Curves for Her Rockstar

by Leslie Hunter

  He let out a satisfied grunt. “Oh Fuck yeah! Squeeze my cock” He smiled and sped up more. A low continuous moan escaped from my lips as he filled and stretched me out.

  He swallowed and stared. “Hurts?”

  I nodded. Yeah, but it hurts so good.

  “Well, too fucking bad. This is what you wanted.”

  Such arrogance but he was Blake Brooks. If anyone had the right to feel cocky, it was him.

  Besides, he was right. I did want it. Besides the sheer awesomeness of sleeping with a celebrity, I was finally with a man who loved every sexy inch of my big girl body. What woman didn’t want to feel beautiful and desired?

  I know I do.

  His thick veiny shaft continued to stretch me out and a low burn radiated out.

  He let out another admiring groan. “Best blow job and now the best pussy ever.” He wiped off a bead a sweat. “You’re just made for fucking aren’t you?”

  I shrugged but my smiled betrayed my glee.

  He laughed. “You are. Don’t act like you don’t know it.”

  After a few more thrusts, we got a good unison going. Every forward plunge was met with my forward rocking. Wet sloppy – almost obscene – sounds filled the room as two bodies slammed against each other.

  He adjusted his position and lifted me higher.

  I yelled. “Oh fuck.”

  It was good before, but now it went beyond anything I ever experienced before.

  He found another inch deep within my wet glistening slit and rubbed against my clit. I banged at the couch with my fist. I never thought there could be anything like to much pleasure. I shook as my body struggled to keep up with the intense sensations. Usually, I had to chase down my orgasm but now it came to me. All I could do was hold it at bay – and not for long – and hope we could come together.

  His eyes rolled back and his face twisted.

  Oh I know that look.

  His jaw and neck tightened just as my vision blurred. “Oh fuck. I’m about to…” He let out a long yell only a musician could make.

  He slammed hard and buried his dick deep while I came around his cock. My body jerked hard as soft pulsating colors filled my vision. Somewhere in the dreamscape of dancing tinted shades, I heard hard primal grunts as he shook my body about.

  His cock swelled out, and I felt the familiar spurts of a growing wetness deep within.

  My eyes went back as he continued to push against my wet slick folds. My pussy muscles clenched hard in the delirium. I laughed, and it sounded insane to my own ears.

  Blake Brook’s cum is in me. He already was before but now I had more of him.

  He stayed within and pulsed out with the familiar aftershocks of his orgasm. He pushed deep and shot the last of his spunk.

  A vague blurry shape grew against the soft pulsating colors. I felt familiar living stone collapse against my chest. He was a gentleman and supported most of his weight against his arms.

  He laid against me for several minutes before he spoke. It took that long for me to get my vision back. He pressed his head between my tits. Our combined sweat pushed and mixed as I took in a deep inhale of us. If the sounds were obscene, our musk was positively illegal. The room smelled like man, woman, sex, and sweat.

  I took in another deep breath.

  I like it.

  I hummed the tune to ‘Dream Girl’ as his heat radiated out. Eventually I started singing it.

  He rose and stared. “Hell… most people don’t know that song,” his forehead scrunched, “or can sing it well.” He smiled slightly. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, beautiful?”

  I sang a few more lines before I stopped. “Keep me around and you’ll see.”

  He nodded and smiled.

  ***

  I wouldn’t say we’re boyfriend and girlfriend but we got something nice going. He’s able to indulge in his love of curvy girls without relying on escorts. He gets to fuck my brains out, and I get fucked by Blake Brooks. Win-win for everyone.

  Several reporters speculated on our relationship and to his credit, he didn’t deny anything.

  After a few more personal oral auditions and to make sure I could sing, he invited me to open for his act.

  Memories of the spotlight burned into my mind as I sang the song from my CD. I even get to ride on the nice bus with Blake today.

  My hand pressed into the cool metal of the bus. Finally.

  A sweet as sugar voice called my name from behind. My head jerked up, and I turned around. I saw Miranda and her fake wide smile. “Hey, Bestie. How about letting me ride with my best friend?” Her eyebrows went up expectantly.

  I touched my chest where she pushed me and shook my head. “Sorry, this equipment’s for real musicians.”

  MY WEREWOLF ROMANCE - EXCERPT

  Jen has always had a strong affinity with animals – and as a Veterinarian and the only human at a Werewolf run farm deep in Texas… that is a very good thing.

  Cattle have been disappearing, and while the farm is filled with keen noses and fast paws, the cause or culprit has escaped them. Needing new eyes and talent, Jen is hired as the new ranch hand. Her job is to help care for the animals, and help fetter what is going on with the cattle – working with and even bunking with her fellow farmhands is just an added bonus.

  Tall, muscular and immensely Were, Kyle grabs her attention from the moment they meet – too bad the ‘pseudo’ alpha female, Becky, is intent on causing her trouble.

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  He slid out of the shadowed bunk and I looked up into his eyes as he towered over me.

  My word. You’re a big one, aren’t you?

  I gulped and stared at the muscular man with a brown cowboy hat over his face. Under the shadow of his hat, his deep green eyes stared back. Below, tight blue jeans hugged his thick flared out calves and legs.

