TITUS: A BBW Romance (Big Hot Alphas Book 2)

by Kate Hunt

Then she’s down on her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. I curse under my breath as she licks and sucks my length, taking me deeper each time. Fuck, she gets me so hot that I can hardly see straight.

  A few minutes later, letting out a growl, I shoot my load down her sweet throat. She moans and swallows, then licks my cock clean. I’m still hard, ready to go again already, and Madison looks up at me with doe eyes as she starts to slide me deep into her mouth again.

  But I urge her up to her feet. I pull her over to the bed. I use one hand to hold the back of her neck as I kiss her and use the other to push down her panties and find out how wet she is.

  She’s soaked.

  I sit down on the bed and pull all her curvy gorgeousness onto my lap. She sinks down onto my cock and lets out a high moan. As she slides up and down, I thrust up into her, her wetness coating my cock.

  Our lips crush together as the pleasure builds between us. We move together as one, our breathing growing heavy together, our skin bursting with heat. I slide my hands around to her apple-cheeked ass and squeeze, groaning at how good she feels.

  “Oh, God,” Madison moans. “Titus. I’m so close.”

  She shuts her eyes and drops her head back, giving into the ecstasy. I drink in her beauty and thrust hard into her as she rides my cock, giving her every thick inch. When she cries out and she clenches around my cock, it sets me off, too.

  “Fuck,” I growl and spill into her, filling her with my seed.

  Madison gasps for breath as she collapses against me. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you more,” I say, kissing her neck.

  “Not this argument again,” she groans, laughing as she continues to catch her breath.

  We get comfortable in the bed, the soft bedsheets crumpled around us. As we lay there talking about the wedding, Madison traces a finger over my chest.

  “You drawing something?” I ask.

  She giggles. “Nope. I’ve got no artistic skill whatsoever.” She sits up. “But that does remind me of something.”

  She slides out of bed with one of the bedsheets wrapped around her, crosses the room to open up the bag she brought to the hotel, and pulls out a wrapped gift.

  “This is from Joe,” she says, coming back to the bed with it. “He gave it to me right before we left.” I sit up higher in bed and watch her peel off the wrapping paper. When the gift inside is revealed, we both just stare at it for a few seconds in impressed silence.

  It’s a framed drawing done by Joe—a sketch of Madison and I sitting in one of the booths at the café, Madison in my arms and us looking at each other with lovestruck eyes.

  “Aw,” says Madison, laying a hand over her chest. “This is so sweet.”

  “The guy sure can draw,” I say, shaking my head in admiration.

  “I know, right?”

  Madison appreciates the drawing for a few seconds longer, then sets it aside and turns toward me again. “What time do we need to leave tomorrow morning?”

  When we were planning our honeymoon, we considered a lot of different places we could travel to. But in the end, we couldn’t choose just one. So we’re spending a full six weeks abroad and have plans to go all over the place.

  “We should probably get out of here by seven thirty,” I say. “Get down to the airport around eight.”

  “Guess we shouldn’t stay up all night, then, huh?” she asks, pressing her curves against me teasingly.

  “No, I think we should,” I say. “Fuck sleep. We can do that on the flight.”

  Madison giggles and wraps her legs around me as I move over her.

  I’m already rock hard for her, ready to make her mine all over again.

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue – Madison

  4 Years Later

  “You really took all of these photos, Mason?” asks Sylvia.

  We’re up north visiting Titus’s parents and his brother, and our son is showing off the photos he took on the drive up. We got him a little kids’ digital camera last year and he especially loves using it when we travel. So far, as a family of three, we’ve only traveled stateside, but Titus and I have been talking about taking another trip abroad—we’d love to revisit all the places we went to on our honeymoon with our little one in tow.

  Mason looks away from the TV screen that we’re viewing the photos on.

  “Yep!” he says proudly to his grandma. “All of them.”

  “They’re very good, sweetie. In fact, I think you might just grow up to be a photographer.”

