as he could enter, her hot wet walls locked up around his shaft refusing to let him to leave her body.

  His cock continued to throb and pulse deep inside of her as her inner walls spasmed and crashed around him.

  His balls tightened and rose up towards his body as he prepared to explode inside of her.

  Suddenly he panicked. Both his pulse and his thoughts raced. He thought aloud “What if she doesn’t use birth control? What if I get her pregnant?”