by Bailey Rock
“Sara, my beautiful girl, I have missed you.”
She looked up at me, her dark lashes fluttering. Her mouth was pursed slightly. I wanted to take her.
“Brett, don’t ever leave me again.”
That was all it took. I growled, bending down to scoop her up and holding her tight to my chest. “I won’t, Sara, I won’t,” I promised. “Now point me to you room. You’re mine now.”
Her heart was beating wildly, and I could feel it on my chest.
“Down the hall to the right,” she said. “Mind the shoes on the floor.”
I chuckled. “Are you a messy girl, Sara?”
She grinned up at me and then turned her head to press her amazing mouth on mine. “I’m your messy girl, Brett.”
I carried her down the hall quickly, not wanting to miss out on a single second of having her to my own. Kicking open the door, I stepped over a pair of shoes that were laying by the bed and placed her gently on top. She looked amazing waiting on me. Her hair was fanned out around her head, her breasts barely contained in her top. Mindful of her ankle, I bent to kiss the other, slowing working my way up her leg. I heard her breath hitch, and when she moaned, I abandoned her curvy thigh and climbed on top of her, pressing my mouth to hers, taking what I wanted. Her.
Chapter 7
Sara
I’d never had a man touch me the way that Brett was. I needed to tell him, but when he was kissing up my leg and reached my inner thigh, I didn’t want him to stop.
God, don’t stop.
He had to know, though. When he climbed up on top of me to keep kissing me, I pushed him gently away.
“Brett, you need to know something about me,” I said.
He stopped and leaned back, looking concerned. Taking my hand in his, he raised it to his lips and gently kissed it before answering. “What is it, Sara?”
I was embarrassed and didn’t know how to tell him. “I’m…well, I’m a virgin.” Shutting my eyes quickly I tried to not look at him. I didn’t want to see the disappointment that I was sure would be on his face.
“My gorgeous girl,” he said, pressing my hand to his chest. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I promised you that I’ll take care of you and be careful, okay? I love you.”
No man had ever said those words to me before. I gasped and grinned, reaching to pull him back down to me, wanting to feel his kisses all over my skin. I burned for him. I ached for him. “I love you too, Brett,” I said, kissing him deeper than ever.
He fell back onto me, his body weighing me down and making me feel safe. I moaned and moved under him, and he leaned back to pull my top, freeing my breasts. Taking a nipple in his teeth, he began to tug it and tease me.
“Brett, that feels so good!” I’d never experienced anything like that before. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!”
He did, but just for a moment, just long enough to shift position and help me strip out of my clothes. Sitting up by me on the bed he gazed down at me, taking in all of me. Reaching out his hand, he ran it slowly up my side, making me shiver.
“You are so damn sexy, you know that, Sara?”
His voice was husky and deep. This is it. I’m going to give myself to this man.
“I need you, Brett,” I said. “Take me.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled his shirt off and slid off his jeans and boxers, tossing them carelessly on the floor. He had a huge cock and it sprang out at me, thick and hard. I wanted to know what it felt like.
“Will it fit? Brett, you’re so big.”
He grinned at me, climbing back on top of me and kissing me again. “I promise we’ll make it fit, my love.”
One hand held my breast while the other slipped down between my legs, sliding between my folds and gently stroking me. I moaned and pushed against him, feeling heat in my body that I never knew was possible. He cupped me, gently, kissing me harder, his tongue exploring my mouth.
I kissed him back, hungry for more, wanting him to keep going, to never stop, but he did. He kissed down my body, gently spreading my legs and lowering his head. His tongue, hot and slick, slid between my legs, opening me up and tasting me. I moaned, and reached down to hold his head in place.
Again and again he licked my slit, opening me up and preparing me. With one thumb pressing firmly on my bud, he slid a few fingers from his other hand inside me, causing me to start to shake.
“Cum for me, baby,” he moaned, his mouth still on me.
With his fingers stroking me from the inside and his tongue licking my folds, I knew that I was going to. My legs grew hot and I felt a surge of energy through my body. I cried out, grabbing his head, wrapping my other hand in the blanket on my bed.
“Brett!” I screamed, unable to control myself. He pressed down harder on my bud, moving his thumb a little to help me ride out the waves of my orgasm. I clenched around his fingers, but he kept stroking me, making me cum hard, making me gush all over his hand.
After a moment, he stopped. I lay on the bed, panting and barely able to move, soaked in my own juice, with the man I loved between my legs. I tried to sit up, but my body was exhausted. I wanted more, but I couldn’t move.
“You are so sexy, Sara,” he said, sitting up and wiping his face. “Now, are you ready to cum again?”
Brett
I hadn’t realized that Sara was a virgin. The thought was incredible – that I would be the first person to get to explore her curves. I wanted all of her, and I was determined to take her.
She felt amazing, all soft and curvy, just like I liked, and her dark skin practically shone in the dim light of the room. I was staring at a goddess when I looked down at her – my goddess. Ready to worship her, I fell between her legs, needing to taste her.
