The Alpha Dating Game: An Extremely Sensual BBW Shifter Romance (9 page)

They made it as far as the parking lot. Kyle pushed Jessica against a pillar and crushed his lips against hers.

“God, I want you,” he said in a hoarse voice.

His hands roamed to her breasts again. He cupped them beneath her blouse and groped them. The tips of her nipples tingled against the fabric of her bra. His grasp was very strong and urgent. Never had a man wanted her so much before. It was heady and exhilarating.

“These are gorgeous. Do you know how gorgeous they are?” he murmured.

A squeal of tires alerted them that they were not alone. A car came revving up the passage, made a sharp turn around their pillar and disappeared from sight.

Kyle laughed.

“OK, I get it. No privacy,” Jessica said. Her face was flushed and she knew the heat extended all the way down her chest.

He smiled mischievously.

“I know a place.”

REGRET

He didn’t mind bringing her to his place. Not really.

After all, he had few personal effects in it to alert her to his real name. Kyle preferred not to be reminded of his family and his obligations when he was on his own. The Enclave repeatedly did that already, and he didn’t need to add more flame to the matter.

Besides, once the deed was done, it was not as though she would ever return to this place.

But oh, she inflamed him like no other woman had done before! He continued to be surprised by how enormously he was attracted to her. His cock was harder than it had ever been in a long, long time, and he would give his right toe to dive in and savage those beautiful tits.

It wasn’t all physical, he knew. She was a combination of sweetness and innocence and purity that ignited his heart as well as his loins.

I could live with someone like her forever
.

But he knew, with a very heavy regret in his chest, that it could and would not be.

Nevertheless, she was his for now to love. And he intended to love her for as long as he could until such time she was wrenched away from him.

THE APARTMENT

This was huge, Jessica thought.

Not just Kyle’s apartment, but the fact that he brought her here after the third date. The apartment itself blew her mind away, but she already knew it would.

She knew Kyle was young and rich, but his apartment surpassed her wildest imagination. The décor was ultra-modern, but it was clear that the best and most comfortable furnishings had been used. The sofa set was one of those comfortable ones with a recliner, and it was stark white. The lights were not seen, but the recesses and walls were lit with a nourishing glow. A collection of rocks adorned grottoes in the walls.

Jessica had never seen an apartment like this before.

“What are those?” she asked in wonder as she inspected the rocks. Some of them looked like they could have come from a museum.

Kyle seemed slightly embarrassed. “I collect rocks from every age and strata of the Earth. It’s a hobby. Some of these rocks are very old. See this piece of shale here?”

He indicated a brown slab. There was a fossil embedded within it – one of a lobster-like creature without legs.

“Trilobite,” Jessica said excitedly. “This must really, really old.”

“You know it?” He was impressed.

“I’ve seen it in a book.”

“Yes. This creature is over 270 million years old.” His eyes softened. “I remember when I first collected it. A kid said his grandfather had it in his garage for over twenty years. I bought it from them on Ebay for sixty bucks. It’s a good complete specimen.”

“I’m sure it’s worth a lot more now.”

“Not really.” He laughed. “Trilobites are a dime a dozen. But I like them.”

She smiled. He was like a little boy with his geological hobby.

Then she paused, suddenly feeling awkward. He brought her here for a reason and one reason only. She had wanted it just as much as he did in the movie theatre, but now that she was here, she suddenly felt nervous. What if she disappointed him? What if she was not ready? If he took one look at her fat body, would he laugh?

He must have sensed what she was thinking, because he said softly, “You’re afraid I’ll take your virginity.”

His words were so sensuous and on-the-spot that she shivered.

Kyle came close. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he said. “I’m not going to have sex with you. Not tonight. But I can make you feel you’ve never felt before . . . if you’ll let me.”

Jessica’s mouth went dry.

“Do you trust me?” he said. His eyes were very brilliant and blue, and her knees went weak just to look into them. It was as though he had cast a spell upon her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He led her to the recliner which was attached to the rest of his pristine white couch. He was so confident, so much in command of the situation. She was entranced, like a marionette, pulled by his strings. Her entire body was primed for his touch.

“Now,” he said, smiling, “where did we leave off?”

He pushed her gently back on the recliner so that she was half-lying down with her head against the back of it. Then he teased the top two buttons of her blouse open. His eyes were burning.

“I want to look at you,” he said.

Reality jolted her into the present. She flushed.

“No,” she said, stopping his hand. “Please . . . I’m not beautiful.”

“You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes were reverent and shining and so truthful that she never wanted to tear her gaze away from them.

He took her hand and guided it to the crotch of his jeans. She had never felt a man’s crotch before, and she had a little jolt of incomprehension at first, followed by alarm. She wanted to snatch her hand away but he held her tightly.

“Feel me,” he whispered. “Feel what you do to me. You’re beautiful. My body is responding to you. Do you believe me now?”

The denim which covered his bulging crotch was coarse but the fullness which pushed the fabric out was unmistakable.

“Anytime you want to stop this, you tell me,” he said.

He kissed her again, and she responded. Her lust for him rose once again, and that clenching, compressing feeling of need in her pussy that she had felt in the theatre returned in full force. Before she knew it, he was tugging at her buttons once again, undoing them one by one. He ripped off her blouse. Her bra was underneath and her very large mounds exposed.

He took the sight of these in like he had never seen a woman before.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned. “I’ve dreamt of tits like these.”

