The Scandal : A BBW ALPHA MALE BWWM ROMANCE

by Cassie Verano

  “I am going to make love to you in a way that I have desired from the moment I first laid eyes on you. Your body is so beautiful it leaves me yearning for more. And for so long, you have denied me the pleasure of partaking and feasting of your beauty in its entirety. Tonight, no more will I be denied. Tonight, you and I will make beautiful music and I...I will drink my fill of you. Tonight, I will finally climb inside of you, mio cara, we shall become as one. And I will make love to you the way that another man never has. You shall be complete tonight, and I will remove that sorrow from your eyes,” he said, stopping when we were on the front lawn once more.

  Dante stopped and caressed the sides of my face, his dark eyes glowing as he dipped his head to cover my lips with his. The kiss was sweet, heady, and snuck up on me, slowly leaving me just a bit dizzy and very giddy and happy, much like the wine we’d drunk.

  Dante was not a man to be rushed as he took his time suckling my lips, exploring the curve and every groove in my plump lips. Licking along the seams and nipping at the corners as if he wanted to sample every single portion of me, not missing one expanse of skin.

  And finally, I opened my mouth to him, greedily suckling at his tongue as he did mine, our tongues swiping over one another, licking the inside walls of one another’s mouths. Moans, grunts, and whimpers were colliding as they rushed to get out of the hollow our mouths created.

  Long, tapered fingers swept up my sides, around my back, and to my shoulders. My chest heaved up and down when his hands finally made contact with my skin. His mouth slid off mine and under my jaw, licking a hot trail down to my neck.

  His hands pushed at the shoulders of my dress, moving the soft, satiny material down my shoulders and to my arms. Walking behind me, he slowly unhooked my bra, his warm kisses replacing the band against my skin.

  “Wa...wait,” I moaned, getting lost in the suckling noises of his hot kisses at the nape of my neck and around to the underside of my breasts.

  “Yes, mio Cara?” he asked, still kissing and licking as his fingers slowly slid to my waist.

  “We’re outside, Dante. Someone might see us.”

  Lifting his head, he kissed my lips again. “No one will see us, mia Regina. I have dismissed my staff for the weekend. There’s just you and me. I hope that was okay,” he said with a brief flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, which was quickly replaced with the normal confidence I’d grown to know.

  “No one?”

  “No one,” he reassured me in a husky tone.

  Moving his hands from my waist, I instantly pulled my arms the rest of the way out of my sleeves.

  Dante stared at my breasts as if he’d just seen them for the first time. Cool thumbs rubbed my nipples softly and then harder, watching them as they puckered, and then watching me as a gasp caught in my throat from the pleasure he brought to my body.

  Needing to make this union complete, I removed the belt from around my waist and pushed my dress down my hips. Dante kneeled to remove it from around my feet. His hands gingerly tugged at the waistband of my thong and pulled it over my hips, down my thick thighs, and off my feet, as he watched me the entire time.

  The first swipe of his tongue was like my first ever airplane ride. I recall being nervous and scared yet excited at the same time. Not knowing what to expect. And then when we took off. The powerful acceleration of the plane combined with bodily acceleration when the chair pushes against you, creating a sinking feeling is incomparable. That first time.

  That’s what I felt when he swiped my pussy out in the open on the lawn, staring up at me. Knowing that this wasn’t like being at the party when he had to get back to his guests. No. We were preparing to make love for the first time.

  No BDSM.

  No masks.

  Just sex.

  So intimate, yet so different than anything we’d experienced before.

  Dante’s deft fingers spread me apart, the sensation of the cool autumn air tickling my clitoris.

  He looked up at me with an endearing smile and wink before he buried his face inside of me for at least the next ten minutes. His tongue sucked and licked while his teeth nipped at my clitoris.

  I stood above him, powerless to do anything but hold on for the ride.

