Too hot to handle: A curvy girl romance

by River Laurent

  “Take the dress off,” I demand.

  Standing, she slowly, seductively removes her dress, letting it slide to the floor.

  I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. I toss my shirt off to the side and then undo my belt and unzip my pants. I yank them down with my boxers. I’m ready to get inside of her and feel her pussy on my cock.

  Jade lays back down on the bed and starts to rub her clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan. “That’s so hot.”

  She bites her plump bottom lip and moans. She knows how crazy it makes me.

  It’s more than I can handle. I get onto the bed and push her legs apart. I hold my cock in my right hand and press it up against her pussy. I rub it along her clit, and she moans. I move it down to her tight hole, and then I thrust hard so that I slide all the way inside of her.

  “Oh, holy hell,” she groans.

  I start to thrust faster.

  “Yes,” she encourages.

  It’s so hot the way she’s lying here under me while grabbing onto her tits and squeezing them. And she’s so fucking hot. I can’t get enough of it. I start fucking her harder and faster. Her breathing is shallow and ragged.

  “Are you gonna come for me?” I ask her.

  She nods her head, and her moans grow louder.

  I stop thrusting and lift her legs up. I place one on each shoulder and shove myself inside of her, hard.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cries out.

  I thrust hard, and I’m deep inside of her. I can see in her eyes that she’s going crazy. She’s getting close to an orgasm, and I want to watch her come. I love the look she gets in her eyes when she climaxes. I love it so much I would stay home all day and make her come over and over again just to see it. “Come for me,” I urge.

  “I’m so close,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”

  I move faster and I place my hand on her pussy. I start to rub her clit as I fuck her, and she’s grinding her body against my hand. And then I watch as her eyes brighten, and I feel her body tense. She’s screaming my name, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

  “That’s right, come for me,” I say to her.

  When she comes down from her orgasm, I tell her to get on top of me.

  I pull out and lay on my back. I hold my dick up while she straddles me and lowers herself on. I aim perfectly and slide right inside of her. “Oh fuck,” I grunt.

  I put my hands on her hips, and she rocks them back and forth. I’m deep inside of her, and her tight pussy is wrapped around my cock. I love when she’s on top. She starts to bounce her body up and down, and I can feel myself sliding in and out of her.

  “Damn,” I moan again. I can’t help it because it feels so fucking good.

  She pauses what she’s doing, leans forward, and grabs onto my biceps. She repositions herself and starts grinding her hips back and forth in a fast motion. “I think I’m gonna come,” she says. Just as the sentence ends, I see her eyes light up again, and she starts moaning. Her movements become more intense. She’s coming again.

  I wrap my arms around the small of her back and pull her down so our chests are touching. I start to thrust myself in and out of her. It feels amazing, and I’m so fucking close.

  I want to blow my load inside of her so bad. She’s moaning, as I’m fucking her harder and harder, then all of a sudden, all my muscles tense. “Oh, fuck,” I roar and hold onto her as my climax overpowers my will to do anything else. It’s amazing and mind blowing. Everything I’ve ever wanted it to be.

  When I come down, she climbs off of me and rolls next to me. She wraps her leg around mine and throws her arm over my chest. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “Yeah it was,” I reply breathlessly. “Thank you.”

  She laughs. “What for?”

  “For saying yes.”

  She gazes at her left hand and then props herself up and looks at me. She kisses me and then says, “Thank you for asking me. I mean it only took a year for you to realize you wanted to marry me.”

  I laugh. “No, that only took an hour.”

  “Whatever,” she scoffs.

  “I’m serious. That first night when we had sex, I knew something was different about you. Something that drew me in and made me want to find out more. It’s kind of why I freaked out.”

  “I’m glad you got over yourself,” she retorts, smiling.

  “Me too,” I say and kiss the top of her head.

  I know that our life together is going to have its ups and down, but I also know that she’s the one for me. And if it wasn’t for Bangkok, I never would have realized that the woman who was perfect had been next to me all along.

  All I had to do was open my eyes and see her.

  Jade

  Five years on.

  How long has it been since we were last like this? It’s hard to remember specifically, especially as Luke grabs my hips and positions me so I’m bent over his conference-room desk.

  “You’re the best secretary I’ve ever had, you know that?” He leans down and growls in my ear, running his hand down my naked back. He’s still mostly dressed, something I find insanely hot, especially once he’s stripped me down to nothing but my heels.

  He thrusts into me.

  I gasp with pleasure. “I deserve a raise for this,” I reply breathily, clenching the table’s edge as I shudder with pleasure. Amazing, how he still feels good after all this time.

  “Maybe I could tempt you into some supplemental activities,” he says, tracing his hand across my ass and landing two sharp slaps across my butt-cheeks. I squeal with pain and pleasure as I grind my ass back against him, driving him deeper inside me.

  “Like?”

  “I’ve got a conference to attend in Asia and I could do with a companion,” he grunts as he thrusts deep and hard into me.” He holds himself there for a second before he finishes the thought. “Someone to keep me satisfied. To give me blowjobs. Someone I could fuck all night long.”