His hands circled both the mounds and gripped as much as flesh as he could get into them. A thrill shot through her nipples and she cried out softly.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in concern.

“No.”

“Tell me if I’m hurting you at any time and I will stop, OK?”

“OK.” But she didn’t want him to stop. The sensations swarming her nipples were too enticing, too sublime. She wanted her breasts to spring free. The feeling of being desired and admired for her beauty was so intense, so liberating.

He unclasped her bra. Now that she was sure he found her beautiful, something within her had sprung and released the trap of her insecurities, her fears, her hidden passions. Her breasts were freed – the glorious, gorgeous mounds that she had only ever found too embarrassingly big.

But Kyle was voraciously taking them in with his eyes as if they were the second coming.

He pushed her down on the soft leather of the recliner. Now with her blouse and bra off, her skin could take in every nuance of the fine, cool leather. Kyle placed his mouth around her right nipple and sucked as though to tease the very milk out of them. His lips were soft and insistent and his mouth was very wet. He sucked, and with every pull of his inner cheeks, she could feel her womb contract.

Oh, but she was coming very close to orgasm just by being suckled!

He continued to work at her right nipple. At the same time, his hands massaged and teased both her breasts to plump them up. His tongue trailed all sorts of patterns on her electrified flesh. Both her nipples were engorged beyond anything she had ever felt before.

“Ohhhh,” she cried out softly. Tears blurred her eyes. She could only see the top of his dark head as he unrelentingly savaged her nipple. Her hands came up to caress his head, his hair, the hot flesh of his neck.

He transferred his mouth to her other nipple. Her vigorously worked one was tingling and glistening all over with his wetness. There was something really primal about his need to suckle her. His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh now and then, causing her to gasp.

He unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off. His body was toned and lean. Not too muscled, but just right. He reached for the fly of his jeans.

“Wait,” she said, hesittant.

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

It was the first time he had used an expletive in front of her, and she gasped.

He grinned. “Pardon my French, but it’s the way I talk when I get excited. I just want to show you my cock.”

She had never seen a man’s cock before in the flesh. Her mouth went dry when he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out like an uncoiling snake. He was very, very erect, and the eyelet of his penis stared at her. Her first full frontal! She could almost faint.

He licked his lower lip. “Would you like to touch it?”

She was almost afraid to. Would she hurt him? Would it bend?

“Take it,” he urged her. “Go on. It’s hardier than it looks.”

When she didn’t move, he took her hand and gently guided her to his shaft.

“Go on. Touch it. Hold it.”

Her breath was caught in her lungs when she gingerly grasped his penis. It was thicker than she thought it would be, but not so thick that she couldn’t circle her palm around it. It felt hard and yet yielding at the same time.

“Look,” he said, grasping her hand which was grasping his cock. “Stroke it. It feels great that way.”

His strong hand guided hers to massage his shaft up and down, right up to the tuft of his pubic hair. His balls were a tight sac beneath this tuft.

“See this? This is called the head. It’s very sensitive.”

He moved their compressed hands towards his head, which was a bulbous terminal which sat atop his shaft. This was softer and springier to the touch. He was breathing hard. His hand left off, and she stroked and squeezed his cock head, and then back to his shaft. Back, forth, back, forth.

He tipped back his head and groaned. “Oh God, don’t stop . . . don’t stop.”

She was getting the hang of this. The fact that she could excite him empowered her. She pumped and milked him for all he was worth, until his hands were groping her forearms, and then her hair, and her breasts again.

“Ohhhh,” he groaned. “I want to do something. Don’t worry, it’s not fucking. I’m not even going to take off your pants.”

“OK.”

He pressed her down against the long seat of the recliner again. His cock was harder than ever. He seized both her voluminous breasts and squeezed them together.

“Most beautiful tits I have ever seen.”

He positioned himself above her. His cock was pointing straight at her face. He inserted his dick in between her breasts. Making sure that her mounds were pointing upwards and the valley between them was but a crevice, he began to piston himself back and forth, using her flesh for friction.

She had never experienced anything so erotic in her entire life. Her pussy was creaming down there, and true to his word, he hadn’t even taken off her pants.

He started going faster and faster. His face was flushed and sweat dotted his upper lip. His pupils were extremely dilated in his blue, blue orbs. His breathing came out harsher and harsher, until he was grunting with each thrust.

She couldn’t help crying out too. The rod between her tits was very hot, and he kept on going faster . . . and faster . . . and faster . . .

His fever infected her, and his movements became so fast as to become a blur. As he pumped in and out between her globes, he tweaked and massaged her nipples so that the sensations in them shot straight to her groin. His intensity rose, as did hers, until it reached a delirious pitch.

He came, spattering his semen all over the front of her chest and in the valley between her breasts. It was her first time watching a man shoot, and she was amazed to see how much of it there was. His face contorted. As the stream subsided, he let go of her breasts so that the divider between them was widened.

He was panting as he lovingly wiped off his sperm from her glistening skin.

“God, that was so good, Jessica.”

He leaned down again and kissed her lips.

“There’ll be more next time,” he promised. “Different things. Better things.”

She believed him.

“But right now,” he said, “I just want to lie next to you and hold you.”

She made room for him to snuggle on the recliner next to her. Their sweaty skins were touching one another’s and he buried his face into the crook of her neck. His arm came around her waist. It was incredibly romantic. Both of them smelled of sweat and sin and sex.