Big Girls & Bad Boys: 8 Scorching Hot BBW Alpha Male Romance Novellas Box Set

by D. H. Cameron

  “Do you just let them roam?” I asked worried they might wander off and leave us stranded.

  “They know who feeds them oats and grooms them. They’ll stay close enough,” Avery said as the horses left the lake and wandered off to feed on new shoots of green grasses. Avery set the saddlebags down and spread the blanket out on the ground. “Take a seat, relax,” he offered.

  “Thanks, don’t mind if I do,” I replied. I sat and pulled off my boots and then my socks to let my feet enjoy some of the bright sun. It wasn’t hot but it was pleasantly warm in the sun. I took my hair out of the ribbon and shook it. As I finished, I found Avery staring at me. “What?” I asked.

  “I like that,” he said as he joined me on the blanket.

  “Do you?” I replied as I reclined on my arms and enjoyed the warm sun’s rays.

  “Yeah. I like just about everything you do,” he told me. I looked over skeptically.

  “Is this a date?” I wondered.

  “A date? I suppose it is. I just wanted to show you this place and spend some time with you. I guess that’s a date,” he said.

  “I’ve been avoiding you, you know,” I admitted.

  “I know,” was all he said. I had so many questions. Avery was a puzzle, such a jerk when I met him but so different now. I didn’t get it. I didn’t want to like him but I was starting to. If that was prudent, I wasn’t sure yet. I wondered if I’d get burned.

  “I don’t know what to think about you, Avery. I’ll be honest, you make me feel...confused,” I told him deciding to be honest and take the reins, so to speak.

  “That’s the plan. Makes bedding you that much easier,” he replied. I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.

  “Why do you act like that?” I shot back.

  “Like what?” he wondered. I got the feeling he really didn’t know what I meant.

  “Like...an ass,” I told him.

  “It’s who I am, little filly. You gotta take the bad with the good,” he replied. Suddenly, his little pet name pissed me off. He was such an arrogant jerk. Yeah, he could be nice at times but like flicking a light switch, he would become the arrogant jerk I met the first night at the ranch.

  “Look, you can be real sweet. This morning, helping me make breakfast, showing me how to ride, that was nice. Then suddenly you turn into...this. Why don’t you turn the macho dial down?” I challenged him. Avery smirked.

  “So, let me get this straight. I’ve been working on this ranch since I was a boy. This is my home, my life, and you show up suddenly and I’m supposed to change? I don’t think so, little filly. Look, you don’t like me, fine. But I think you liked the other night well enough,” he said in his slow drawl but with a hint of annoyance. I might have taken his point. Who was I to ask him to change for me? But I didn’t.

  “So that’s it? You whip out your dick and I’m supposed to rip off my clothes and submit, ignoring the fact you’re an immature ass?” I replied with a bit of sarcasm. I hated the fact, however, that when Avery mentioned the other night I felt a wicked tingle between my legs. I ignored it, however.

  “Yeah, that sounds nice. Damn it, what’s your problem? I like you. You’re sexy as fuck. But all you want to do is bitch about my attitude. Why don’t you just get over it,” Avery replied. I didn’t appreciate the sentiment but I did like that he called me sexy. Damn him!

  “I don’t like men like you. I want to be treated like a lady, not some whore. Is that how you treat Deb? Do you talk to her like this too because she’s a porn star?” I asked Avery. That’s how he made me feel. Like a piece of meat.

  “I’ve known her a hell of a lot longer than you. We’re friends. She likes girls and I’m fine with that but she doesn’t mind it when I’m myself. She likes it. She’s not all uptight like you,” Avery told me, admonishing me for making presumptions about his relationship with Deb. But he didn’t know the truth. It wasn’t my place to say so but I was angry and a bit shamed by Avery’s words.

  “You know what? Deb just told you she’s a lesbian so you wouldn’t hit on her,” I told him spitefully. Avery just laughed.

  “No, that’s what she tells the other cowboys so they don’t hit on her,” he said.

  “So you don’t like her? Is it because of her past?” I said.

  “You don’t think much of me at all, do you?” Avery asked.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I replied.