  “I’m not sure that’s possible for just one woman,” I shoot back.

  He laughs cruelly, wraps my ponytail around his hand, and tugs my head back.

  I wince, but I like it when he is dominating. He knows exactly what buttons to push, exactly how hard to go to make it feel incredible. Well, he’s spent long enough getting to know this body. I’d hope he knows exactly what turns me on by now.

  “You make a fair point,” he agrees, as he suddenly withdraws.

  Flipping me around and laying me flat on my back, he grabs my leg and drapes it over his shoulder. I watch him kiss the inside of my knee. Mmm…sexy. Then he plunges back into me in one swift motion. My eyes roll back and for some weird reason, I suddenly have a flash of our honeymoon. We’d gone to visit Hawaii. After a few glasses of wine, we snuck into the offices of the Hawaiian branch of Omega and screwed our brains out on pretty much every bit of office furniture we could find. God, it feels like so long ago.

  My train of thought-drift returns pretty swiftly when buried deep inside me, he leans down and kisses me. My mouth opens for him and he pushes his tongue in. I grip his hair and pull him even closer. I suck his tongue mindlessly. I’m addicted to the taste of my husband. Have been from the first taste.

  “Play with yourself,” he murmurs in my ear, flicking his tongue out against my neck as he pushes himself back up on top of me.

  I’m a good girl and I do as I’m told, trailing my hand tantalizingly down my stomach as he watches me hungrily. I reach my clit, and begin to masturbate, closing my eyes and lifting my back off the table as I reach whole new levels of ecstasy. Just as I’m about to crest, I feel his hand cover mine. I open my eyes.

  He smiles slowly.

  I bite my lip.

  He starts thrusting again.

  We’ve been at this for what felt like hours- and I haven’t come yet. He hasn’t let me.

  Not that I mind terribly. I love the build, the slow tease, the passion as he drives me to the edge, and then pulls back again, pushing me as far as I c
an go before I can take no more.

  I know that this time, this is it, there’ll be no holding back. I’ve reached the point of no return and so has he. I see it in his eyes. I recognize that look, as he forces himself to meet my gaze. His teeth are gritted, his hips pounding in time with mine, his hands gripping me tight.

  All of a sudden, my orgasm tears through me.

  I let out a loud cry, refusing to hold back, my body shuddering from head to toe. A few seconds later, I feel his cock swell inside me as he reaches his own climax. He lets out a loud roar and pushes himself as deep as he can go. My pussy clenches tight around his cock as though I never want him to pull out. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal, and he withdraws out of me.

  “Can you pass me my panties?” I ask with a giggle, crossing my arms over my chest in a chaste gesture.

  Luke reaches over and pulls my arms apart, planting a kiss on one of my still-hard nipples. “Sure you don’t want round two?” he asks.

  I have to admit it’s tempting, but we have other commitments. “I left Mason with the nanny,” I pull a face. “And we really should get back there before her shift finishes.”

  “Fair point.” He shrugs and starts buttoning up his pants. He starts going around and picking up my clothes scattered about the room. He grins as he hands them to me.

  I cock my head. “What?”

  “This just reminds me of the old days,” he notes with a lopsided grin. “When I was your boss.”

  “Well, that was the point, wasn’t it?” I remind him.

  He wraps his arms around my waist. “I suppose it is,” he agrees. “Which reminds me, when can we pencil this in again?”

  “You’ll have to check with your secretary,” I tease.

  “Right,” he murmurs and covers my mouth with his.

  And I’m once again lost to his embrace.

  The End

  SWEET REVENGE

  Sample Chapters

  Great! My boyfriend of two years dumps me for another woman on the eve of New Year’s Eve because she weighs less than me. Thanks, James. Really. Thanks.

  But, I’m not sitting at home crying for your sorry ass.

  I’m going to re-build the confidence you systematically destroyed.

  And then I go and meet Ace!

  Whoa! And it is sweet revenge all the way.

  Sweet Revenge

  Copyright © 2017 by River Laurent

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  ISBN: 978-1-911608-13-4

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  Chapter 1

  Dawn

  “Wait. What? Are you…dumping me?” I gasp in disbelief, as I lean back against the cupboard to steady myself.

  “I guess so,” he mutters, his shifty eyes sliding away.

  “I guess so? What the hell does that mean? Are you, or aren’t you?” I demand incredulously.

  His sullen face swings back to me. His fists are clenched by his sides as though he’s forcing himself to sit there and not bolt out of the front door. “All right, yes. Yes, I am.”

  “That’s it? It’s over between us,” I say in wonder, just in case there is any doubt. It’s always good to be completely clear about these things. When someone says all right yes. It’s kind of a grudging agreement. It could mean no too.

  He rolls his eyes. I hate when he does that. It makes him look like a dork. “That would be a safe assumption to make,” he says, with a little snigger. He’s loving this. This position of power. He told me that he’s never been the one doing the dumping before. Every woman he’s been with was smart enough to leave him first.

  I shake my head as my brain tries to make sense of the thoughts flying through my head.

