Curvy Girls Need Love (BBW Romance, Rock Star Romance)

by Abbott, Alexandrinha

  “Don’t you find me attractive?” he asked. He genuinely looked confused, and I thought I saw hurt in his eyes.

  “Of course, I find you attractive. I don’t think there’s a woman on the face of this planet who wouldn’t find you attractive,” I babbled as I wrestled with the zipper of my jeans. The strip of metal refused to comply because of my seated position. I couldn’t stand up, so I contemplated lying supine on the seat in order to coax the teeth back into place.

  Since I didn’t want Stone to get the wrong idea, I decided against reclining against the luxurious leather upholstery and reached for my shirt instead.

  “I have condoms,” he said helpfully as he blocked my access of my shirt and bra.

  “It’s not that,” I said. My lower lip was starting to tremble, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “It’s just that you’re so, so perfect, and I’m so . . . imperfect.”

  Stone took my hands and held them gently. “You are perfect,” he said.

  “You probably just want to see what it’s like to have sex with a fat chick,” I said. I was crying in earnest now. Hot tears flowed down my face and dripped onto my massive breasts, leaving wet trails that glistening in the shifting light of the moon and the streetlamps that illuminated my skin in patches.

  “You’re wrong,” he said. “I want to see what it’s like to have sex with you, Tessa Snow. You are so much more than just your weight. I was drawn to you from the moment that I saw you.”

  “The redheaded girl at the club was so skinny.” I sniffled.

  “Yes, she is skinny. She’s also a heroin addict. That’s not my style. Do you think I would ever consider dating a girl like her? I couldn’t bring her home to meet my mother. That’s for sure.”

  My tears were starting to diminish, but I had never felt less sexy. At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was implying that he could bring a girl like me home to his family. I chose to believe that’s exactly what he meant; I managed a smile.

  “That’s better,” he said. Stone began to kiss the trails of teardrops that had stained my face. His mouth followed their path to my naked breasts, eventually latching onto one of my oval-shaped nipples.

  He suckled me as he gently caressed my breast with one hand. His other hand slid down the back of my pants. He touched the skin at the small of my back.

  The limo driver was still driving. I had no idea where we were going. It did occur to me to ask, but I didn’t.

  Stone’s hands had both shifted, but his lips and tongue remained firmly planted on my breast. Hot flashes and cold shivers ran over my skin in tandem as his hands slowly worked my pants ever downward until I had to shift my hips upward so he could free the denim from my body.

  Somehow, Stone positioned me flat on my back on the long, wide seat of the limousine. He was still fully dressed from the waist down.

  I was completely naked. Even my shoes and socks had wound up in parts unknown. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there somewhere with my discarded jeans and my damp lace underpants. My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure he would hear it.

  He spread my legs apart and shifted his body until he was kneeling diagonally. His knees were pressed against the floor of the limo in front of the seat where I lay. His face was planted directly between my open thighs. Obviously, I knew what was coming next, and I was both excited and terrified.

  Stone’s fingers spread my labia apart, and his tongue immediately found my clitoral hood. This was obviously not his first time at the rodeo. He had no difficulty working his tongue through my folds of skin to the kernel of sensitive nerve endings within.

  I had never had an orgasm before. That’s not exactly true. I had managed to eke out a small climax alone in the privacy of my bathroom with a handheld massaging showerhead pressed between my legs, but I had never been brought to ecstasy with a man.

  That changed with Stone right there in the backseat of his chauffeured limousine. I don’t know how many times he licked my love button before I began to squirm and twitch uncontrollably under the waves of pleasure that engulfed me, but it was fewer times than it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.

  All thoughts of shyness or shame dissolved under the heat that emanated from the depths of my inner sanctum. My pussy was wet with his saliva and the natural moisture that seeped from deep within my body.

  I clamped my legs together, giving him no choice but to remove his mouth from the center of my womanhood. My thighs quivered as I pressed them toward each other, rocking back and forth until the contractions stopped rippling through my tunnel of flesh.

  “Did you finish?” he asked.

  “Did I finish?” Oh, Boy, did I ever finish. “Yes,” I whispered weakly. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I was more than willing to take his hardness into my mouth, but I couldn’t really guarantee results. Fellatio had never been my forte.

  “No,” he replied. “I want tonight to be all about you.” He paused. “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  I watched as he finished undressing. The gently rolling motion of the moving vehicle didn’t slow him down. I wasn’t surprised to discover that his lower body was just as flawless as the rest of him. Michelangelo’s David popped into my mind again. Stone Street was all bulging muscles and human beauty.

  One aspect of Stone’s body was dissimilar from Michelangelo’s marble masterpiece. His penis was erect and enormous. He lay atop me with that massive erection poised above the wetness of my opening.

  I was thankful that he had relaxed and lubricated my body with his tongue. Otherwise, I don’t know how I could have even imagined fitting the entire length and girth of his hard-on within my pink walls.

  “Guide me inside you,” he whispered.

  “I can’t,” I replied. “I never did that before.”

  “Are you a virgin?” Stone’s expressive eyes widened with curiosity.

  “No,” I said. “I’m not a virgin. I’m just not very skilled.” It was painful to admit this tidbit of information to such a beautiful creature. I had a sinking feeling that he was accomplished enough for both of us.

  “Just wrap your hand around it,” he said. “It won’t bite you.”

  I gingerly reached above my rounded tummy to the place where his magnificent member was hovering just above the center of my body and took his turgid flesh into my hand. It was impossible for me to enclose the cylinder with my hand. However, I was able to get a good grip on it and direct the bulbous glans of his penis to my wet opening.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I closed my eyes and bit my lip. It was just so big.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s not that bad.” He kissed my eyelids and waited for my signal before beginning to work the head of his arrow into the tightness of my sacred chamber.

  I could feel the resistance my body provided against his as he pressed into my wetness. Using slow, steady pressure, he managed to push himself inside me. Once my muscular walls were spread apart by his thickness, he began to thrust in and out on a layer of slick moisture.

  The pressure and the friction reignited the flames of my desire. It didn’t take long before I began to feel the telltale signs of an impending climax. My muscles tightened, my toes curled and my back arched. I was so close. I could feel it.

  “Stop straining and relax,” Stone said softly against my neck. He trailed hot little kisses along my skin, kissing my throat with his perfect lips.

  I concentrated on forcing my muscles to relax. I slowed my breathing and focused on the essence of the man who was inside me, stroking my hair and whispering sweet words that I couldn’t even hear over the beating of my own heart pounding in my ears.

  To my surprise, relaxing my body caused me to climax harder and faster than I would have if I had continued to strain and struggle toward reckless abandon. As I came, I wrapped my strong legs around his back and used them to pull him deeper inside me where he almost immediately found
his own paradise.

  I could feel the spurts of ejaculate as they pulsed into me with the rhythm of a drumbeat. That’s when I realized something very, very important. “We forgot to use a condom.”

  “Oh, shit,” he said, withdrawing his phallus from inside me while it was still gushing its load of semen. A thick stream of stickiness landed on my belly. Lower down, I was dripping with it. “I am so sorry,” he said.

  At that moment, I felt the limo roll to a complete stop. A speaker mounted on the interior of the car crackled to life, and a voice spoke. “Mr. Street, we have arrived at your destination.”

  I peered over Stone’s shoulder out the tinted window and squinted. We were parked in front of my apartment building. I groaned inwardly and hoped I hadn’t just made a huge mistake.