by Thianna D
Throwing back her head, she laughed, the rich tones bouncing around the restaurant and drawing several eyes. As her laughter died down, she looked at him once again. “Why, I haven’t been spanked in forever. Care to tan my hide?”
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning back in the booth. “Let’s continue this after we eat, or I might spontaneously combust.”
It didn’t take long before he wondered if a Mexican restaurant was the best idea. It gave both of them far too many opportunities to make suggestive comments. After he’d paid and they left, walking back to his car, she let out a long sigh that sounded quite content. “Full?” he guessed, opening her door for her.
She paused, looking over the houses which were covered in ice and snow, before turning to look at him. The fire in her eyes made his entire body heat up. “In one way. You know,” she added thoughtfully. “We planned on watching a movie, but I’ve always found that doing is so much more fun than watching, don’t you?” Her eyes slid down to his groin before she slid into the passenger seat. Closing the door once she was settled, he walked around the back of his car, surreptitiously moving his cock into a slightly less uncomfortable position.
Since her house was only a few blocks away, it took less than five minutes to get there. As they walked up to her door, it had been so long since he had dated, that for a short moment, he wasn’t sure exactly what to say to get him in the door. He needn’t have worried. She unlocked it and as she stepped inside, looked over her shoulder. “Coming?”
Fuck, yeah. As soon as the door shut behind him, he grasped her hips, pulling her back against him so she could feel how hard he was. “I’m about ready to come now,” he whispered into her ear. “Care to help?”
A low sound rumbled in her chest he could have sworn was a growl and it was so hot, he yanked her as close as possible and sucked hard on her neck.
“Corbin!” she gasped, arching her back and sending her ass digging against his groin.
“Bedroom.” He was only able to articulate the one word but she seemed happy enough with the result, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hall and into her bedroom at the end where she flipped the light switch, turning on a small lamp over in the corner. Her queen size bed took up almost the whole thing and with what he had in mind, that was just about perfect.
For a small moment, as he glanced over at her, he had a pang which told him he should act like a gentleman and take it slow. And then she pulled the blouse over her head in one movement, baring to him the most perfect set of breasts he’d ever seen. Popping up through a demi-cut bra, they called to him. Grabbing her upper arms, he yanked her forward, pressing his lips to hers almost brutally as she writhed against him, her fingers yanking at the buttons on his jeans. While she worked on his button-fly, he reached around her to unhook her bra. Only… where the fuck was the clasp?
Growling, he pulled his lips away from hers and looked over her shoulder. There was no clasp. Surely he was seeing things. Bras always had a clasp.
“In front,” she gasped, sticking her hand inside his pants and rubbing his hard-on over his boxers.
A groan left his lips. How long had it been since a woman had touched him willingly? Pulling his hands round to her front, he found the tiny clasp between her breasts and one second later, her tits were loose. “Fuck,” he moaned, grasping each one and kneading it a little. They were perfect, like two large melons made just for him. While he loved so many things about the female form, there was also something about a full-figured woman that had always got him going. Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he gazed in admiration and lust as they came to firm points.
His mind came back to everything else going on when she shoved his pants down over his hips and started madly trying to get his shirt off. Why had he worn a button-down shirt, today of all days? Stepping back when all he wanted to do was fondle her lovely pert nipples, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it off, his undershirt following soon after. By the time he had his shoes kicked off, his socks off and his jeans on the floor, the beautiful woman standing in front of him was down to her panties.
“Polka dots?” he asked in amusement, looking at the yellow and orange dots that decorated the front of her thong.
She grinned. “I didn’t figure they’d be on for long. And…” Zinnia blinked and sent him the most innocent look he’d ever seen. “I’m so wet. Can you help me with that?” The grin that followed that statement was anything but innocent.
“Dangerous woman,” he gasped, lifting her up and tossing her on the bed. As she squealed, he pushed his boxers off and grabbed his pants, finding the two condoms he had pushed into the pocket before leaving his house. Climbing onto her bed, he gazed down at her supine form. Perfection. Large breasts, round hips, padded thighs. Damn, Zinnia was a goddess; that was the only excuse he could imagine for what lay before him. How no man had gobbled her up before now, he didn’t know.
When his eyes settled on that tiny scrap of fabric between her legs, he felt a surge of lust. Well, he was more than willing to do a little gobbling. Grasping the elastic on each side of her hips, he looked into her eyes and nodded. She lifted her hips and as he pulled them slowly over and down her legs, once again she got that innocent, little-girl look on her face. As he flung her panties over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow. “Trying to act innocent after everything you’ve said so far, little girl?”
“Maybe,” she said in a sultry voice. “Is it working?”
“Only in that it’s turning me even more the fuck on,” he grunted, placing his hands on her thighs and spreading her legs out. Looking deep into her eyes, he leaned down and inhaled, smelling the amazing musk that was pure Zinnia, only in a much more concentrated form. Unable to contain himself, he slid his fingers along her lips, dipping into the moisture between and coating them before bringing them back to his mouth. Making sure her eyes were still on him, he sucked his digits clean. Even as her mouth opened in surprise, he inhaled and tasted and scented her at the same time. Fuck, this woman was his undoing.
