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

  “Oh, Beth,” he groaned, guiding himself deeper inside.

  Beth welcomed him, inching down his shaft until every swollen inch of his mammoth erection filled her warm mouth.

  “Wow,” he moaned again, sliding his thick member from her lips. “I’ve always wanted this.”

  Although she wanted to tell him that she felt the same, Beth didn’t answer. Instead, she gripped his thick length and massaged it with her tongue, circling around his shaft and then sucking him deeply. Teasing him slowly, she guided him in and out of her mouth, stroking him with her lips, each time moving further and further down his shaft. Moaning in ecstasy, she matched the rhythm of her moans with her long, deep strokes as she finally took him as deep as she could.

  She could feel the pressure building inside of him as he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed gently. Beth loved the way he guided her to his pleasure. She could feel him swelling in her mouth as every muscle in his body flexed. She knew he was so close, but she only wanted to bring him to the edge, not take him over it completely. She loved that she was having such an effect on him, but she still wanted to feel him inside her.

  * * * * *

  Andrew was about to explode. The feel of Beth’s mouth making love to him was the first time he had been touched in a long time. In fact, it had been two years, and the sensation of her touch had been a distant fantasy until now. Until they had that moment in front of the door when he knew he had to say something or he would lose her forever.

  “Oh Beth,” he moaned softly. ‘I’m going to come.”

  She continued teasing him softly with her tongue, her gaze meeting his as he fought hard to hold back. Finding his release anywhere but inside her was not an option.

  “Beth,” he said again, this time more assertively.

  Beth slid her mouth up along his shaft until just the tip of her tongue touched his sensitive head. In between licks she looked up at him, her eyes fixed on him as she answered. “Yes, Andrew?”

  Andrew pulled Beth up quickly until she was on top of him, her most secret of places hovering just out of reach of his swollen sex. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered, guiding his plump head deep between her thighs. She opened herself to him, gently lowering herself down until he could feel the heat from her pulling him in. Closer and closer.

  “Do you want me, Beth?” Andrew asked.

  Beth nodded and smiled as she lowered her hips further, allowing her body to settle in to his size. Andrew gasped as she welcomed him. She was so warm, so wet.

  “Oh,” he groaned under his breath. “You are so wet.”

  Andrew spread her with the tip of his hard head, took a deep breath and gently pressed deep inside her with one solid stroke. She squealed, settling into him as she took every inch of his swollen girth. She was so wet and tight. She was everything he imagined her to be. Feeling her tender grip around his shaft as he plunged inside her, he groaned in ecstasy.

  “You feel so amazing,” he breathed, losing himself in the feel of her warm embrace.

  “You do, too,” she whispered, lowering herself over him until their bodies were flush. “You feel so incredible.”

  Her voice sparked something inside him and he suddenly wanted her to know that he hadn’t forgotten how to please a woman—especially a beautiful, full-figured woman like Beth. He pressed himself deeper inside, really taking the time to feel how her body wrapped around him and welcomed him.

  Andrew’s hands moved to her hips as he pulled her down over his solid erection, driving his shaft deeper and deeper. Her moans became louder as she opened herself to him, taking his long, deep strokes as he began to pump slowly in and out of her. Pulling out gently, he slipped himself out of her again and then plunged deep inside once more, building up speed until his rhythm was hard and fast.

  “Oh!” she squealed, raising her hips and then dropping them over him. “Yes, Andrew. Yes!”

  He plunged deep again and again, feeling his shaft massage against her firm inner muscles. She was bouncing on top of him, her hair wild with excitement.

  “Oh, Beth,” Andrew groaned, plunging to her depths again.

  Andrew slid his hands to her luscious derriere as he thrust himself between her thighs. He plunged deep inside, his hips slapping against her with each push. He just couldn’t get enough.

  She gave her hips to him, spreading her thighs for him to smack his body into hers with force.