  “Fine. When Deb arrived here, she wasn’t accepted immediately but when some folks found out what she used to do, well, some of them were pretty harsh with her. I put a stop to that. I was a rambunctious little bastard when I was a kid but this place gave me a second chance. She deserved the same and I told those close-minded busybodies so. She’s like a kid sister to me,” Avery told me. I was surprised. There was the nice guy I liked so much. But I was pissed off. Redheads and their tempers, you know.

  “That doesn’t change the fact that you don’t treat me with the respect I deserve,” I said changing the subject and ignoring his tale.

  “Well, aren’t you a delicate little flower? Did it ever occur to you that I’m myself with you because I like you, princess?” he asked me. Avery had said that before but I was still hot, even more so when he called me princess.

  “Well you’ve got a funny way of showing it,” I said. Avery leaned close, his face just inches from mine.

  “I am who I am, little filly. I ain’t changing for you or nobody. If you don’t want me, just say so,” Avery told me. I pulled back slightly. His proximity was making me uncomfortable, or rather, I was uncomfortable because of the way it made me feel. I wanted slap him but at the same time, I couldn’t help but imagine tearing his clothes off. He was so pretty, so manly, and part of me, some primal place inside, needed a man like Avery. Another part, however, demanded he treat me with respect, like a lady.

  But damn, I was horny. He had that effect on me. He made me feel confused and unsure of myself. Avery awoke needs and feelings I guess I tried to deny. So, here I was, right back where this little drama started. I wished I could tell Avery I didn’t want him but that was a lie. I wanted him desperately. Our tryst was amazing and I longed to feel like that again. If only he could just tone down the cowboy act a little.

  “You’re absolutely infuriating,” I replied. My mind buzzed with emotions and conflict. I could have gone either way in that moment. My anger and arousal were bubbling over as they become almost indistinguishable from one another. The cowboy’s lips curled up slightly into one of his smirks. I was sure he was going to say something to piss me off even more than I already was. What he said, however, I wasn’t expecting.

  “Are you as excited as I am?” Avery asked. That question took me by surprise but it was the catalyst I needed to decide on a path. What the fuck was I doing?

  “More so, damn you!” I replied. Avery’s smirk turned into a broad, satisfied grin. I smiled back despite myself and then slid my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of me.

  “See, I’m not so bad, little filly,” he said.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” I said and kissed him deeply, my tongue thrusting into Avery’s mouth and exploring. He already had my shirt open and his rough hands on my soft skin was electrifying. Avery caused my inhibitions to collapse, he made me want to be bad, to be wild and free. He got under my skin so easily but for some reason it was exciting. He turned my sensibilities inside out and I found that when I gave in to him, I was glad for it.

  “You’re so damned sexy,” Avery told me as he pulled away from me and began stripping me naked right there on the blanket by the old homestead. I should have been worried about being nude out in the open but not only were we about as alone as any two people on the planet could get but it was kind of exciting too.

  “I hate you, you know that?” I said to Avery. He was tugging at my boots.

  “There’s a fine line between love and hate, little filly. Besides, I’ve found angry sex is the best kind of sex,” he replied as h
e tossed my second boot aside and began peeling my jeans off.

  “I bet you’ve had a lot of angry sex since you’re such a jerk,” I teased. Avery laughed as he tossed my jeans aside and I sat up to pull off my shirt and bra. Moments later, my panties flew through the air and landed on a nearby sagebrush where they remained.

  “I can’t get enough of your naked body, Brenda,” Avery said using my name instead of his term of affection.

  “You really like big girls?” I said. I was never bothered too much by my curves. Yeah, I wished I looked like those skinny girls sometimes but I wasn’t too concerned. But still, I’d never had a man look at me the way Avery did. Avery reached out, ran his index finger between my deep cleavage and down my belly.

  “I love me a girl with some meat on her bones,” he said. Usually I hated that saying but from Avery, with that drawl, it sounded divine. I pushed Avery onto his back before I straddled him and began pulling the snaps on his western shirt open.

  “I told you to shut up!” I said but more playfully. Avery’s hand rounded my backside and squeezed before he spanked me hard causing me to squeal. I tugged and pulled at his clothes, finally leaving his Wranglers around his ankles, his boots still on and I straddled his legs and started stroking his thick manhood. He was so hard, his shaft like the shiny barrel of a six-shooter in a soft leathery holster.