  James and I have been together for two years. In fact, only two months ago he told me he was so grateful he had found me. We were perfectly matched and there would never be anyone else for him. However, our anniversary last week was kind of a mess. I somehow, convinced myself he was going to propose. Well, what would you think if you saw a bridal magazine stuffed under his pillow in his apartment?

  When he didn’t pop the question, and came up with the lame suggestion we get chicken take-out and just hang out at my apartment for the evening, I was pretty gutted. But I’m not one to give up at the drop of a hat and I decided to somehow salvage the night. I slipped into some expensive lingerie and swayed towards the bed in what he used to call my sexy walk, but he turned out the lights and fucked me for five minutes. It could have been longer, but it felt like less.

  Not exactly the romantic night of my dreams. I had half a mind to flip on my vibrator and masturbate right there in front of him, but he started snoring next to me. Since I wasn’t turned on anyway, there seemed to be no real point.

  I stare at him now. “But it’s New Year’s Eve tomorrow.”

  He has the grace to look shamefaced.

  “Why?” I whisper.

  “Does it matter?” he snaps, flying upright and crossing his arms. Like a child who has been naughty and doesn’t want to be told off. I’m so used to dealing with his tantrums and moods that I automatically reach out to comfort him, to make it all better even though he’s a grown-ass man, and I’m the injured party here.

  He evades my touch as if it is a branch of poison ivy and moves out of reach. My hand falls back heavily against my thigh. The slapping sound reverberates inside my skull. Wow! He can’t even bear my touch. Okkkkkay. I take a deep breath and measure out my words slowly, clearly. “Yes, it does matter. I’d really like to know.”

  He snorts. “What difference does it make?”

  I swallow the pure rage stuck in my throat. This asshole thinks he can walk in here and break up with me after he’s wasted two whole years of my time, and not even give me a reason. I don’t know what gave him that impression because I’m absolutely determined to find out why. Heck, I’ll sit on his spineless back and squeeze it out of him if I have to. I straighten away from the cupboard. “Since it makes no difference to you, and as you don’t have anything to lose,” I point out through gritted teeth, “perhaps you will be kind enough to tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

  He turns back to me slowly, looking me dead in the eye, a nasty expression in his eyes.

  Suddenly, I know what this is about. When he arrived early this evening, I think I already knew what was coming my way. Especially, when he sat on the edge of the couch without taking his shoes or coat off. He had no intention of hanging around too long. He wanted to get in and out. Some confident part of me wishes that I could back out of hearing him say it. I would love to airily walk him to the front door, while telling him to keep his pathetic reasons and fuck off out of my life, I’m just not interested to know.

  But I can’t do that.

  I’m someone who needs to know. I need closure. If I don’t get it out of him now I’ll be calling him in a month or six months and asking him why then. So I’ll be damned if I don’t get him to spit it now. I square my shoulders. I’m a big girl. I can take it. Besides, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of thinking he crushed me like a bug under his shoe. After two years that’s not how I’m going to let this end. Me splattered under his clumsy big left foot. Actually, for a man with such big feet he has a very small dick.

  “You really want to know?” There’s that ugly look again.

  I nod.

  He tosses his hands in the air in exasperation. “Just rememb
er you wanted to go down this road.”

  “Just, spit it out, James,” I growl.

  “I met someone else, all right.”

  Chapter 2

  Dawn

  I was expecting it, but my stomach still drops. I look down at the ground in front of me. Yeah, I knew in my gut he’d been pulling away from me. I even briefly wondered if it had something to do with the new girl at his work he kept talking about. The girl with the lap-dancer name, but of course, I convinced myself that he was not that type of guy. He was faithful. He was in love with me.

  “The slut at work?”

  He flushes a deep red. “There is no need to get judgmental.”

  “Is it?” I demand, my anger boiling over.

  “As a matter of fact, yes. Her name is Candy and she’s not a slut. She’s a great gal. She has a really lovely personality. She’s always helping everyone.”

  My eyes widen. What is this fool doing now? He’ll be telling me she’s great in bed next.

  “The first time we had sex,” he confesses enthusiastically. “She went down on me an…fuck, Dawn, she blew my mind. It was so much hotter than anything we ever had together.”

  I feel as though I am going to throw up. I press my lips together determined not to show myself up. Anyway, vomit is murder to get out of cream carpets. He notices the horror in my face and resolves to rub it in, for reasons that I can’t quite figure out.

  “I guess it’s because she’s hotter than you,” he continues, getting into it now, apparently reveling in the power he has over me, the power to devastate me. “She’s at least fifty pounds lighter than you…”

  I can’t help wincing as those words come out of his mouth. I can’t believe he would say that to me. He knows how self-conscious I am about the way I look, and yet he can’t resist twisting the knife deep into the most painful of my insecurities. This is starting to feel like revenge. He doesn’t love me He hates me. An image of this woman pops into my head. She’s slim and tiny and cute, and next to her I am a great heaving mound of flesh. And he wants to have sex with her…with the lights on. For more than five minutes.