  One finger and then two slipped inside of me as he suckled at me. His other hand moved around me, and he slipped a finger inside my ass. I thought that a simple move would break me. A dizzying wave washed over me, and I clenched my thighs, not ready for the orgasm to overtake me.

  Planting his entire mouth over me, he removed his fingers and sucked heartily at me, speaking a love language to my soul that my body was familiar with.

  I screamed, cried out his name, clawed at his back, buckled to the ground without him detaching himself. Finally, mercifully I released an orgasm of epic proportions as my body prepared to give itself to this man on another level.

  Even as I was coming down from my euphoric high, Dante would not tether his desire. But like an unchained dog rushing after its prey, vicious and undeterred about taking down his target, he licked along my thigh, to the back of my knee, along my calf until he reached the heel of my foot.

  And I never had a man to lick my feet and toes the way Dante did and have my ass wiggling on the grass like a fish out of water. Men had tried it before, and it did nothing for me or either turned me off, depending on who it was. But Dante had a way with his tongue that made me believe no matter what he did; it would be performed with precision and executed perfectly.

  “I want all of you, mia Regina. I’ve waited too long to consume all this luscious beauty,” he said as he kissed his way up my body before landing on my lips.

  My hands wrapped around the back of his head, my fingers threading through the dark silken strands of his low cut hair. Breaking off the kiss, he moved to nuzzle my neck, the hairs of his beard soft and silken in some places, yet so low in others they scratched at my skin.

  I didn’t care. I immersed myself in every sensation of this moment as though it would never be recreated, never experienced again in this lifetime.

  When he stood, I hated that our connection was broken for that moment but knew it was necessary as he removed his clothing to reveal the hard planes and the sculpted canvas of muscles that bore the labor and workouts he’d endured through the years.

  The beautiful golden body of Dante’s never got old in my eyes.

  Instead, I feasted on every part of him from his broad swimmer’s shoulders to his tapered waist. Long, muscular, hairy legs looked as if they were carved from bars of gold.

  Every contour and muscle of his body was chiseled to perfection and a treat for the eyes.

  Licking my lips, I allowed my eyes to drift back to his casually. The same flaring of his nostrils that always happened when he was ready to devour me quickened the pulsating between my thighs.

  Licking his tongue out to swipe across his top and then bottom lip, he bit down on it, pulling it in between his teeth as a flicker of desire flashed over his face, darkening his brown eyes to an almost black color.

  The tickle of the grass underneath my body disappeared when he looked at me. I forgot about the fact that the sun had gone down. I forgot that we were in the nude underneath a cloudless sky. I forgot that there wasn’t a neighbor close by within a mile.

  All I cared about was that this man was about to devour me.

  Kneeling beside me, he lifted me into his arms, walked towards the fountain in the middle of his motor court, and said, “You are my first.”

  CHAPTER 18 – DANTE

  “Your first what?” she asked, the confusion evident in her dark brown eyes.

  “The first woman I’ve ever had that I did not use a condom with. I want to feel all of your exquisite softness, your heat, and liquid gold without any barriers dimming this experience. But only if that is your desire too, amore,” I said, brushing my lips against her cheeks.

  There was a subtle innocence and sweetness about Indigo; despite the fiery temperament, she s
ometimes exuded. And it was that purity which pulled me in and made me want things with her I’d never wanted before.

  Long, dark lashes framed her beautiful brown eyes and closed briefly, sweeping at the tops of the curves of her cheekbones. Opening them once more, I noticed an openness I’d never seen before. As if she’d dropped all reservations and held nothing back.

  “Yes, Dante, it is,” she murmured.

  I stepped into the fountain, carefully lowering us into the cool waters so that our bodies could gradually adjust to the temperature and not shock her too much.

  She shivered when the waters touched her.

  Kissing her lips, I said, “Don’t worry. Our bodies will naturally adjust and create heat.”

  Indigo nodded, her eyes full of trust and desire. Sitting on the fountain's base, I positioned her thighs on either side of mine and shifted her slightly.

  “Siete pronti?”

  “What?” she whispered.