  “Damn, this is the life ain’t it? The open range, the sun on your face, a pretty girl stroking your cock. Damn, I love being a cowboy,” Avery said as he put his hands behind his head a prepared to receive my oral attention. I laughed despite myself. Rough edges and all, not to mention his propensity to ruffle my feathers, Avery wasn’t all that bad.

  “You’re not getting off that easy, cowboy,” I told him. I climbed from his legs and onto his face instead. Avery growled from between my creamy thighs as his hands grasped my lily white ass and spread it wide.

  “Even better,” was all he said before he dove in. I sighed as his tongue and lips did a dance on my puffy folds and then I wrapped my own lips around his thick crown. Avery was hard, like a man should be, every bit of him. My soft flesh gave way to his tanned skin, conforming to every angular bit of the cowboy. Soon, he wiggled his tongue in my dark cavern as I worked more and more of Avery’s shaft into my mouth.

  My pussy drooled as I sucked Avery, anticipating the moment when he would fill me with his manhood. I wanted to ride him and show off for Avery. I wanted him to gaze at me with those icy blue eyes and feel his desire upon me. But not yet. I clamped my thighs around his head, reached back, took a handful of his hair and pulled him even deeper with my hand.

  “Yeah, eat that pussy, cowboy,” I urged him. What the hell was wrong with me? I told Avery I wanted to be treated like a lady but I was acting like a whore, desperate for pleasure and not afraid to say so. Avery dutifully did as I demanded, his tongue writhing within me and his course chin rubbing against my naked little nub. I suddenly exploded, a torrid climax tearing through me as I sat and ground my pussy into his face. “Yes, yes!” I cried out.

  Avery reached around my hips and found my hot button, teasing it as my sex glided over his lips and tongue. Damn, that felt good and the sudden realization that I was nude and in the throes of pleasure outdoors caused me to orgasm yet again. I leaned forward, my hands supporting my torso atop Avery’s washboard stomach and let him get at my swollen nub. Avery went to town on me, his tongue teasing and tormenting me.

  But now, his hands found my backside and he kneaded my abundant flesh as he pushed me over the edge yet again. I screamed this time, howling like some coyote in the night as the delicious fire consumed me. Then suddenly, Avery pushed me forward and I found myself staring at his throbbing cock as I straddled his chest. I greedily bent and gladly began to suck Avery again.

  “Work it, little filly,” he said and at least two fingers sank into my pink tunnel. Avery fingered me fast and furiously as I returned the favor. He leaked his salty-sweet fluid into my mouth and I savored its taste. Then Avery’s free hand tanned my broad backside, first one cheek than the other as his fingers thrust into me. I lost it and shrieked as my most intense orgasm of the morning made the world go black for a moment. My yelps were muffled, however, with Avery’s erection filling my mouth.

  “I taught you how to ride a horse, now let’s teach you how to ride a cowboy,” Avery said and slapped my ass one more time for good measure. I climbed from him, breathing hard and shaking with anticipation. Avery grabbed his thick tool and shook it. “I want to feel you from the inside again, little filly!” he demanded.

  “You’re in for it now, cowboy,” I told him as I climbed on and let him position his cock at the entrance to my soft portal. He rubbed his crown through my folds, both of us wet and ready, and then I impaled myself on Avery’s amazing cock. I grunted as he stretched me, the sensation pleasingly painful for a moment and then I began to ride that cowboy.

  “That a girl. Damn, look at you go,” Avery said. I sighed at his words but it was his hands as they ravenously mauled my soft body that caused me to blush. Avery found my big breasts and took one in his hands and they could barely contain my pendulous flesh. Then Avery rose and began sucking my nipple. His eyes never left mine, however. I felt a surge from within and I climaxed all over that cowboy’s broad shaft.

  Avery took my other boob and lovingly nursed at it as he had the first. Again, I spasmed and flushed as another wild wave of wonder washed over me. Then Avery took my wide hips in his hands and held me tightly as his own hips began thrusting from below. I began to convulse, my whimpers turned to sobs and those in turn became uncontrollable screams. “Ride that cock, little filly,” Avery urged.

