Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls)

by Laurent, Cassie

  “Well, then let’s take another risk.”

  ~ Adelaide ~

  After those last words, I leaned in and kissed Lane deeply. I guess I just figured the damage had already been done. There was nothing stopping us now from being together. It was either fulfilling our desire or cutting things off completely, and there was no way either of us would have considered the latter option for even a millisecond.

  Lane’s mouth parted and I slipped in my tongue, rolling it, and sliding it slowly around his own, making small, circular motions and delicate pokes. He was a good kisser and that’s not something you can expect in just anybody. What made him so spectacular was that each of his movements seemed to correspond completely to my own. I sucked at his lower lip, giving a small bite, then moved my mouth up to his ear and gave a little nibble.

  Then I felt him kiss me on the collarbone, sucking slowly at my neck. I moaned. This was exactly the right spot; he knew all the buttons to press to get me wetter than ever. I let him suck gently for a few seconds before I pulled his mouth back up to my own and kissed him deeply again, my hands on his head, holding him close to me.

  I started to unbutton his shirt, leaning back as I got to the bottom so I could untuck it from his jeans. I slid off of my position straddling him and settled down between his legs. I was about to unbutton his jeans when Lane picked me up off the floor and lay me down on the couch.

  He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off of my hips, then he looped his fingers under my panties and pulled them off too, tossing them to the floor. He got down, hands on my thighs, parting my legs and gave me a slow, wet kiss right above my pussy.

  Then I felt him start to trail downwards in soft kisses. I’d never seen him so gentle before, nor so sensual. He gave a long lick up my slit; I’m sure he could tell by this point how utterly dripping I was with sex, so wet and ready for his cock. But Lane was just beginning his newest method of seduction.

  After licking up my pussy lips, he started methodically circling my clit in a slow, purposeful rhythm. It was enchanting, hypnotizing. I fell into something of a daze, infused with sexual energy and desire—and then the feeling of his fingers pushing inside me snapped me out of it. I moaned loudly. The feeling of penetration had been unexpected, and the lustful surprise it yielded was beyond all expectation.

  Lane was practically making out with my clit now, sucking slowly and deeply, interrupted by unexpected licks with his tongue, all while those fingers pushed in and out of me, feeling how wet I was for him.

  He continued to suck passionately on my clit. This was a new side of him, even more ravenous and lustful than usual. I moaned again as I felt his tongue start to flicker rapidly, massaging my clit with its wetness.

  “Oh, just like that,” I whimpered. “Just like that.”

  Then I felt those fingers push deeper inside me, stretching my pussy lips and making me crave his big cock. And still his tongue flickered, now faster than before, applying the perfect amount of tantalizing pressure.

  “Keep going,” I said, my breath short and my heart rate up. “Fuuck, I think I’m gonna come. Keep going, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh, OHHHHH!”

  I threw my head backward in ecstasy, eyes closed and moaning until I was almost breathless with the pleasure.

  When I opened my eyes again a few seconds later, Lane was standing in front of me with his shirt off. I eyed his crotch hungrily, realizing it was my turn to return the favor. Trust me, I didn’t need any persuasion. I was ready for his cock.

  Lane remained standing in front of me as I got down on my knees, undoing his belt buckle deftly. I kissed his stomach softly as I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down over his hips. His big, hard cock was peeking out from his boxers and I kissed down his abs as I gently tugged them off.

  His cock sprang out as big and rock-hard as ever. Clearly, the act of eating me out had turned him on.

  “Do you like the way I taste?” I asked naughtily.

  “I think you know the answer to that,” he said, taking his cock in his hands and stroking it a few times before bringing it closer to my mouth.

  I pursed my lips and let him rub the head against them as he anticipated the pleasure of my wet tongue licking his cock. He groaned before even entering me, as if memories of our prior trysts were burned into his mind, each experience new and different and unforgettable in its own right.

