CURVES BY DESIGN (Big Girls And Bad Boys: A BBW Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

teasing the flesh above her thigh-high stockings. Ripping her mouth from his she whispered roughly.   "No, Devon. This isn't right." Her mouth was saying no, but her hips came up to meet his seeking fingers.
    "Just let me touch you, Molly."   He slid off the couch to kneel beside it, his hand stroking up her thigh.   "Open your legs for me."
    His fingers played up and down her slit over the silk of her panties.   She blushed, her face pink and flushed, knowing that he could already feel how damp the material was from her arousal.   "Devon."   She could barely choke out his name as his caress became more demanding.   Her legs opened with a will of their own, her body unable to deny him.
    He slipped his fingers under the elastic and delved into her tender folds, drenching his digits with her slippery heat.   "You're so hot, so soft, so wet. Let me satisfy you, sweetheart."
    Molly squirmed as one of his fingers circled her clit slowly, making her lift her hips, needing more contact.
    He leaned into her and kissed her senseless, leaving her mindless to anything but his invading tongue in her mouth and his talented fingers making her burn for release.   Her needy little sounds vibrated against his lips as he became more aggressive, pushing her need to an urgent level.
    She grasped his shoulders, her nails sinking into his thin, cotton dress shirt as he inserted two fingers into her wanting channel, filling her.
    Oh, yes.    Hell, yes.    Her body was nearly in flames and she willed those fingers to start moving, start fucking her.   Her body was demanding satisfaction and it wanted it now.   Her mind was lost as the commands of her body took control, demanding to be sated.
    Devon’s mouth came away from hers and he rested it against her ear.   Hot breath fanned her ear and neck as he groaned, "You're so tight, so perfect."
    His fingers fucked her in deep, rhythmic strokes as his thumb flicked over her sensitive nub in the same tempo.   As he increased the pace and pressure, she cried out his name as her hips rotated, begging for release.
    He had made her need to orgasm with an intensity that stunned her, made her forget everything except her driving desire to climax.
    "That's it.   Let go.   I want to watch you come," he panted as his tongue trailed lazily along her sensitive ear lobe and neck.
    Molly reached her peak with a volatility that frightened her.   "Devon.   Oh, God."   She didn't recognize her own voice as the tortured, strangled groan erupted from her throat.   She threw her head back as her entire body tensed and hard, sharp spasms squeezed around Devon’s thrusting fingers, drenching them with her cream, as she started to tremble in the aftermath of the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced.
    "You are so beautiful."   Devon kissed her tenderly as she laid there totally dazed, her emotions close to the surface from the shattering climax.
    "Oh, God.   This shouldn't have happened."   Panic swept over her as she realized just how vulnerable she was.   Tears sprang to her eyes and she turned her head away from Devon and struggled to sit up.   Closing her legs, she pushed him away from her and pulled her dress over her legs.
    "Molly, what's wrong?"   He swiped at her tears with his thumbs, his voice hoarse and concerned.
    "This was a mistake.   You're drunk.   You don't know what you’re doing."
    And I'm going to get hurt.    Again.
    Molly couldn't screw Devon when he was in a drunken state...no matter how badly she wanted to.   His rejection later would devastate her.   She felt raw and exposed, her need to escape almost an obsession.
    "It wasn't a mistake, baby.   It was the beginning of something I've wanted since we met," he crooned, trying to comfort her.
    "My feelings were hurt last time, Devon.   I shouldn't have repeated the same mistake."
    He reached for her hand, dropping a kiss into her palm.   "I never meant to hurt you,