5 Story Boxed Set: The Curves Love at First Sight Collection #2 (BBW Love at Last Erotic Romance: Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys)

by Lisa Chase

  Slowly, she closed the distance between them and kneeled between his legs, marveling at the way his hard shaft stood at attention right in front of her. She gently placed her hands on his knees and moved them up his inner thighs until the tips of her fingers reached his balls. Brushing them lightly, she explored his manhood, running her fingers from his base to the tip and then back again as he sighed under his breath.

  When she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, he smiled and leaned back. He seemed to enjoy her touch and so she squeezed just a little bit to increase the sensation she was creating. When he moaned softly, she began to slide her hand up and down, feeling his hardness as his body responded. When he felt good and ready, she leaned in and ran her tongue across his sensitive tip.

  “Oh, Lauren,” he moaned, thrusting his hips toward her mouth instinctively.

  She enjoyed having his full attention and watching the way he craved more from her. It made her feel confident and she wanted to please him more than ever now. She took the head of his thick member into her mouth and let her tongue swirl gently along the tip as he moaned again, this time, deeper than before. A thrill rushed through her, knowing that she had such an effect on him while she teased his sensitive tip. Soon, she began a slow steady rhythm designed to drive him crazy and he was at her mercy. Using her hands and her mouth, she massaged his entire shaft until he was breathless with desire.

  “Lauren,” he whispered softly. “I want you so badly.”

  The words washed over her with a force that made more warm liquid slip from between her legs and she couldn’t help the way her body responded to his excitement. She wanted him too and she wanted him just as bad. It was now or never, she reasoned, and if she was to follow through on her promise, this was the time to prove it. Making the decision to go all the way, she stood up slowly and placed one knee on either side of his legs as she straddled him on the couch.

  Her wide hips hovered over him as she positioned herself above him and pressed his thick member between her thighs. She could feel the smooth skin of his tip slip between her folds and press against her tight opening. A shiver of excitement washed through her as she slid over him just a little bit and then stopped. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but when he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her down, she knew everything was going to be okay. She felt his rod press gently inside her, splitting her open as an erotic mixture of pleasure and pain took over. Deeper and deeper he pushed inside her, and the further he sunk to her depths, the more she wondered if she would be able to handle his size. Little by little, her body slid down his long hard shaft until she thought he would split her in two. Finally, she reached the base of him and paused for a moment to enjoy the way it felt to have him fill her so completely.

  Once she got used to him, she started sliding up and down his shaft, massaging her inner walls with his rod. At first, she kept a slow and steady pace, but he felt too good inside her and soon, she was moving faster as she enjoyed the feel of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and he put his hands on her waist to help her maintain the rhythm. Soon, he matched the way her body rocked over him, thrusting his hips up to her as she bounced down. Every time she drove down on him, he filled her with every inch of himself until they were moving in time together.

  Her whole body was on fire and she could feel the tingle in her belly again. She was so close to losing control and she could feel him swelling inside her. He was so hard and so full that she realized he was just as close to climax as she was and his moans grew deeper. His hands were no longer just holding on, they were grabbing her, desperately pulling her toward him as his body begged for release.

  “Oh, you feel so good,” she moaned aloud.

  Dave just nodded as he gasped for air and feverishly thrust deep inside her.

  With every stroke the pleasure was mounting between them. Lauren could feel her climax growing like wildfire and she instinctively increased her speed, rocking her hips back and forth even as his shaft swelled bigger and harder and became more demanding.

  “Oh, Lauren,” Dave groaned under his breath, his tone desperate for her to respond.

  Hearing her name on his lips like that finally drove her over the edge and she echoed his plea. “Oh, Dave,” she squealed. “Yes!”

  With that, a second powerful orgasm began in her center and spilled out over her body, consuming every inch of her. As it took over, she could feel his muscles tense as he flexed and thrust deep and hard inside her. As she felt him pulse against her, he began moaning and calling her name as he came.

  Finally, he pushed his hips up toward her in one final thrust, filling her like never before as Lauren collapsed on top of him. Breathless and overwhelmed, she lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath and gather herself.

  “That was incredible,” she finally sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder and let her fingers run through his thick, dark hair.

  “You are incredible,” he whispered softly as his hands glided up and down her back, stirring up little goose bumps along her supple skin.

  “I’m so glad you feel that way,” she smiled, feeling a bit more confident than she did when she had first walked in. Pushing herself up, she shot him an impish grin that lasted a little too long. She knew she needed to ignore the way she was feeling and get back to business. Besides, deep down she knew she would ever be able to work with him again without thinking about what had just happened between them.

  Gathering herself, she pushed the butterflies aside and flipped her hair back over her shoulders. “Now about that contract…” she said, reaching toward the coffee table where she’d left the folder.

  “The contract?” he asked. “I can’t sign that yet.”

  When she whipped around, he met her with a mischievous grin.

  She immediately shot upright, a confused and worried look upon her face.

