Men Love Curves: BBW Romance

by Ruby Madden

  Blaze lifted his head and growled as he made one final deep thrust inside of Bernadette’s convulsing heat, exploding inside of her and filling her with his molten pleasure. Bernadette rocked her hips up against his pelvis fulfilling her need for him as he continued to fill her full of his fluid as his body spasmed and his climax crested.

  “Ahhh…” Bernadette breathed into his mouth as Blaze tenderly bent down and pressed his lips over hers, licking her raspberry lip gloss and breathing in the musky floral scent of her perfume. His masculine hands remained on her face still cupping her cheeks as he continued to kiss her with gentle but insistent passion.

  Blaze turned to his side and lay down beside her smiling and nuzzling his nose against hers. Bernadette smiled and then giggled and the sweet humor of the gesture. To her surprise Blaze responded by jumping up to his feet, crinkling his nose at her and filling the large room with his explosive laughter.

  She had thought that his energy was all spent. She was wrong.

  She laughed at his silly antics and then screamed in shock as he bent down and heaved her body up into his arms throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her off in his powerful caveman grip through the open doors of his photography studio and down the hallway to his bedroom. She was laughing again as he opened his bedroom door and gently lowered her onto the soft duvet cover on his bed.

  He chuckled with her, and then a look of inspiration flashed across his face, and he ran out of the room briefly leaving her alone lying naked on his bed.

  He came back with the large metal ruler from their photography session in his hand and enthusiastically spread her legs apart as he brought the long ruler down between her thighs.

  Not sure that she was ready for whatever Blaze had planned for her, Bernadette emphatically held up both her hands in joking protest and cried out “Stop! What are you going to do with that?”

  He chuckled again. “I’m going to measure your clit. I’m sure not going to stick it inside you silly” he said flashing his boyish smile.

  Bernadette’s face drained to grey, and she let out a loud animal cry, as all the years of humiliation and embarrassment over her large clit flooded to the front of her mind.

  “How could you?” she cried out. “I trusted you! What did I ever do to you to hurt me like this?” she screamed as she leaped off the bed and ran back to the photography studio to grab her gown off the floor.

  Blaze leapt off the bed and ran after her. She was inside the photography studio crouched on the ground picking up her ball gown when Blaze caught up to her.

  “Whoa! Whoa!” He held his hands up as if to say I mean you no harm as he stood in front of the photography studio door blocking it.

  She stood up and turned to face Bhim, clutching her ball gown against her chest to cover her nakedness as he spoke.

  “What’s going on here? Please tell me what have I’ve done wrong. Is it because I called you silly? I was just joking. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”

  Bernadette brought her gown up to her face, partially covering her mouth as she screamed out her explanation through the thin layer of fabric.

  “My clit’s almost as big as a tiny dick. I’ve heard it before. You don’t have to humiliate me or confirm my defect by measuring it.”

  A pained look shot across Blaze’s face.

  “No! No!” he begged. “I want to have fun with you, not humiliate you.”

  She attempted to run past him and out of the studio.

  Blaze caught Bernadette in his arms as she tried to rush past him. He wrapped his large muscular body around her smaller soft frame and hugged her fiercely, refusing to let her go.

  “You’re wonderful,” he told her as he bent down and nuzzled his nose into the soft waves of her long auburn hair. “Your big womanly clit is wonderful. Big isn’t...defective or wrong. Big is beautiful. You are beautiful Bernadette… every part of you.”

  Bernadette wept into his strong manly arms as years of pent up emotion, and the relief of his acceptance swept through her body.

  Blaze continued to nuzzle his nose into her soft wavy auburn hair as he whispered over her “Let’s climb into bed and snuggle, my beauty.”

  Epilogue

  Three Months Later

  Bernadette’s carnation pink ball gown swayed from side to side as she strode up to the announcer’s podium at the International Fashion Photographer’s Awards. She raised her chin towards the microphone as she read her cue card.

  “The winner of photographer of the year is… ANTONIO PEREZ!”

  Photographer Antonio Perez fist pumped the air as he jumped up out of his seat and howled. He kissed no less than nine different women as he strutted his way up to the brightly lit stage to accept his award.

  Bernadette smiled and clapped graciously she backed away from the microphone to allow Mr. Perez to give his acceptance speech. Pop! Without warning Antonio Perez grabbed her face and sealed his lips over hers, his mouth lingering there sucking the air out of her lungs.

  Camera’s flashed in Blaze’s direction as he pressed his hands against the armrests of his chair and stood up.

  Mr. Perez removed his mouth from over Bernadette’s, turned to the microphone and started to give a flamboyant acceptance speech.

  “See…a bad boy always wins” James whispered into his wife Stephanie’s ear as he nudged her with his elbow. Stephanie smiled back at him and empathized “You were right dear.”

  Bernadette quietly stepped to the back of the podium and asked the guards to accompany Mr. Perez off the stage after his speech to prevent him from kissing her again.

  As Blaze walked towards the stage, a group of reporters blocked his path and inquired “How does it feel to lose photographer of the year five years in a row?”