  Suddenly Mason’s pride dissolves into concern. He leans over to me and whispers a little too loudly into my ear, “Do I have to, Mom?”

  Everybody in the room laughs.

  “No, honey,” I say. “You can be whatever you want when you grow up.”

  Mason sighs in relief and pushes a button on his camera, bringing up the most recent photo he took—the view of his grandparents’ house as we pulled into the driveway.

  “That’s the last one!” he announces.

  “That was great, kiddo,” says Michael, Titus’s dad.

  “Yeah, it was,” chimes in Luca.

  “Anyone want more coffee?” asks Sylvia. When everyone shakes their head no, she stands up and gathers a few of the coffee cups to bring them into the kitchen. I stack all our empty dessert plates and balance the remaining coffee cups on top before following Sylvia. When she turns around from the sink and sees that I’ve carried in the rest of the dishes, she shakes her head and laughs.

  “I should have known you’d carry them all in at once, Madison,” she says.

  “It’s hard to break my waitressing habits,” I say, smiling as I lower them into the sink.

  Sylvia pulls on her dishwashing gloves. “How have things been at the café?”

  After Mason was born, I took a few months off from waitressing. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that although I love my son to death and would do anything for him, being a full-time stay-at-home mom isn’t for me. And so, when Mason was three months old, I started taking shifts at the café again. It took a little while to find the right balance, but we eventually did. Now, I work just a couple days a week while Titus takes care of Mason; we spend the rest of the week together as a family.

  “The café’s been great,” I tell my mother-in-law. “We just hosted a benefit dinner and it was a huge success. My mom even helped out.”

  “Yeah? That’s wonderful, Madison,” says Sylvia. “I’ve been meaning to ask about your mom.”

  “She’s well,” I say, nodding. It’s taken a while to rebuild a relationship with my mom; while it meant a lot for her to show up on our wedding day, that didn’t magically solve everything. But we’ve worked on it day by day, and we’re in a much better place now.

  Sylvia and I finish things up in the kitchen. When we step back into the living room, we find Mason running around the room acting over-the-top silly, keeping his dad and uncle and grandfather entertained. I take a moment to just soak in the scene, so grateful for everything I have.

  Mason hops up onto the couch and gets right up in his uncle’s face.

  “Uncle Luca?” Mason says.

  “Yeah, bud?”

  “How come you don’t have a girlfriend?”

  “Honey,” I immediately break in, walking across the room to the couch. “That’s not polite to ask. Sorry, Luca.”

  “Nah, it’s cool,” Luca says. He smiles at Mason. “Actually…I did meet someone recently. Her name is Quinn.”

  I glance at Titus; he raises an eyebrow back at me.

  “Is she pretty?” Mason asks his uncle.

  “She’s very pretty,” Luca says.

  “Are you gonna marry her?” asks Mason. “Are you gonna have a baby?”

  “Mason!” I say.

  Mason laughs, jumps off the couch, and starts running around again, forgetting about the questions he just asked his uncle.

  Honestly, though? I kind of want to ask Luca all the same things. I know I’m g
etting way ahead of myself, but the idea of getting a sister-in-law—and Mason potentially getting a cousin or two—warms my heart.

  But I’ll let Luca tell us about Quinn on his own terms.

  I settle onto the couch beside Titus, who drapes an arm around me. He lays a kiss on my temple and I lean against him, fitting myself against his big frame. As Mason races around the room, entertaining us all some more, Titus leans down and whispers in my ear, “Love you so much.”

  For a second, I’m overwhelmed with how much love I feel for this man. And I think about how—later—I’m going to show him exactly how I feel.

  But for right now, I just look up at him and smile, and whisper back that I love him, too, and settle in a little closer to him. Then we turn our attention back to our son, who is the epitome of pure joy as he races around the room.

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  Kate Hunt writes short, sexy, feel-good romances about delicious men and the feisty heroines they can’t live without. Kate is married to her high school sweetheart, unapologetically spoils her pets, and always has a song stuck in her head.

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