  “You can’t?” she asked, feeling a bit of fear begin to raise her in throat again. “Why not? I mean, I just proved I would do anything for it. What could you possibly…”

  Before she could finish her sentence, he cut her off. “Wait, so you thought that was what I wanted this whole time?”

  She cocked her head and furrowed her brow. “It wasn’t?”

  He sighed with a smile. “I was wondering why you came on so strong. Not that I minded, of course, I’ve been fantasizing about you since our first phone call. But, no, I didn’t expect you to sleep with me for the contract. I had actually planned to offer you a permanent job with my firm.”

  “But…” It was the only word she conjure up as she tried to recall how she had been so misled.

  “It’s my fault, really,” he tried to assure her. “I hesitated, but only because I was worried about working so closely with you when I knew I wanted you so badly.”

  Lauren suddenly felt deflated, embarrassed even. “Oh my god,” she breathed, trying to figure out a way to redeem herself in any way possible. “I really screwed this up, didn’t I? No wonder you’re not going to sign the contract.”

  She knew right then that it was time to accept that she had lost the deal, and most likely her reputation. The papers would have a field day with this, she reasoned.

  “Now wait a second,” he suddenly said in a reassuring voice. “I never said I wasn’t going to sign your contract. I just said I couldn’t sign it yet.”

  Her brow rose automatically and she looked at him, confused.

  “I told you on that first call that when we signed we would celebrate with the champagne that I’ve been saving back at my place. I thought we agreed?”

  She swallowed hard, unsure of her own memory again.

  “Your place?” she asked.

  “Yes, don’t you remember? We agreed the day I hired you.” His stare was serious, but the smile on his lips looked playful.

  Suddenly, Lauren recalled their first conversation and her frown began to melt into a smile that matched his own. “I guess I did, but…” she s
tarted to say, but paused as she realized that he was suggesting they meet again.

  “Are you changing your mind?” he suddenly asked, an expression on his face that mirrored his earlier worry.

  “No,” she said, feeling a rush of confidence return. “Absolutely not.” A genuine smile played across her lips as she leaned in and kissed the man she had fallen for. “I’d love to celebrate with you!”

  THE END

  Wanting Curves

  Description: When Kerri spends a weekend at Cory Parker’s ranch, she can’t help notice the sexy cowboy. But when it’s time for her to leave, she finds it isn’t easy to say goodbye. Now, he has his hand on the curve of her hip, sliding lower and Kerri is about to find out just how ‘hard’ Cory is willing to work to convince her to stay.

  Wanting Curves

  Kerri sighed. It had been an incredible weekend but it was time to get back to reality.

  When she got her boyfriend’s text to meet him at a small country bar nearly an hour from the city, she had almost ignored it. Things hadn’t been going very well between them but the text reminded her of when they first met and he would send her messages to meet him at unusual places for unexpected nights together. One night it had been a symphony, another night the zoo after closing. It had been a whirlwind back then, and finally, she realized that that one little text might be his way of bringing the spark back between them.

  So, she had left work early Friday afternoon, stopped home to pack a few things and driven off, to the small country bar in the message. It wasn’t until she arrived that she realized just how wrong she was.

  He was there, but sitting next to him wasn’t an empty seat for her, but a wispy little blonde with a short skirt and an even shorter blouse. That was when she realized that that one text – a mistext to be exact – had changed their relationship. She broke up with him on the spot and the last thing she remembered seeing was the two of them head out the door together.

  After that, the rest of the night had been a bit of a blur. She remembered ordering some liquid therapy but she had apparently ordered a few too many because the next morning she woke up somewhere totally unfamiliar.

  At first, she had been afraid that she had gone home with one of the locals but when she looked around, she realized she was completely alone in a small little bungalow. That had been when things had gotten even more unusual.

  That’s when she had met Cory.

  Cory was a local ranch owner and a traditional cowboy, he had apparently looked after her the night before. When she wouldn’t tell him where she lived, he had taken her back to his ranch where he had given her a room in his guesthouse to let her sleep it off. She blushed as little bits of the night found their way into her memory.

  When she finally met him in the morning, she had been embarrassed and wanted to repay him. He wouldn’t take any of her money. Instead, she had offered to help him at the ranch. She remembered the smile he had given her as he accepted her offer and they headed to the barn. That first day just seemed to slip away as they talked and laughed while tending the horses and handling other mundane aspects of country life. The day went by so fast that next thing she knew, she was staying to join him for dinner, and then it was too late to leave and she was there for another night.

  But now, with work on Monday morning, it was finally time to go.

  She let out a long sigh as she packed her few things and prepared to return to the reality of her so-called life. Sure, she had a great job, an apartment all her own and a busy city lifestyle that she loved, but the country had been so peaceful, she thought, a stark contrast from the city life she knew back home. All the men in the city all wanted one thing, but here, she’d found someone who seemed to just enjoy her company and conversation.