  As much as I liked teasing him like this, letting himself build anticipation with a subtle piece of foreplay, I didn’t want to wait any longer; I wanted to feel his cock inside my mouth, pushing down my throat. I was dying to return the pleasure he’d just given me, and to surpass it if I could.

  Slowly, my lips parted and I let his head slide in, tasting the bit of pre-cum that had already formed on his tip. I licked at it, rolling my tongue around in a slight spiral to get at the taste. Then I bobbed down on him, slurping at his dick, letting him push it slightly down the back of my throat as he eased in.

  He groaned loudly, the actuality of my hot sucking outpacing his long anticipation. Then I pulled him out, giving him a few strokes as I stared at his cock, glisteningly-wet with my saliva. There was something primal in the way we sucked at each other, dedicating our actions solely to the other’s purest pleasure.

  I didn’t know if Lane had eaten me out with this in mind, but his oral dexterity turned me on even more that I’d thought possible. I love a man who knows his way around a woman. It turned me on to the extreme, made me want to fuck him harder, to let him push my body to new limits, allowing him to have his way with me absolutely.

  Lane put his cock back in my mouth and I sucked at him diligently, feeling his girth and rolling my tongue across him. He was absolutely pulsing, throbbing in my mouth, pushing his big dick down my throat as he held the back of my head, guiding himself in and out. I didn’t mind that he took control; I thought it was hot that he knew what he wanted from me. Like I said, after an orgasm like I’d just had, he could take me however he pleased.

  As I slurped at him, saliva dripping out of my mouth whenever he pushed inside me, I thought for a second he might bust in my mouth. He was groaning loudly each time he pushed my head down, listening to me gag on his huge cock. I played with his balls in my hands, giving him a little extra pleasure in the teasing sensation of my fingers.

  I was still soaking wet, and the way he felt in my mouth made me touch myself. One finger on my clit and I knew I could come again, especially once I had that fat cock inside my pussy.

  Sucking him off for a bit longer, I kept playing with his balls, then rubbing my hands up and down his thighs, wanting to touch his skin as much as possible, knowing the feeling of my fingertips against him would add another dimension to his pleasure.

  Before long, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, jerking it as he took me by the hand. He brought me over to the arm of the couch, stripping off my shirt and undoing my bra with a quick snap. He plunged his face between my breasts, squeezing them and drinking in my scent. I whimpered as he licked at my nipples, sucking in gently as he pushed my breasts together.

  Then he turned me around and bent me over the arm of the couch, my feet on the ground and my face pushed into the cushions. He slapped my ass then moved his fingers between my legs, feeling his way up my thigh and then running them along my pussy lips. He pushed two in as I moaned again, wishing desperately that it had been his cock he’d shoved inside me instead.

  Then I felt him pushing the tip of his cock against my lips, penetrating me slightly, easing his fat head into me before grabbing me by the hips and thrusting deep inside me with one fluid motion.

  “Oh,” I said, in a breathy whisper. “Yes, yes, oh…”

  He held himself deep inside my pussy after that first thrust, momentarily maintaining that apex of penetration before pulling back almost all the way so that I could feel his head at my lips. Then he thrust in hard and I moaned loudly, a wave of pleasure bursting through my body in the way he fucked me. He kept moving like that: deep in, then deep out, s
lowly drawing back, then thrusting forward with all his force.

  Soon he worked into a faster, more frenzied rhythm. I felt his fingers digging into my skin, and every now and again he’d give my ass a little slap. I felt him stand up straighter, leaning back as he thrust. I knew he was watching my voluptuous ass bounce while he fucked me, so I jiggled it back and forth, from side to side, so he could watch it wiggle.

  He was groaning with each thrust, turned on by the curves before his eyes and the wetness of my pussy. His massive cock was rock hard and pulsing; I actually felt as if I could feel him throbbing inside of me as he stroked in and out.

  That pulsing sensation was making me hot. I felt him reach his arm around me as he fucked me deeply, and suddenly two of his fingers were rubbing on my clit, massaging me in perfect harmony with his deep thrusts.