  “Oh, yeah!” Beth moaned, the tone of her voice letting him know that she was enjoying him as much as he was enjoying her.

  Her body swallowed him whole. His firm shaft pounded her over and over again, coaxing a warm rush of wetness to slip out of her. She began moaning and squealing as she savored every minute of his grind. But she was too loud. She might wake the kids. Andrew reached up from and gently placed his hand over her mouth. But it only made her wilder with passion.

  “Shhh…” Andrew tried to hush her as he thrust upward, pumping her full.

  She squealed under his hand. She was so wet, so hot. His hand over her mouth seemed to turn her on even more; which, in turn, turned Andrew on to the point where he could feel himself swell inside her.

  “Oh God, I’m gonna come,” he moaned.

  Beth pushed his hand away.

  “Not without me,” she told him, rocking her hips over his hard rod.

  “You’re so wet, Beth,” he groaned. “I’m not sure I can hold it. I’m gonna come.”

  Beth reached down between her supple thighs and started rubbing her little nub. Her pinkness swelled inside, gripping his engorged member. She rubbed hard and fast, igniting the fire within. And as her tiny nub swelled and throbbed under her fingers, she felt that fire begin to burn as a warm wave of pleasure consumed her. Her juices saturated Andrew’s thick member and he, too, found his release.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” he moaned, as the orgasm overcame him at last.

  “Don’t stop,” she breathed, coming with him. “Oh, yes, right there, Andrew. I can feel you coming. Can you feel me?””

  Andrew gripped her bottom and pressed his hips upward as his muscles flexed. His legs were trembling underneath her as he felt her body tense and throb around his erection. His body was on fire too. He gasped as the unfamiliar sensation washed over his body, more intense than anything he had ever remembered.

  Beth’s body fell limp over him, still swallowing every inch of his sex. She was dripping with orgasmic juices, trying to catch her breath. Brushing the hair from her face, she looked down at Andrew, who was still inside her.

  “You really didn’t want me to go, did you?” she teased.

  Andrew let his stare linger on her without saying a word. Just looking at her made him want her. Even though he had just had an overwhelming orgasm, the thought of how it would feel to be inside her made him want to take her again right now. He was starting to swell again just thinking about it.

  Beth tried to pull away, but he still wasn’t ready to let her go.

  “Is there more?” she joked. “I thought you said there was only one more thing.”

  “Oh, there’s a lot more,” Andrew quipped.

  “Oh really?” Beth asked, arching her brow as she glanced down at his hardening shaft. “Well, I was going to leave, but now I’m reconsidering.”

  “Are you reconsidering staying for the job or for me?” he inquired, hoping it was the latter.

  “Well, which one are you offering, Andrew?”

  “Both” he said without hesitating. It was the truth. “So will you stay?”

  “Oh, Andrew,” she laughed, as she kissed him. “I thought you’d never ask!”

  THE END

  Taking Curves

  Description: When Amanda gets caught wrecking her boss’s car, she thinks she will certainly get fired. So when the handsome Mr. Wilson confronts her, Amanda hopes that a little flirting will help her keep her job. But when he sees the full figured vixen, he can’t help wondering just how far her offer really goes. Now,
his hand is sliding down her hips, and teasing the edge of her skirt and if she wants to stay out of trouble, she may have to let her sexy boss take just what he wants.

  Taking Curves

  Amanda pulled what used to be her boss’s beautiful Ferrari into the spacious parking garage of his mansion, wincing as the tire squeaked against the ruined fender. Still shaking and feeling sick to her stomach, she turned the key to quiet the powerful engine as she dropped her head against the steering wheel and furiously tried to think of a way out of the horrible situation she had gotten herself into.

  Sure, she had been known to sneak his car out for a quick jaunt on occasion. She couldn’t help how much she loved the way it felt to roar down the back country roads, feel the wind in her hair, and experience the adrenaline in her veins. But she had never imagined anything bad could happen, and until, now, nothing ever had.