  I finally fell forward on to Avery and he took over, the fingers of one hand digging into my soft ass as the other gathered my red hair and tugged it as he unrelentingly thrust into me. I buried my face in Avery’s neck whispering, “Oh God, oh God,” over and over as everything became tingly and sparkly. Then I cried, the joy and wonder of it overwhelming me. I sobbed like a little girl as Avery extracted every last bit of pleasure from me.

  His chest heaved now and he growled, fighting the urge to satisfy himself, fighting to give me just a little more time in paradise. I held onto the man for dear life as he pounded into me and then it was time. I sensed it in his breathing and as his erection swelled within me. I found the strength and sat up, let Avery fall from me and then plopped myself between his thighs. I took him in my hands, let some saliva drip from my lips onto his purple head to mix with our juices and began to stroke him firmly but slowly.

  Avery grit his teeth as he watched me work. God damn, he was sexy. His cock looked so good glistening and straining against its own sheath as it was. Avery’s eyes showed me his need and I almost let him experience what I’m sure would have been a mind blowing orgasm but as he reached the edge, I let go of him. Avery roared as his climax died and he simply dribbled his orgasm down his considerable length.

  “What did you to do that for?” he asked in utter frustration.

  “A stallion like you needs to be broken. You’re not in control here, cowboy. You want a real one, you treat me nice, got it?” I said. Avery frowned but then that sexy little smirk crossed his face. The cowboy sat up and looked down at his still raging erection and then at me and laughed.

  “You’re gonna pay for that...ma’am,” he replied putting just the right amount of emphasis on ma’am.

  “Shut up and hold me,” I told him. Avery gathered me in his arms dragging me to the blanket where he nestled his erection between my ample cheeks and wrapped his burly arms around me. Avery was hard to truly hate. Hell, I didn’t hate him at all. I didn’t always like his rough edges but he was charming and pretty and awfully good in bed. There could be no light without darkness, right? I suppose I could get used to his ways but I wasn’t going to let him run wild.

  I remembered what Stan had told me. They all get tamed one way or another. Was I being too optimistic to think I might tame Avery? W
as I being stupid to even consider it? I could easily find a man back in Seattle that I wouldn’t have to tame. But would that man be as much fun as Avery was? Fun, no. Less trouble, yes. I was leaving the ranch, after all. Not right away but soon enough. Just like the first night Avery and I had sex, I wondered why not just enjoy the ride until it came to an end?

  >>O<<

  Avery and I spent the day lounging by the old homestead, watching the wildlife that came to the lake and just enjoying the raw beauty of Wyoming. I think he got my message as Avery was a little less irritating. In fact, like that morning, Avery was pretty sweet. At one point, I rolled over and took a nap and when I woke, I found Avery tending a fire he’d built.

  “Coffee?” he asked.

  “Um, sure. What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Making lunch,” he said. I got up and went to join him. Avery poured me a cup of coffee, black, and handed the blue enameled cup to me. In a cast iron frying pan, Avery was stirring sausages, peppers and onions. I was impressed.

  “You’re pretty handy,” told him.

  “I’m a cowboy. You learn to take care of yourself because most of the time, no one else will,” he replied and smiled at me. He grabbed a plate that matched the cup and served up some of his sausage and peppers for me.

  “Thanks, smells heavenly,” I told him.

  “You’re welcome, little filly,” he replied as he handed me an old metal fork. Avery served up a plate for himself and we retired to the blanket where we had made love and I’d taken a nap afterwards. Hungry after our long ride and torrid tryst, we both ate without talking. I couldn’t help but think that I could enjoy Avery’s company until I left. He could be quite charming and he was definitely good in bed, but even his rough edges were growing on me, though I wasn’t going to tell him that.

  After we ate, I helped him clean up and put stuff away and then we enjoyed the afternoon, exploring the old homestead, the lake and the cliffs beyond. Avery even took my hand and held it as we walked. Damn, why couldn’t he just be sweet like that all the time? Why was he such an ass sometimes? I remembered what he said. Maybe he was right. Who was I to expect him to change? I wasn’t here against my will. Avery didn’t force me to sleep with him the other night.