  “I asked, ‘are you ready?’”

  “I’ve never been more ready for anything.”

  “Wrap your legs around me, bella,” I whispered, scooting forward.

  Obediently she did as I asked.

  “Press your feet into my back.”

  She did that, too, and I could feel the sharp pricking of her black and gold heels in my skin. The slight pain and discomfort were hardening my arousal.

  “Keep your eyes open,” I commanded as I placed my cock against her wet, soft opening.

  Biting her bottom lip, Indigo nodded and stared into my eyes, hers clear of any traces of doubt or hesitation.

  Slowly I slid into her inch by inch, savoring the delicious feel of her heat and moistness. She hesitated for a moment, clenching and holding her breath.

  “Relax, mio cara."

  Inhaling through her nose and blowing out through her mouth, she tried again.

  This time I captured her lips into a kiss and worked my way inside of her, swallowing her whimpers. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I began to move around inside of her, working to find our comfort zone and create a flow. Striving to familiarize myself with her intimate walls.

  She deepened our kiss and finally began moving her hips, rocking back and forth. I held onto her hips,waist, enjoying the feeling of our union and how we seemed to fit perfectly together. The heat of her body created a cocoon of warmth and a haven for me that I never wanted to leave.

  I’d known getting involved with her was a mistake early on. From the way she’d come into the community, I’d known she was looking for something to hide behind. I didn’t know her pain at the time, but I knew she was a newbie, and this wasn’t a way of life for her, rather an escape from something darker.

  But didn’t we all have our secrets or something we were trying to escape? And where I’d been able to look past that with other lovers, it wasn’t the same with her. There was a desperation in Indigo’s voice, eyes, and actions that haunted me even when we weren’t together.

  She indelibly etched her impact on my heart and soul, deeper than the superficial wounds that the paddle, whip, or flogger she used could ever leave behind. The pain of those tools had no bearing on the pressure I felt from Indigo’s absence, her refusal to take my calls or texts in the weeks she’d avoided me.

  I’d longed to seek her out, extract her secrets bit by bit, and lock them away to protect her forever. However, I’d chosen to wait for her to return to me. Because only then could I ensure that she needed and wanted me. Only then would I get her to trust me enough to share her pain with me.

  Now that I knew who she was, I knew what the source of her pain was. I, along with almost fifteen hundred residents of the Sunset Harbor community and anyone watching in the coastal towns bordering us, witnessed her shame, humiliation, and pain on live TV.

  Yet, I still longed to know her heart. To know the burden she carried, the impact of her public embarrassment, and how long she’d harbored the secret of her fiancé’s betrayal, and how deep that scar went beyond just knowing what hurt her. And that’s what I wanted. To know all of her inside and out.

  I wanted to nurture her and make her aware of her worth once more. The spark that used to glow in her eyes on the morning news was noticeably dimmer after her return to the show. Stepping into the world of BDSM where she could hide behind scarves and masks and using sex as a weapon was her remedy to her pain.

  However, I knew that the remedy was a short-term resolution that would not produce the healing she sought. I sensed that time, patience, and love would be the only thing that could heal her broken heart. Yet, I wasn’t sure that I was ready or capable of offering that love.

  Love was a major step, a feeling that I was unfamiliar with as it related to intimate relationships between a man and a woman. However, one day I did want to become well acquainted with that still yet elusive feeling.

  Until then, I would settle for tender touches, soft caresses, and gentle kisses to give Indigo the comfort she needed. My attentiveness to her was not solely because I knew she hurt, but because I genuinely cared about her.

  As Indigo rode my dick, my hands moved from her waist to her thick, curvy thighs, squeezing and digging my fingers into them. I savored the scent of the peach fragrance, coating her body, and slowly licked a trail down her neck to her bosom.

  Indigo leaned back, her hips still grinding and working and gyrating as she took all of me inside of her. Leaning forward, I plucked one dark brown chocolate dipped nipple between my teeth. Scraping my teeth across it while flicking my tongue back and forth over it, I reveled in the whimper she released.