  Her secret habit had started innocently enough. She’d been at his estate one weekend to help him out while his driver / mechanic had the day off. He’d noticed a few drops of oil on his normally pristine garage floor and was fretting about it. She had offered to take his car into the dealer to have it checked and from that day on, she had been hooked on the need for speed.

  Driving his car had become an addiction of sorts, one she couldn’t give up even though she probably should have stopped long ago. Somehow, though, she had convinced herself that it was okay. Her boss had it all, she reasoned, and really had nothing to lose. He was gorgeous and loaded with more money than god, and he just happened to own more cars than he could drive. She was actually doing him a favor by taking it out; at least that’s what she told herself. A beautiful car like that deserved to be driven, not abandoned in a garage. Besides, he was out of town so much she figured he would never even notice.

  But this time, he was sure to notice and her joyriding days were all over now.

  She took a long, deep breath and got out of the car to survey the damage, hoping it wasn’t as bad as it had looked on the side of the road. But as she circled the front of her boss’s prized Ferrari, she realized it was worse than she had originally thought. Much, much worse.

  The whole side of the car was scraped. The bumper was dented, the fender was crushed and the side mirror had been knocked clean off. She tried to swallow the giant knot in her throat as she shook her head in disbelief. There was no way to hide this. It wasn’t as if she could just put some nail polish on a scrape and pretend it hadn’t happened. This was bad. Really bad.

  “Stupid deer,” she cursed under her breath. What was it doing in the middle of the road anyway? Sure, she had managed to avoid killing the dumb thing, but saving its life meant she was going to be dead when her boss found out that she had swerved and hit the guardrail. A deep sigh escaped her as she wished she had never taken the car out that day.

  As she put the keys back in the cabinet and hit the button to close the garage door, she wondered what she should do. Though he rarely even drove himself, it was his favorite car. But there were dozens of exotic cars in her boss’s garage, she noticed. In fact, it was more like a barn than a garage and if she didn’t say anything, it might be weeks before he even noticed the damage. By then, maybe she would have enough time to figure out how to have it fixed. Any delay would help, she reasoned as she began to sneak inside the house.

  But any chance of a long delay quickly vanished when a deep, rumbling voice spoke up behind her and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

  “Amanda? What the hell happened to my car?”

  She froze in place, recognizing the voice as her boss’s as she cringed and turned to face him. She was busted and she knew it.

  “Um…hi, Mr. Wilson,” she said, her voice so soft she wasn’t even sure that he had heard her.. She couldn’t move. She just stood there with a dumb look on her face trying to figure out what to say next.

  Unfortunately, nothing came to mind, and it wasn’t just because she felt so stupid. The truth of the matter was she often found herself speechless in his presence. He was just so distracting! Just the site of him made her stomach fill with butterflies and she had never understood why he was still single. He was an intimidating six feet plus and his large, solid body was toned and hard. At least it looked that way under his tailored clothes, and tonight was no different. He was wearing a casual black polo shirt that stretched over his thick biceps and showed off his powerful arms. She’d seen him wear it before and it had quickly become a staple in her favorite late-night fantasies about him. More than once she had imagined pulling it over his head to examine his strong chest and run her fingers over his tan, taut skin.

  “My god!” she heard him say and it snapped her out of her daydream. She watched as he looked over the damage and then back at her. “Amanda, are you ok?” he asked flatly.

  She tried to pull herself together. “Yes, Mr. Wilson” she said in small voice. “I’m fine. It was just a little scrape.”

  “I think you and I have different definitions of the word ‘scrape’,” he said pointedly as he gestured toward the damaged sports car. “That’s not a little scrape, Amanda.”