She tasted amazing. I knew she would. Feeling her orgasm and clench my hand was incredible, and I wanted nothing more than to be inside of her.
“I’m going to make you cum one more time tonight,” I promised. “Is that okay?”
She nodded, breathing hard. Her cheeks were flushed and her long hair was messed up. I needed her.
“Please do that again,” she whispered shyly.
I smiled. “It’s going to be a little different this time, but just as good.” Saying that, I leaned forward, separating her legs with my body and sliding between them. The head of my cock was pressed against her, waiting.
I wanted her so badly, but I had to be sure.
“Is this okay?”
“God, yes, Brett, I’m yours!”
That was all I needed. I pushed forward, my white cock disappearing into her black folds, filling her and taking her like no man had ever done before. She moaned and reached up to pull me down on her, clutching her to me.
She was so wet and tight, and I slid in and out of her, carefully thrusting, wanting to cum, but needing to bring her with me. Her legs trembled as I moved, pulling me deeper to her, taking all of me.
“How does that feel?” I had to make sure that she was enjoying herself, that she felt good. She was the most important thing now and she deserved all I had to offer her.
“You feel amazing,” she breathed, her mouth by my ear.
I leaned back to kiss her, pushing her whole body down, claiming all of her for myself. I continued to thrust, adjusting my angle, knowing how to make her cum. Her body began to shake, and I could feel my own orgasm rising in response.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” I asked, looking down at her.
She nodded, her eyes shut tight, biting her bottom lip. The look on her face was so hot that I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer.
“Now,” I said. “Cum with me.”
She did, letting herself go and exploding around me, her strong muscles clamping onto my cock. She screamed as she shattered, falling to pieces around me, allowing me to have all of her.
I held my curvy beauty, amazed that she was really mine, feeling her shake, feeling her need me.
I came too, my hot cum spraying into her, filling her completely. She moaned as she felt me cum, and I closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder.
“You feel amazing,” she whispered finally, her voice soft. “I love you.”
I grinned into her shoulder. I loved my curvy girl more than I had ever thought possible. There was nothing that I wouldn’t do for her. She needed me, and I was here to protect her. Always.
Epilogue
Sara
Gus refused to leave the hall, so every single time I wanted to get into the nursery, I had to step over him. I really didn’t mind, though, he was a great guard dog and was keeping sweet Polly safe.
“Brett, are you about ready?” We were headed out for our anniversary. It had been two years since we had gotten married and even though Polly was only six months old, we were already thinking about having another baby. I had told Brett that I wanted to fill his gorgeous house with children, and I was determined do.
“Yeah, just gonna grab my tie and then we can head out!” He yelled from our bedroom. I leaned down to kiss Polly goodnight and then left he room, carefully shutting the door behind me. She was a great sleeper, and all of the babysitters loved her.
Brett met me in the hall, kissing me deeply in greeting. “You’re wearing what you were the first time we met,” he said, winking in appreciation.
I laughed and smoothed down my outfit. “Sure am, minus the twisted ankle and the broken shoe.” He kissed me again.
“I fell in love with you when you had a twisted ankle,” he said. “You just have that kind of effect on me.”
We went downstairs to where the babysitter was waiting. She popped up off of the sofa when we walked in. “Hi guys, are you off? Don’t worry about a think, you know I’ll take care of Polly. And Gus, of course.”
“We have no doubt, Brittany,” said Brett, pulling me close to him. “Thanks for coming over. We’ll be back in a few hours.”
She grinned. “No worries, take your time!”
I turned to Brett once we had gotten into his BMW. “She’s happy with us taking our time because we pay so well, you do know that, right?”
“Of course I do. But only the best for Polly.”
Brett
Somehow, Sara had gotten even sexier after we got married. She positively glowed during pregnancy, and I had a terrible time keeping my hands off of her. She was even curvier then, a fertile goddess, and she was mine.
I backed the car slowly down the driveway and then glanced over at her. Her head was leaned back against the headrest, her lips parted slightly.
I knew what those lips could do. I knew how they could make me feel.
“Maybe tonight is the night to try for another baby.”
She smiled when I told her that. “You just liked how I looked pregnant,” she said, reaching over to smack me lightly on the arm.
“You’re incredible all of the time,” I said. “And a great mother, and a sexy wife. You’re perfect, Sara.”
Curves at the B&B
Instant Love: Older Alpha and BBW
Chapter 1
Trent
“What do you mean the hotel is full? I made this reservation a month ago.” I was trying to stay calm, but there was nothing fun about this situation. After driving for hours, I learned that my hotel had given away my room. I was tired, cold, and it was starting to drizzle. Perfect.
“We’re sorry, Mr. Coombs,” said the receptionist, “but someone must have not saved your reservation when you called. We’re full up with tourists who wanted to come to town to see the leaves.” She shrugged and slid my credit card back to me.