  My other hand dragged up her sides to hold and then caress one of her ample breasts in my mouth. My Queen wore a forty-four G bra. I’d noticed it when I unhooked it, and I relished how much of her there was to enjoy.

  I moved from one breast to the other as she bounced up and down on my dick, holding the other breast in place.

  “Dante...”

  “Hmmm?” I murmured around her nipple.

  “I’m about to cum.”

  Lifting my mouth from her breast, I crushed her mouth and dug deeper inside of her, drilling her with the power of my movements. Wrapping my arms underneath her, I stood, lifting her with me.

  Setting her down at the bottom of the fountain, I spread her knees, kneeling on the hard concrete basin, and drove into her. Once again, she wrapped her legs around my back, digging those spiked heels further into my back. I knew there would be red indentations there for days to come.

  I didn’t care. The way that she was giving me her body was all that mattered. Indigo withheld nothing from me, opening wider as she unclasped her legs and pulled her knees back towards her head.

  Her pussy was gushy, soft, and hot, just the way that I liked it.

  The water splashing around us, our bodies slapping together, suctioning noises of her skin against the concrete, and our groans and grunts created a miasma of sex-induced pleasure that we buried ourselves in.

  Indigo’s and my hands grappled with each other’s bodies, unable to get enough of touching each other, feeling one another, and tasting each other as we kissed and licked at one another’s bodies. I felt the explosion building up, saw the tears in her eyes, felt us melting towards one another, and I knew it was only a matter of time.

  “I promise just a few pumps will get us there,” I whispered against her ear before licking and then sucking her earlobe into my mouth.

  My pumps grew faster and harder, and just as I’d promised about four pumps in, Indigo was shouting my name, her face screwed up into an amalgamation of pleasure, submission, pain, and relief.

  Yet, I wasn’t done.

  Grabbing the heels of her shoes into the palms of my hands, I lifted again, spreading her legs wide open for the heavens to see all of her glory. I drove slowly and deeply into her, pulling out to the tip and sinking back into her cushiony softness.

  Eventually, my movements became wild, jerky, and uncoordinated movements, as my pace increased, and m
y. My balls slapped out of control against Indigo as her creaminess coated my dick with her juices.

  Throwing my head back, the last sight I saw before blurriness and darkness took over was a bluebird sitting on the edge of a cypress overhead, seemingly looking down upon us.

  A roar unleashed from deep within the confines of my chest, fighting and clawing up my throat to be released, ripping its way from my throat to be heard throughout the universe. I was certain when I opened my eyes; the bird would no longer be there.

  Just like that, a couple of months of not having penetrating sex culminated into this molten lava spilling forth and down over the edges, taking up everything in its path.

  When I opened my eyes, the bird was gone. Lowering my gaze, I saw Indigo staring up at me with such adoration and openness that tugged at my heart.

  Shuttering her eyes as if she’d pulled the blinds down over the emotions of her soul, she blinked and smiled at me.

  “That was intense, huh?”

  I licked her lips, suckling at them, before deepening our kiss. When I pulled out of her, I smiled and said, “Mio dolce cara, questo è solo l’inizio.”

  A smile trembled on her lips.

  “It means, ‘my sweet darling, this is just the beginning.’”

  Quickly Indigo closed her water-logged eyes, and a tear leaked from underneath. I reached out and rubbed it away and kissed the spot it left a wet mark in.

  “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, splashing water all around her.

  “Dante!” she squealed, struggling to get out from underneath me and the playfulness that had taken over my spirit.

  “What’s wrong? I’m cleaning you, mia dolce tesoro!”

  “My hair!” she squealed again, pressing her hands against her head, plastering thick curls underneath her palms.

  I didn’t understand what the problem was because her hair was already wet from our lovemaking in the fountain.

  “Is beautiful, just as you are.”

  Indigo stopped for a moment and looked up at me.