  She gulped as she looked up at his chiseled features. His steely blue eyes locked on hers, making her nervous as he looked her over with a serious stare. Even mad, he was staggeringly handsome and she suddenly felt hot under his watch. It was clear how furious he was and she knew she should be focusing on how much trouble she was in, but even as she faced something as bad as getting fired, she couldn’t help the way he made her feel. She had never seen such an intense expression from him before and the undivided attention from him thrilled her in a way that she hadn’t expected. A shiver of warmth ran through her body and she bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling.

  “Amanda?” he yelled. “My car! You destroyed my car! Don’t you have anything to say?”

  She didn’t. She just stood there silent, unable to answer for her actions. She knew that no excuse would be good enough for him and she wasn’t going to insult him by making something up.

  An awkward silence hung between them until finally, she took a deep breath, shrugged her shoulders helplessly and released all of her guilt in a heavy sigh. There was only one thing she could say and she knew she should just say it.

  “I am so sorry, Mr. Wilson.”

  It was clear that he didn’t appreciate her apology as much as she had hoped. “You took my car without permission and wrecked it,” he reiterated. “Sorry doesn’t really cover it.” He looked back at the damage, shook his head and then looked at her again, “Was anyone else involved? Who’d you hit?”

  “No,” she answered automatically. “I swerved to avoid hitting a deer and hit the guard rail instead. That’s it. No one else was there or saw anything.”

  “Well, that’s a plus,” he huffed, “but hardly enough to make me feel better. I’m presuming your insurance will cover this in a timely manner, am I right?”

  Amanda hung her head and looked at the ground. Mr. Wilson hadn’t provided her with benefits and her own car insurance didn’t cover her in someone else’s vehicle. Without saying a word, she shook her head to let him know that there was no way she would be able to fix the damage she had caused.

  “So basically what I’m hearing is that you stole my car, wrecked it, and you don’t have insurance,” he said flatly, his voice escalating to an irritated tone. “You do realize I have no choice, don’t you? I have to call the police, Amanda. There’s at least $50,000 worth of damage here and someone has to deal with the consequences. It’s going to have to be you.”

  She looked up just in time to see him take his phone out of his pocket and start to dial it.

  “No! Mr. Wilson, please,” she begged as she rushed over and tried to grab the phone out of his hand. His grip was firm, so she wrapped her smaller hands around his and tried to retrieve it. They struggled for a moment, but when she looked up at him, she realized just how close he was and it suddenly took her off guard. His body was just inches from hers and she could almost feel
the heat of body against her clothes.

  She tried to hide her affection for him. “Please, don’t call them,” she pleaded, her big eyes looking up at him with genuine worry. “I’ll make it up to you, please.”

  For a moment he was quiet as he stared at her, his eyes moving up and down her body like he was seeing her for the first time. She felt warm under his stare, waiting for him to respond, hoping that he would let go of the phone and hear her out. Finally, he forced his gaze back to hers and narrowed his eyes.

  “What are you suggesting?” he asked casually.

  Her mouth suddenly went dry and she nervously swallowed. His gaze was unwavering and she felt herself falter underneath the intensity of his deep blue eyes. She had never been this close to him before and nervous excitement was beginning to brew in her belly. Their bodies were nearly touching and she could feel his breath on her face, teasing her, taunting her. She licked her lips unconsciously and prepared to speak.

  “Please, Mr. Wilson, I will do whatever it takes to fix this,” she said, her voice soft and low. “Just please, please, don’t call the police.” She paused and looked into his eyes, hoping he could read the sincerity in her face. When his expression slowly changed from anger to curiosity, she realized she might be making progress and moved even closer to him

  “Please, Mr. Wilson,” she continued, pressing her advantage. “You know I can make it up to you,” she pled softly. “Please, let me try.”

  She had meant it as an innocent request, but somehow it didn’t come out like one. Especially since their lips were only inches apart and the heat between their bodies was undeniable. It must have been too much for him to resist, because he suddenly let go of his phone and let her have it. She immediately took it and held it behind her back, causing her breasts to push against his chest as she smiled in triumph.