She smelled of musk and sex. Breaking their eyelock, he spread her lips aside and slid his tongue from her pussy all the way up and over her clit, making her squeak and shove her hips up even as he went in for another taste. She was luscious. He didn’t know if he could get enough. As his tongue met her nub on the fifth go round, her panting filled his ears as did her, “I’m… gonna… come!”
Good. Come, little one, he thought as he moved down and slid his tongue into her moist center. Her entire body practically shot off the bed when she did and he grasped her hips, holding her down as he tongue-fucked her through what was obviously an intense orgasm. Pleased that he had done that, he once again licked up her center, flicking her clit before sitting back on his heels. Grabbing one of the condom wrappers, it took him a moment to figure the little fucker out. Never again would he buy the first brand he saw. These things were not meant for easy release. Finally getting the rubber out, he quickly rolled it on and crawled up her body.
Corbin decided he would love to spend hour upon hour paying strict attention to every part of her. Tomorrow, he would concentrate on those perfect globes of hers. For tonight… He spread her legs out with his thighs and after leaning up on one elbow, he used his other hand to guide his cock to exactly where he wanted to be.
“Fuck!” he gasped as he pushed into her warmth. She was tight. So fucking tight. Pulling out a small bit, he pushed further in. Looking into her eyes, he was glad he saw no pain, but once again that little innocent look was back and that brought out a monster within he hadn’t even known was there. Grabbing her hands, he held them above her head and thrust all the way in. As she gasped and tried to arch, he pulled out and thrust in again.
From that moment, Corbin wasn’t sure if it was him or some primal part of him that took over. He fucked her into the mattress. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and her voice called out encouragement as he rammed into her, almost bottoming out with every thrust. It had
been so long, his orgasm came quickly and he yelled as he came, pouring his seed into the condom as he collapsed on top of her, panting hard.
A few minutes later, he became aware of her fingers combing through his hair and her feet planted firmly on his thighs. “Sorry,” he grunted, pulling back. He wasn’t a large man, but he knew he had to be crushing her. Her eyes blinked open and she sent him a satisfied smile.
“About what? That was fucking fantastic.”
Spluttering a laugh, he nodded as he pulled off the condom and tossed it aside in a small garbage pail next to the bed. “I agree,” he said, still somewhat out of breath. Wanting to stay but not willing to just take it for granted, he looked at her. “Do you want me to stay?” Her answer was to hop up and slide under the blankets, holding up one side for him. After switching off the light, he lay down, holding out his arm and she instantly rolled over, placing her head on his chest. “Good night, Zinnia,” he murmured, stroking her hair.
For a moment, there was no response and as she was breathing so deeply he thought she was asleep. Until she said, “Good night, Cary.”
Who the fuck is Cary?
* * * * *
Waking up, Zinnia hummed softly, cuddled up to something really warm. She hadn’t felt this good – and this achy – in she wasn’t sure how long. As the ache infiltrated her mind, she realized the warmth she was curled up against from head to toe was none other than Corbin Nelson.
Damn. Last night had been the best date she ever remembered having. Not only was Corbin hot, but he was funny and intelligent as well. If she didn’t watch herself, she could fall for him. He wasn’t her regular kind of guy. No, he was more like the dream she’d always had, the kind who usually went after the skinny girls.
Remembering that, she wondered how he felt about having fucked a fat girl. Guys never seemed to mind in the dark, but by the light of day, it was a different matter altogether. When something poked her inner thigh, she couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. Someone was waking up.
“Good morning,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through her.
“Morning.” As she was lying half on his chest, she spoke to his nipple currently. Zinnia was half tempted to nibble on it.
Smooth, firm hands slid up over her ass and her back before travelling back down to her derriere. “Hiding from me?”
Surprised, she looked up at him. There was a strange expression on his face, almost as though he was unsure. Fuck. It must have hit him he was lying naked with a chubby girl. “No,” she said in a bright voice that sounded really fake. “Just waking up myself.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t lie to me, Zinnia. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she said, looking over his shoulder at the wall. If she wasn’t looking at him, surely he couldn’t tell she was lying.
The hand that came down sharply on her rear end said differently. “Ouch!”
“Don’t lie,” he said firmly. “If you regret last night, tell me.”
“Regret it!” she said with a huff, sitting up and waving at her body. His eyes followed her hand and darkened. “This. This is what you slept with last night, Corbin. I’m overweight. I know you’re probably trying like hell to figure out how to extricate yourself, but believe me. I’ve been there before.” His eyes shot back to hers and there was anger in there. She ignored that. “Men want to go to bed if there’s a willing body, but once they wake up, they’d rather not hang out with the fa—” Her voice cut off as he spoke.
“Not. Another. Word.”
Startled, she watched as he sat up, pulling himself up against the head of the bed. He pointed and she followed his finger to where his shaft stood up, proudly from his body. Damn, but he had a wonderful cock. Probably a good seven to eight inches in length and uncut, which she wasn’t used to. And the man really knew how to use it.
“Do you think I’d still be hard if I didn’t want you?”
Confused, she looked back at him. “You’re a man. Don’t you get hard at any naked body?”
He stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. “No, Zinnia. I do not. In fact, I haven’t been this hard for anyone in more years than I care to mention.” Reaching out he palmed her breasts. “These are fucking beautiful. Plump. A man could curl into their depths. This,” his hand moved down and cupped her hip. “Can protect a man while he’s enjoying himself. This,” he added, sliding his hand over her rounded stomach. “Is fucking beautiful.” His voice went husky, making her gasp. As his eyes slid back to hers, she trembled.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Zinnia Loraine. Don’t you ever call yourself fat again. Understand?”
Gulping, she nodded quickly.
Reaching up, he trailed his finger along her chin. “Some men want a stick. I don’t. In fact, I think you’d find in this community, your abundant figure would be a hot commodity. Most men I know enjoy a woman with a figure he can grab onto, spank hard, fuck even harder, and curl up to at night.” Pushing her onto her back, he moved, looming over her and she felt liquid trickle from her core. “Repeat after me,” he said in a firm voice that made her stomach do strange things.
“I’m beautiful.” His hand pinched her nipple making her squeak. “Repeat it, Zinnia. I’m beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful,” she murmured, feeling beautiful for the first time in her life as she looked into his eyes. Zinnia had no doubt he meant every word.
“I’m amazing.” She stared at him and only when he pulled her forward and smacked her rear end did she remember.
“I’m amazing,” she said, wincing at the heat left behind.
“My curves are utterly perfect.”
“Uh…” Zinnia didn’t think she could say that.
He pushed her onto her back, using his knee to move her legs aside, before his hand came down on her pussy with a loud smack making her squeal. The burn turned into liquid heat that twisted her squeal into a moan. “Repeat,” he said again. “My curves are utterly perfect.”
“M-my curves are utterly perfect.” Her lips trembled as she said the words. It might be ridiculous, but she believed him. He meant it.
Leaning in, he kissed her lightly, his tongue drifting along her lower lip, not taking the invitation she offered when she opened her mouth. “I’m desirable,” he murmured.
It took her a moment and the pinch of her nipple to realize she was supposed to repeat his words. “I’m desirable,” she said, trembling as the pain from her nipple had just zapped to her cunt and she was more than turned on.
“Corbin wants me,” he said, leaning in and nipping at her earlobe.
“Corbin wants me,” she breathed, arching up against him, moaning as the sound of a condom wrapper filled the air.
“Corbin can’t wait to be buried in my pussy again,” he whispered, stoking the flames that burned within her.
“Corbin,” she moaned, pushing her hips up toward him.
In one slick movement she found actually impressive, he lifted her legs up and smacked her ass hard.
“Ouch!” she hissed.
“Repeat,” he murmured, placing each of her legs on his chest and looking at her from between her feet.
“Corbin can’t wait to be buried in my pussy,” she said, her voice thick with so much desire she thought she might combust if he didn’t do something.
Keeping her legs against his chest, he lined up his cock and slid inside of her in one thrust. The position was mind-boggling and she cried out as he filled her even fuller than he had the night before. And fucked her just as hard. The man was a machine as he pummeled her cunt like a damned jackhammer, his cock sliding over her sweet spot again and again until she knew her orgasm was coming. But it came so fast and with such power that she lost all ability to speak. Her mouth opened and she gazed at the man staring at her with incredible passion.
He smiled. “Come, Zinnia. Come for me.”
Her mouth opened even further on a cry that never made it. Screaming silently in utter ecstasy, she cont
inued to crest as he thrust into her over and over, fucking her hard and fast, just the way she loved it. As his movements became more erratic, she kept squeezing her pussy, trying to give him what he’d just given her – the best orgasm of his life.
Corbin’s head stretched back and his neck muscles bulged out as with three quick thrusts he came, pressing inside of her as far as he could. When he pulled out and released her legs, they just kind of fell to each side. She was too tired to care.
Chuckling softly, he pulled off the condom and tossed it into her garbage pail. Lying down next to her, he pulled her close. “Now,” he said. “Let’s start again. Good morning.”
“Morning,” she answered with a grin, her voice languid. “That had to be the best wake-up call I’ve ever had.”
“I would have to agree. My cock could get used to this. Actually, I think it already has.”
Giggling softly, she looked up into his warm blue eyes. “Do you realize you look like Cary Grant?” she blurted out, instantly realizing what she’d said the moment the words were out. She hadn’t intended on revealing that little silliness.
He looked confused and then startled and then… he burst out laughing. Well, that wasn’t what she expected. “What?” she whined. “Don’t laugh.”
After calming down, he looked down at her with the most warm, loving expression. “Last night, you called me Cary and I was trying to figure out who the hell that was. Good to know it was an actor you were talking about and not a former boyfriend.”
Squeaking in embarrassment as she hadn’t remembered that blunder, she looked up at him through her eyelids. “Sorry, but you do really look like Cary Grant. And you kinda sound like him, too.”
“Well, if I have to be compared to someone, I’m on board with being compared to Cary Grant. A gentleman and a scoundrel.” Reaching up, his fingers drifted around her eyes. “And if you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it out of bed before noon.”