  “Lane,” I said breathlessly. “I’m gonna come again, oh, I’m so close, keep going, keep—”

  I moaned, breathing heavily as I bucked on him. I wanted to push up on his cock, to fuck him hard as he thrust inside of me, but I felt myself losing control.

  “Harder,” I whimpered, just barely able to get that solitary word out of my mouth.

  That drove him wild and soon he was hammering me rapid-fire, going deep and fast with every stroke, his fingers still circling my clit. The combination was too much for me to handle any longer, and I felt my second orgasm surfacing, mind-blowingly powerful, building on the force of my last climax.

  My face pressed back into the cushion as I came, stifling a loud moan. Lane continued thrusting in and out of me, standing up straight now to fuck me from a different angle. I clenched my pussy, trying to increase his pleasure while swaying my ass in a gentle rhythm, bumping up against the skin of his thighs.

  Tonight I was feeling even dirtier than normal, and as I felt him slowing down, approaching his climax, I brought my head up from the cushion to speak.

  “I want you to come in my mouth,” I whispered. “Let me taste you.”

  Lane groaned. I knew he liked that idea. I felt him thrusting harder and faster, then he pulled out quickly and I could tell he was going to come. Getting down on my knees, I reached up and stroked his cock, bringing it back into my mouth and sucking on him for those last few seconds.

  Again, I felt that throb, that heavy pulse, the jump of his cock that told me he was loving every second of it. I sucked deeply, applying pressure with my tongue, and before I knew it his hot, sticky load was bursting inside my mouth, filling me up with cum.

  I looked up at him, making eye contact as I sucked out the last drops, swallowing them down my throat. A few bits dripped out onto my lips, and I pushed them inside my mouth with my fingers, licking the tips to let him know I liked it.

  I sucked deeply again, and he groaned, one final expression of pleasure.

  ~ Lane ~

  That night with Adelaide removed any possibility of doubt from my mind. It wasn’t just the sex, it was the bond between us, the trust, the way we seemed to want the same thing from each other. I was happy knowing that from now on I wouldn’t have to hide my affection anymore.

  I spent the night in the cottage. Why not? It was all coming out soon anyways. And when I woke up the next morning, we made love again, loud and passionate, and just not giving a damn about the world outside. When I walked out of the cottage and into the morning sun, I strode across the grounds of my ranch with pride and satisfaction.

  After having a bit of breakfast, I went up to my office to find a number of voicemails. I checked my email and found a similar barrage of messages. The PR person from my company had called and texted nearly one hundred times.

  The story was already out. Now it was time to do damage control. I held my head in my hands. I was ready for the media onslaught—I only hoped that Adelaide knew what we were getting ourselves into.

  CHAPTER 8

  ~ Adelaide ~

  One of my guilty pleasures in life is celebrity gossip. Who’s dating who, love affairs, cheating, who gained weight, who slimmed down, who’s pregnant, who went to rehab, etc. etc. etc. I just never imagined that I’d find myself mentioned in such a venue.

  So you can imagine my surprise as I scrolled through a celeb news website over my morning coffee and came across a short article about Lane and myself. There was a hazy, barely visible picture of us sneaking into the mansion at night. In fact, you could argue that the picture was so bad that it couldn’t technically count as proof of any sort that it was actually us.

  But there were also other pictures of us, not together, but ones that showed our faces more clearly. Somehow, the website had gotten a hold of my high school yearbook photo of many years ago. Ugh, terrible photo. The headline of the article, Oil Baron to Enter Derby, Has Fling with Young Horse Trainer, said it all. But I decided to read the rest of the article anyway:

  Oil Baron to Enter Derby, Has Fling with Young Horse Trainer

  This May, Lane Matheson, best known for his position as President and CEO of Matheson Oil Enterprises, will make his foray into horse racing via the Kentucky Derby. More interesting, however, are the moves he’s making off the race track.