  If he flexed, I’m sure he’d tear the fabric. His shirt was on the floor and he had a thin glistening layer of sweat along his developed chest muscles and broad shoulders. Just the right amount of curly chest hair was in the middle.

  Perfect for playing with when cuddled together.

  His hands pressed against his hips and even at rest, thick tanned muscles flexed out. He took another step and the light from an open window ran along his sweat. For an instant his muscles literally glowed adding to his already powerful presence.

  Damn. Bet the women are all over him.

  I wouldn’t mind him all over me.

  There’s muscled men and then there are the ones where muscles fight for space. Big wide tanned biceps pushed against his chest and then popped out. It was almost like his body didn’t have enough room for his muscles. Shadows and dark grooves went along each group further defining what nature and farm work gave him.

  Damn. Bet that’s a man who can pick up a bale of hay and throw it far.

  A knot of heat grew from below and I shifted my stance.

  His smiled wavered before resuming.

  Crap. He can smell my arousal.

  I shook away the thought. Nothing to do about it now. His thick hand pushed his brown cowboy hat back. Short brown hair was clipped close to his sides, but he had more hair at the top. Either the hat or genetics curled his hair. Wasn’t sure, but it looked good on him. Along his sharp jaw line ran dark bristly stubble.

  George spoke up. I could hear the smile in his voice as he nodded to the hunk of a man before me. “Kyle, this here pretty lady’s our new vet and ranch hand. She’s here for the summer. See if we can’t cut some of our losses.”

  Those deep green eyes stared back, and I swore I caught a hint of yellow gold flash for a second. When he spoke, his voice had an accent thicker than most Texans. “Heard you know your stuff.”

  I smiled and stood straight. “A bit.”

  He licked his lips sl
ow.

  Oh, baby!

  “Okay. What kind of slop would you give a foal?”

  I smiled. “You wouldn’t. Slop’s for pigs. Hence the term, ‘slop the hogs’. As for the foal, it depends on the breed. Usually just let the mom feed it.” I stared back. “If you have to feed it something, alfalfa or chaff. If it’s underweight then vitamin supplements.”

  George chuckled to himself. “Well, I’ll be.”

  Off to the side I saw Becky frown and narrow her eyes.

  Kyle nodded. “Not bad. You know your stuff.” He held out his hand and squeezed. It wasn’t a hard grip, but I sensed his strength through his warm hand. Gooseflesh ran across my forearm and electric tingles fanned out where he touched.

  I gulp. I wasn’t what some folks in town called a dogcatcher but there was something about him. I stared and tried to ignore the subtle scent of honey and apple.

  He tilted his hat. “You know your stuff. Let’s see how physical work treats you.”

  I got the feeling he wasn’t trying to be a jerk, but I was ‘only human.’ Compared against a were we just couldn’t compete.

  “Bring it,” I said with a smile.

  ***

  I was right about George. He had the ranch for decades and was one of the lucky ones with large amounts of grazing land for his cattle. In the city, the land would be worth billions, but out here in the countryside it was merely millions. Due to property taxes, he had to produce if he wanted to keep it. Hence the cattle farming.

  He had offers from investors but I got the feeling he wouldn’t sell it any price. We Texans love open wide spaces and weres especially so.

  Kyle tested me a few more times just to see if I can handle myself. I understood why. Out on the farm it might as well be the Old West. You had to be sure you could count on someone. Doubt I’d get into a shoot-out but I was on a farm. Couldn’t blame him for just making sure – especially since I was human.

  Mostly, it was like work I’ve done on other farms except I never saw this much cock and I’m not talking about the kind that crow. Although both types can wake you up in the morning.

  Hollywood got several things right about weres, like silver, but some things wrong. Too many bad movies showed weres in full clothing just before the change. After turning into a wolf, the scene cuts back to them in a three piece suit. Real life werewolves are different.

  They can’t take the clothing with them unless they hold it in their mouths. So they undress and shift. Once they shift back, they’re naked just like any other man.

  Well, not exactly.

  I thought Kyle was thick and muscular before, but that was nothing compared to seeing his other, err… muscle. I wasn’t trying to look, but it was there so why not? Kind of like trying not to look at the sun.

  There were so many ways to describe his cock, but the word that came to mind was beautiful… if not perfect. Thick like a piece of deli sausage with bulged out veins. Even semi-erect it just hung there longer than most human men’s erections.

  He spent time outdoors so his dick was nice and tanned. Slightly red with just a hint of brown against his tanned hard thighs.

  Probably darker when he gets hard. His natural heat and Texas humidity reflected the light off his cock and gave him a sense of power other men didn’t have.

  I bit my lip. Their women obviously didn’t have any issues, but I wondered if a human could take it.

  Mmmmm maybe I am a dogcatcher.

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  About Leslie

  Leslie Hunter is a typical country girl living on a island in the middle of the Pacific. She's a part-time travel agent who sends people into their fantasy both in real-life and in her books.

  When she's not in front of her keyboard, she enjoys surfing the waves of the North Shore, visiting other islands, and laying on a beach with a rum drink in hand as the ocean waves come in.

  You can find out more about Leslie at @IAmLeslieHunter .