  Blaze flashed the reporters his self-assured smile. “There’s always next year!” he replied as he watched as a pair of guards escorted Mr. Perez from the stage just behind the group of reporters.

  “It’s time for the final award of the evening!” a male announcer’s voice thundered from atop the stage.

  “The glowing Ms. Bernadette Michaels, Fashion Editor of the world renowned BBW Runway magazine, will also present our final award of the night: The Lifetime Achievement Award!”

  Bernadette blushed a shade of rose pink as she sauntered to the front of the stage wearing her Sparks Luxury crystal heels, and proudly displaying her baby bump for the audience again in her carnation pink-hued Chiuri maternity ball gown.

  She stepped onto the podium and lifted her chin towards the microphone as she read her cue card.

  “This year’s winner of The Lifetime Achievement Award is the youngest man ever to win this prestigious award. His artistry truly astounds us all.

  And the winner is…BLAZE SPARKS!”

  James immediately stood up from his seat and started a slow clap. Stephanie, Olivia, and Mark all stood up and joined him, clapping and cheering for Blaze. Soon the entire audience was on their feet clapping and giving Blaze a standing ovation.

  Blaze pushed through the group of photographers blocking his path and walked up the steep set of stairs in front of him and up onto the awards stage all the while focusing his attention on Bernadette.

  Click – Click – Ka-Boom! Blaze stared straight ahead at his beautifully pregnant Bernadette as the camera lights flashed and exploded around him.

  When he reached the podium, he gently touched his hand to hers and delighted in the softness of her skin. He bent down and breathed in her floral perfume as he whispered “I love you” into her ear.

  It was impossibly hard for him to be so close to her and not give into his need to hold her.

  Passionately, he wrapped his left arm firmly around Bernadette’s waist and pulled her figure close to his own. Her eyes widened with desire as he took control of her body and held her as close to him as humanly possible without actually lifting her up into his arms.

  Bernadette’s cheeks
blushed pink again as he turned to face her and asked, “May I kiss you?”

  She parted her lips and sang out “yes” as he bent down and placed his mouth over hers.

  His firm lips slid softly against hers as they kissed. His tongue tasted her cherry lip gloss as their mouths parted and he whispered “mmm…” into her mouth. Her lips blushed rose red.

  Camera lights flashed rapidly as Blaze released his arm from around Bernadette’s waist and took her hand in his.

  He held onto Bernadette’s hand firmly as he stepped in front of the microphone and gave his acceptance speech to the resounding applause and cheers from the audience.

  The End

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  BEAR PROTECTION

  A Pleasant Valley Shifter Story

  By

  Marlie Monroe

  Chapter One

  A chill slithered down Sophie’s spine as she crossed the small gravel parking lot behind the library. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed her coworker’s vehicle, and saw the trees beyond the lot swaying in the breeze, but nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at her. She sped up her pace nonetheless and didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until she’d entered the building and closed the door behind her. Once she was safely inside, she felt ridiculous. She’d been looking over her shoulder for months, jumping at shadows, but there was no reason to be so nervous. Not anymore. She’d left her past behind and started over here in Pleasant Valley three months ago, and she’d never been happier. Unfortunately, leaving behind the paranoia and fear so deeply ingrained in her psyche after years of abuse hadn’t been resolved by ditching her ex.

  After stashing her purse in the breakroom, she clocked in and headed up front to begin her day. The musty smell of books and wood polish greeted her just like it did every morning. She walked through the stacks, ran her fingers over the spines of books filled with enough imagination to fuel endless dreams, and made sure nothing was out of place. The Pleasant Valley Community Library was small by comparison to some of the others where she’d worked, but there was something about this one that charmed her more than the others. She loved the modest size, the laid-back pace, and being able to work one-on-one with the people who came in for help. Luck had been on her side the night she’d applied online for the position.

  At the time, she’d been desperate to find a new job as far away from her prick of a boyfriend as she could get. She’d searched online for months to no avail. It didn’t help that she’d worked as a librarian assistant since college and had no other experience. As much as she loved working in libraries, positions were few and far between and she hadn’t held up much hope of finding anything. She’d almost given up when she stumbled on the Pleasant Valley ad for a full-time librarian and applied despite not really being qualified. To her surprise, she landed the job. She hadn’t cared about the library being smack dab in the middle of a shifter reservation. It wasn’t like she was one of those crazy, shifter-phobic protesters who were always on TV.

  Three months later, she was settled in and loving life on her own. Sure, she got lonely sometimes, but she would happily deal with a little loneliness rather than kowtow to a man. She had a cute little house, her trusty junker of a car, and her life was finally her own. Now the only person she had to answer to was herself and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Hello.” A hand waved in front of Sophie’s face and fingers snapped. “Earth to Sophie.”

  Sophie blinked and turned to smile at her coworker. “Sorry, Deb. I’m a space cadet this morning.”

  “I can see that,” the kind, older woman said. “Tell me you were thinking about some hot new guy you just met and all will be forgiven.”