I took a few deep breaths and looked around the lobby. It was packed with tourists, all of them waiting around for the rain to stop so that they could go look at leaves. They were laden with cameras and hiking boots. Some of them had gotten coffee from the free pot in the corner of the lobby.
“Okay,” I leaned forward to squint at the name on her tag, “Jessica. Can you at least tell me where you would go if you were me?”
“Oh sure. I’d go down the road about a mile or two. You’ll probably be able to stay at Jo’s.”
I wasn’t in the mood for guessing games. “What’s Jo’s?” It had better have a bar, I thought.
“It’s a B&B. Real cute little place, you’ll like it. Do you want me to call down there and see if they have a room open?” She reached for the phone before she saw the dark look on my face.
“No, thanks,” I said quickly. The last thing that I wanted to do was stand around with this gum-popping receptionist and group of tourists any longer than I had to. “I’ll just be on my way then.”
I leaned down to grab my bags, but when I stood up, I saw that Jessica had leaned far over the counter to me. She’d unbuttoned the top of her shirt and she had her breasts on display. “If you can’t find a room,” she whispered, “you can call me later.” She pushed a slip of paper across the counter at me.
I snorted and left it there, turning to walk out. I wasn’t in the mood to find a woman right now, and even if I was, I sure as hell wouldn’t look for someone like her. I wanted a real woman, with curves for days and the attitude to carry them. Didn’t look like I’d be finding anyone like that here in Virginia. I let the door slam shut behind me, startling a few tourists who were standing around.
Good, scare them, I thought. One of those asshole is sleeping in my bed tonight.
There were even more tourists in the parking lot, standing around comparing gear and looking at maps. Wending my way through them, I made my way to my truck and climbed in.
Just a few miles down the road, she had said, so I should still be able to make it there in time for something to eat. I was starving, so hopefully they had something good on the menu. Cranking up the radio, I rolled down the windows, determined to leave my bad mood behind. Just because I was having a rough start to my time in Virginia didn’t mean that the whole trip was going to be ruined. The trees all around were changing colors, and every time there was a stiff breeze, a cloud of leaves fell around me, swirling around the truck.
The road from the hotel to Jo’s was twisty and winding, so I took my time, enjoying leaving the pack of people behind me. Maybe this won’t be so bad, I thought. I like being a little off the beaten path. The road kept going, curving back and forth. Jessica was wrong. This place wasn’t a mile or two down the road. I had gone closer to ten before I found it.
Unfortunately, since I was so engrossed in where I was going, I missed the turnoff the first time. Swearing, I checked my rearview mirror and then backed up so that I could turn in. The road was gravel, and it bounced me around in the car. I’m a big dude, so that doesn’t happen often, but there were some serious ruts on the road.
After pulling into the gravel parking lot I quickly realized that even though this was off the beaten path, it was still popular. There was a similar crowd of tourists in the parking lot, all getting ready to go out to look at leaves.
“There’s not going to be a room here,” I said to myself. I was probably screwed out of a soft bed and would end up sleeping in the back of my truck. It wasn’t my first choice, but I’d done it before. There was one parking spot down at the end of the parking lot and I carefully nosed my truck through the crowds and pulled in, branches scraping along the side of my truck as I did.
“Oh, come on,” I said under my breath, getting frustrated. Even though my truck wasn’t the best on the road, it was still mine, and I hated to think about scratching it up and damaging it. I craned my neck to see what I could of the B&B.
It was small and cute, although the front porch was sagging a little. Neatly trimmed bushes all along the front and a brick path made it look really homey. I’d never stayed at a B&B before, so I wasn’t really sure what to expect. Didn’t look like I
’d be staying here tonight, not with all of the tourists standing around.
I was about to back out and try somewhere else when I saw the most gorgeous woman standing on the porch.
She was wearing an apron and gesturing to a tourist, probably giving them directions to the best trees in the area. Curvy and thick, she had an ass for days and big thighs that I immediately wanted to in inside. Judging by the apron, she had to work here. As I watched, she laughed, pushing her hair away from her face and then resting one hand on an ample hip.
I had to have her. She was the most beautiful black curvy girl I had ever seen in my life.
I watched for a moment before getting out of the truck, my cock throbbing at my pants at the mere sight of her. My stomach twisted, creating a low heat in my abdomen as I got out of the car. I avoided being scratched too badly, but one of the branches snagged my suit.
Fuck it.
Pushing my way through the tourists, I ran up the steps to the porch. All along the porch were rocking chairs, and there were ferns in pots around the edge, but I didn’t really notice them. I only had eyes for her.
Jo
This was my busy season, and I loved it. There was nothing more exhilarating than being surrounded by guests, pointing them out to the various places to see great leaves, and feeding them. I loved to cook and was excited about the prospect of expanding my B&B to include a full restaurant.
After I hosted a famous restaurant critic, he put the bug in my ear about expanding into a restaurant. I had been thinking about it for years, but that was the final push that I needed to get things done. First, however, I had to deal with the tourists who were milling around my property, feeling lost and not sure how to find their way to the prettiest leaves in Virginia.