  A source close to Mr. Matheson tells us he’s been getting fresh with one of the young trainers in charge of his race horse, a woman named Adelaide Parker. Given the recent merger between Mr. Matheson’s company and Oil North of Omaha, the tryst with Ms. Parker comes at a very suspicious time. The source referred to her as a gold digger, and we here at GossipFeed are inclined to agree.

  Better watch your back, Lane!

  I turned away from my computer, a sense of anger rising up inside of me. Some people might think I should be embarrassed, or anxious, or whatever. But I was quite simply very mad. I knew it was Don who’d leaked this information. Only someone like him would construe it in terms that portrayed me in such a bad light. I knew I needed to go talk to Lane about this. I poured the rest of my coffee down the drain and walked outside.

  To my surprise, Lane was standing at the door as I opened it.

  “Good timing,” he said casually, a big smile across his face.

  “You must not have heard the news,” I said. “Because you wouldn’t be smiling like that if you had.”

  “I heard the news. That’s what I came to talk to you about. Are you alright?” he asked, a true note of tender concern in his voice.

  “I’m fine, Lane. As long as you know that I’m not here for your money.”

  “I know that, Adelaide.”

  “Good,” I said.

  I reached my arms up around his neck and leaned my face against his chest. This loving gesture would have been off-limits in public yesterday, but after the breaking news, it no longer mattered. Lane and I were out in the open now. He wrapped his arms around me and brought me closer.

  “You sure you’re fine?” he asked again. “It’s hard having your name thrown around the news like that. I’m used to it by now, but I know the first time was rough.”

  “Listen, if I had a choice, I wouldn’t have had something like that happen. But what’s the point of thinking that way now? There’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, now we don’t have to sneak around.”

  “That’s true. I guess there is a silver lining.”

  “What are you going to do about Don?” I asked.

  “Don’t worry about that. Just worry about my horse. I’ll take care of Don. I know he plans on suing me. This news story was probably his bit of leverage, trying to intimidate me. But I’ve got a team of the best lawyers in Texas, and after this little stunt, I’m going to make sure he doesn’t get a single dime from me.”

  Looking over Lane’s shoulder I could see Jim exiting his cottage. I pushed Lane away before he could see us together. Lane looked at me, confused, but understood once he turned around to see Jim approaching us.

  “You have to tell him,” said Lane. “If he doesn’t already know, he’s going to find out. Just tell him about us. Tell him about what happened with Don. It’s better that you jus
t do it now and get it over with.”

  “I know. I’ll tell him once we’re out in the pasture.”

  “Good. I’ll see you later tonight. Come by at eight o’clock for dinner?”

  “Sure thing,” I said.

  “Alright, I’ll see you then,” said Lane.

  He tipped his hat to Jim as he left my porch.

  “What was that all about?” asked Jim as he walked up to greet me.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain later. Let’s go get the horses.”

  “Is something going on between you two?” asked Jim as we walked out to the pasture with the horses in tow.

  I looked down at the ground, knowing I had to say the words, but still hesitating, still worried about what Jim would say. Would he think I’d betrayed him, risking his business for a fling with our mutual boss? Finally, I answered him.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, come on, Addie! How long has this been going on?” asked Jim, raising his voice.

  “Just a little while,” I replied.

  “How could you do that? I can’t even begin to tell you how unprofessional that is.”

  “Listen, Jim. He’s the one who came onto me. I didn’t even know it was Lane Matheson at the time. He introduced himself as Wyatt. It’s complicated.”

  “It’s over, right?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Addie, you have to end this. We need to concentrate on our work.”

  “Look, Jim. It’s not interfering with my work. And there are bigger issues than just between me and Lane. You know Don’s been fired, right?”

  “No, I didn’t know that. Why hasn’t anyone told me until now? Why was he fired?”

  “He came onto me. He tried to force himself on me one night.”

  “Addie! You should have told me. I could have helped.”

  “It’s fine. Nothing happened. But Lane ended up punching him and now Don’s trying to sue him for it. Don’s the one who leaked the story to the news.”