  Cory Parker was the kind of guy she never thought she’d meet. He was a gentleman in the true sense of word. From the moment she had arrived he had made her feel special even though she was alone. He had invited her to join him at meals, ride with him on the trails and for a while, it had almost seemed as if it was just the two of them alone on the ranch. They had talked for hours and yet she could hardly remember what they talked about, all she remembered is that she was smiling the whole time.

  That was Cory Parker, the man who made her smile.

  She loved the days at the ranch, but the evenings were her favorite. The summer haze hovered over the fields waiting to put the crops to bed, tucking them in sweetly before the chill of the night descended over the ranch. It was a comfortable kind of humid, like nature’s hug on her supple skin. And of course, she’d spent most of those evenings in good company.

  When she set out to break up with her boyfriend, she hadn’t expected to meet someone who would take her mind off of him so quickly.

  “I’m going to miss this place,” she said aloud, though if she was honest with herself, she was going to miss Cory more.

  She looked around the room for anything she might have forgotten. As her gaze took in the room, it was quickly interrupted by the sight of the handsome ranch owner on his horse just outside the window. Unconsciously Kerri smiled, but her grin was quickly replaced with a small frown. The last thing she wanted to do was say goodbye.

  Even now, as she was about to say farewell, the corners of her mouth began to curve up again as she watched him ride up to the porch on his large stallion.

  Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she quickly made her way to the door to meet him as he arrived. The bright sun made her wish she had her sunglasses, but even through squinted eyes, she could see his bright blue eyes and dark, mussed up hair. He had a large powerful frame with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. Her heart raced as she watched him.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone a bit more harsh than she had intended. After last night, she had convinced herself that their short goodbye had been better than the long drawn out conversation she had expected. Now, seeing him here this morning, just meant it would be harder… at least for her.

  “Well, hello to you too,” he quipped with a grin.

  She smiled and rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her hips. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said. “I just didn’t expect to see you today.”

  That’s why she had thought that leaving without seeing him would be easier. And now that he was there, she knew things were going to get hard.

  His thickly muscled body stepped out from behind his horse. “Why wouldn’t I be here?” he said more than asked. “I make my rounds every morning, Ms. Jamison.”

  “Right, of course, your rounds,” Kerri quipped, rolling her eyes, “and you know you don’t have to greet me so formally.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he added with a smile.

  Kerri frowned at the way he was acting. The night before they’d spent hours in front of the campfire together and he hadn’t called her ma’am then. When everyone else went to bed, the two of them had stayed behind, enjoying the heat of the fire and each other’s company. And now, he was being so formal.

  “I said, cut it out,” she reminded him with a smirk. “Now, what can I do for you?”

  A gentle smile grew upon his lips and he closed the distance between them. “Well,” he began, stepping toward her, “I’ve come to say goodbye.”

  Kerri couldn’t help but smile. Cory was as handsome as he was kind, and something in the way he looked at her when he spoke made her feel warm inside. “Well, that’s awfully nice of you,” she told him. “Come on in, I’ve just finished cleaning up.”

  She turned back toward the house and stepped inside the front door, listening carefully for Cory’s footsteps to follow her. It took a moment, but soon she heard his boots on the front porch and presumed he caught the screen before it slammed behind her.

  “Ms. Jamison?” he called to her.

  She cringed at the sound of that, and turned around to scold him for the second time. But then she saw his smile. A rakish grin upon his face as the corners of his mouth hitched ever-so-slightly. He kn
ew she hated it when he called her that. For a moment, she felt he only did it to tease her.

  “I just can’t help myself,” he said, as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, her lips just inches from his.

  Kerri’s heart stopped. His left hand slipped down the gentle slope of her back and pulled her even closer. Cory held her gently, her soft body pressed against then hard rigid planes of his stomach.

  “Cory,” she heard herself say with surprise but before she knew what to say next, she felt the warmth of his breath just inches away from her. Kerri was certain she gasped, but then his soft lips were pressed against hers.

  He kissed her with a kind of passion that only familiar lovers have, and at first, it took her by surprise. But as she let out a soft sigh, she allowed herself to taste the sweet scent of coffee on his breath and enjoy the feel of his velvety tongue as it darted inside her warm mouth.

  Her mind was racing, but she was unable to put together any thoughts as his kiss drove all rational thought from her head. His fingers mirrored the passion in his kiss, as they slowly moved down and slid along the supple curves of her hips. She could feel her body tremble under his touch.

  Finally, she gathered herself and pulled away, her gaze met his.

  What was he doing? Why was he doing this? Why now, she wondered. The thoughts raced through her head, but every one of them had been stonewalled by the soft caress of his lips on hers. She knew she should’ve said no, pushed him away and told him to leave before she got hurt again. But as she parted her lips to speak, his warm tongue slipped between them and his passion was hard to ignore.

  What was happening? She’d only known Cory for a few days and he’d never done anything like this. The chemistry between them had always been a fantasy. These were just fleeting feelings based on the novelty of it all, or at least that was what she had told herself last night.