  “Nope,” Sophie said. “That’s not going to happen anytime soon.” Deb was happily married and dying to introduce Sophie to a slew of locals she claimed were hot, ready, and willing to settle down. Sophie wasn’t interested. Not now. Maybe never. Hoping to change the subject, she headed toward the information desk to turn on the service computers.

  Deb trailed along behind her. “Well, just let me know if you change your mind about me setting you up with someone. I know a lot of available bachelors.”

  “I appreciate the offer, but I’m going to pass.”

  “You know what they say.” Deb wiggled her eyebrows. “The best way to get over one man is to get under another one.”

  “That’s the last thing I need right now.” Sophie typed her username and password into the computer and hit enter. Even casual sex came with too many complications. A battery-operated boyfriend would work just fine for anything she needed.

  Deb’s fingers flew over the other computer’s keyboard. “All right. I’ll drop the subject for now, but I reserve the right to bring it up again in the future when you’re ready to start dating again.”

  “Thank you.” Sophie didn’t bother saying that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. There was no use wasting her voice. Deb’s insistence that she needed a man would have been annoying if Sophie didn’t know her coworker’s heart was in the right place.

  Deb sighed. “Looks like it’s time to open.”

  Sophie glanced at the clock on the lower right-hand side of the computer screen. “I guess so. Let’s get this show on the road.”

  Deb pulled her keys from her pocket and jangled them. “I’ll get the doors.”

  The rest of the morning went by quickly. Sophie led toddler story time, gave recommendations on age-appropriate board books for the kids’ parents to check out, and then straightened up after the crowd. Lunchtime arrived in the blink of an eye.

  It was her turn to run out for lunch, so she walked a few blocks down and headed into the grocery store to pick them up something from the deli. One of the downsides of living in a small town was limited options when it came to dining out. There was the diner, which was usually full to the brim during lunch and dinner, a small sub franchise, a charming little ice cream parlor, or the grocer’s deli. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out the deli was faster and cheaper, not to mention healthier.

  She placed their order over the counter and perused the desserts while she waited. Although she was trying to watch what she ate, the banana pudding looked too yummy to resist. Figuring Deb would like some too, she picked up two small plastic cartons and turned her attention to the drink cooler. She grabbed a bottle of water for herself and a diet soda for Deb and juggled all four items into a reasonable holding position.

  She used her hip to nudge the cooler door closed, whipped around to head back to the counter and check on her order, and walked face-first into the biggest damn man she’d ever laid eyes on. The delicate plastic cartons squished between her chest and his stomach, sending creamy yellowish pudding oozing through the gaps in the packaging and all over his clothes and her own. She gasped as the cold wet mess seeped through her blouse and automatically reached up to pull the fabric away from her skin, forgetting all about the bottles clutched in her other hand. They hit the floor with a bang and rolled out of sight. Mortification raced through her at her clumsiness. Heat filled her face as she looked up at the man and took in his gruff countenance, from the heavy furrowed brow and narrowed green eyes to the frown pulling down the corners of his full lips. The guy was huge and did not look happy. Their gazes locked and she flushed from head to toe. “Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.”

  The man looked like he was about to rip into her, and then a funny thing happened. His nostrils flared and his eyes widened. His expression immediately smoothed out. “Don’t worry about it,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice. “It was just as much my fault as yours.” He bent down, fished her drinks out from beneath the counter, and handed them to her.

  “Thank you.” Their fingers brushed and sparks ignited between them. She gasped at the shock and pulled the bottles and dented pudding containers against her chest. Even after he’d pulled away from her, her skin continued to tingle from that one simple touch.

  “
You’re welcome.” With those parting words, he brushed by her and disappeared down the aisle.

  Sophie stared after him, wondering what had just happened—besides her making a fool of herself. That she was used to. Grace was not in her repertoire of skills. What came as a surprise was the amount of chemistry she shared with the intimidating stranger.

  A woman behind the counter called out, “Order up for Macay.”

  Sophie claimed her food, paid, and returned to the library.

  Deb smiled at her when she walked through the door. “About time. I was starting to think you’d gotten lost.” Her gaze drifted lower. “What happened to your shirt?”

  Sophie sighed. “I had a little mishap at the store.”

  Deb’s smile widened. “Do tell.”

  Sophie shook her head and continued walking toward the breakroom. She set the food on the counter and turned to find Deb standing right behind her. “Shouldn’t one of us be out in the main room?”

  “In a minute. First, I want to hear what happened.”

  “I literally ran into this huge, mountain of a man and spilled pudding all over both of us. I swear, I thought he was going to bite my head off. Instead, he helped me pick our drinks up off the floor and then fled like I was carrying the plague. It was not my finest moment.”

  “You’re overreacting. It was just an accident. Was the guy at least good-looking?”

  Sophie pictured the man. Beneath the intimidating scowl, the man really had been handsome. “He was all right, I guess.”

  “Well… what did he look like?”

  “What does it matter?”

  Deb shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

  Sophie unpacked the food. She carried her share over to the table and sat down. “I don’t know. He was really tall and muscular. He had kind of shaggy brown hair. Just a guy.”

  “Well, shoot. That could be anyone.”