Turned Out! (BBW Erotic Romance) Read Free Page A

she promised and walked to the door, the tray with the now completely empty utensils in her hand.
    As soon as the door closed behind her, Bryce jumped up and headed for the shower.  I knew without asking that he was getting ready to pounce on her as soon as she returned.
    He and I share some commonalties.  Dimples on a woman are our weakness, but he isn’t connoisseur enough to appreciate them anywhere else on a woman.  Foolish man.
    By the time Lorna returned, he was propped up in the bed, still watching the match he’d watched the day before but dressed in the bathrobe, freshly showered and shaved.
    Not being in the discomfort...sorry, comfort of his own home, he hadn’t initially planned to shave—preferring to give her beard burn than risk getting razor bumps himself.  He had learned through trial and error what worked for him.  Seeing the top of the range Wilkinson Sword disposable and the L’Oreal Paris Men Expert products she had laid out had changed his mind.
    Cynic that he was, Bryce had stopped for a moment to try and recall if he’d felt stubble or seen any trace of a five o’clock shadow on her face.  She could have bought the products for herself.  No, he’d decided with an inner sigh of relief after a minute’s contemplation—her chin was as smooth as her bottom.
    She was just a woman who knew how to treat a man right.  Even the toothbrush he’d used wasn’t one of those cheap ‘dozen for £1’ varieties but a battery-operated Oral B.  He doubted that it was one she had bought for herself.  It was a manly blue; both her electric and manual toothbrushes were pink.
    There was no doubt about it, the items were bought with a man in mind—unlike her living room, her bedroom was ultra feminine.  Everything pointed to the fact that she was the ultimate in preparedness.
    “Come here,” Bryce commanded.  The words came out more like a caress than the order I’m sure he’d intended.
    She was already getting under his skin and the idiot didn’t even know it.
    She smiled and slowly sauntered closer, her breasts, the swell of her belly and her thighs jiggling.
    Throbbing with anticipation, I watched her come and realized with a shock that she wasn’t the sad, can’t-get-a-man-to-fuck-me victim I’d thought she was.  Her body was all compliance, but there was a glow of dominance in her eyes.
    She was an undercover player.
    She would play Bryce’s game until she had him right where she wanted him—like a dealer giving free cocaine to a user to get him hooked.
    “I was tired last night,” Bryce warned as he pulled her onto the bed.  “That’s the only reason your brains are still in your head and not splattered all over the walls.”
    “I can’t believe I said that!”  Lorna laughed, filling the air with the sexy, throaty sound that seemed to come effortlessly from the recesses of bigger women.
    “I’m glad you did.”  Bryce kissed her long and deep.  “I like to know where I am with women.”
    “And I like to know where I am with men.”
    “Do you have a medium-sized dildo?”
    “You want to know that because...?” Lorna pulled herself slightly away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
    “I don’t want you getting too sore, too fast.”
    Eh?  Since when does he give a fuck?
    He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to be in and out of your pussy for the rest of the day.”
    Ah!   I saw past Bryce’s attempt at being solicitous.  He needed some backup—her tight pussy had already made a fool of us twice—we needed reinforcement.
    “I have just the thing.”  Lorna gave another of her sexy laughs, leaned over and reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet.
    The toy she pulled from a protective sheath was about half an inch shorter than me but much slimmer.  It was made of clear, polished glass and a good replica of a cock.
    “Perfect.”  Bryce took it from her and laid it on the bed.  Then he rolled, taking her with him,