Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (37 page)

“I suppose,” Jonnie said, sighing. “You could have saved yourself the trouble and left her with her ass in the air out here, though.”

Matt just laughed. “I love watching her pretty booty, dude, but I got a few tricks of my own and I work best on a nice mattress.
She probably wants to use the bathroom to clean up a sec, too.”

Tricks?,
Alyssin wondered.

She found herself intrigued. S
ore and used as she’d been, should have been satisfied but …

Matt had not yet been inside her. And she badly wanted him to be.

He said he wants to fucking make love to me …

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The bedroom was clean and tidy, with lots of colorful posters and figurines on shelves, just like the living room. She was surprised to see that he had a full-sized bed, and truly
shocked
to see that it was neatly made … A
huge
accomplishment for a single young guy. Heck, she’d never been very good about making her own bed herself.

Matt clasped her shoulders and turned her around to face him … Grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, biting her lip before forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. He lashed it around, licking her teeth and the sensitive tissues under her own tongue.

“That would make a nice picture for a Valentine’s card,” she heard Jonnie say, “But … Well, Matthew, I have to put this crudely, don’t I? When you gonna’ get your dick wet, pal?”

When Matt pulled back from the kiss, she looked over and saw Jonnie leaning against the frame of the bedroom doorway, taking another sip from his flask. When he saw her looking at him, he cocked his head and stuck out his pierced tongue, wagging it at her mockingly.

He was the very picture of edgy male attitude … the bruiser of a bad boy, naked, casually leaning in the doorway, too cool for the world.

He was still so damn sexy, though. Lean and mean, cruel, a user … She wished she could ignore him, or despise him … but she couldn’t.

Regardless, she was going to focus Matt now.

“You’re still a contender, my friend,” Jonnie told Matt. “Time to fill the cunt with an army of your eager sperms, surely?”

“Surely,” Matt replied. Grabbing her waist, he pushed her back towards the bed … and she stepped backwards, following his lead.

He stopped with her about a foot away from the bed. Matt quickly jumped behind her, tugging down the bedspread and sheets.

She turned her head to watch him … She got a quick view of his ass, the cheeks skinny but tight--and deliciously dimpled.

Now, he grabbed her upper arms,
and pushed her forcibly back again until her knees touch the edge of the mattress.

He shoved, hard.

Alyssin fell back onto the bed, bouncing and laughing, the wind knocked out of her.

“Rotate around for me, sweetcheeks,” he commanded. He grabbed her legs and twisted her body around, and she helped him so that her body was oriented in the correct and customary position, lengthwise on the bed.

And then, he was on the bed, bending over her, kissing her knee. She laughed again … She’d never realized before that her knees were so ticklish.

His tongue trailed up her thigh …
He didn’t lick her pussy, probably because Jonnie had recently cum in there. She’d cleaned up in the bathroom as best she could, but she knew there was still some of the punk’s seed up inside of her. So she couldn’t blame Matt for skipping down there for now.

But he
did
move up to her belly button, sticking his tongue in there and poking wetly around—an unexpectedly delightful sensation that made her squirm.

Then, his
puckered lips glided hungrily up to her right breast … And suddenly he was sucking her boob, teething her plump nipple while his cheeks vacuumed inward at the same time, making her gasp.

She felt like she would love to have him do these things to her for hours, she really would … And yet—

Despite the brutal banging that Jonnie had given her, she needed Matt … Her other lover, her tender lover … Inside of her.  

Matt seemed ready, too. Done with his oral explorations of her flesh, he eased on top of her now, his body hard and warm. She could feel his firm cock poking through her pubic hair as he whispered in her ear:

“There’s so many places on you that I want to put my mouth. And I will, eventually. I’ll taste every inch … like, every millimeter of you. But right now, I need to be inside you. But first, I need you to understand something. Something very important.”

Listening from the doorway,
Jonnie seemed impatient. “Matthew,” she heard him say. “Have I taught you nothing? Less talky, more fucky, eh?”

Matt seemed to ignore him.

He continued whispering to her: “Jonnie’s game could have had … consequences already, right? I know that. But it doesn’t matter to me. What I want you to know is that I want you, like REALLY want you. And I’m TAKING you. You’ll stay here, you’re mine … I’ll take care of you … Take responsibility …I’m gonna OWN you.”

He tilted his head a little bit and his eyes went wide, as if seeking her reaction.

Own me,
she thought.

OWN ME …

There was something in his eyes: firm, tender, sincere.

These weren’t the romantic babblings of a shy nerd who didn’t know what he was doing. She knew that Matt might be skinny and babyfaced … But he was also a determined male, stubborn and protective, who adored her. His voice spoke to her soul.

Deep down, she realized, THIS was the man she had been looking for all along. One who took control, but who could be gentle, too, and who, above all else, wanted HER … Not just as an eager, easy pussy or a convenient doormat of a girlfriend--but HER, Alyssin, as a woman and person.

Just the slightest touch from him relaxed and soothed her.
His first touch in the diner had started it, and even through her brutal tryst with Jonnie, she realized she’d been falling hard … falling for Matt.

“Yes, Matt
,” she told him, surprised at the firm tone of her own voice, “you OWN me. I belong to you now. Please keep me.”

“I will,” he said. “Now I need to mark my property.”

He leaned down, kissed her shoulder tenderly for a second—then bit down hard.

There was pain, and a cutting pressure … But she squealed in delight. She knew it would leave a nasty little bruise that would last for a while. But she would wear it with pride.

Funny,
she thought.
Jonnie had been the one who had a little of the vampire look thing going on—but Matt had turned out to be the biter.

Speaking of Jonnie, she thought
she heard him making exaggerated gaging noises in the background.

Both she and Matt ignored him. 
 

“There,” Matt said. “That’ll make a nice little mark
… And now, I really need to try out the hot little pussy that I now own.”

He pulled one of the pillows from the other side of the bed.

“Lift that sexy curvy butt up for a sec,” he told her.

She did, an
d he slid the pillow underneath her ass.

“The angle’s important,” he added.

Then he grabbed her legs, holding them up under the knees, spreading them …

Without further warning, he plunged into her.

And the thorough rooting her pussy had gotten from Jonnie, it went in easily. There was a wet SQUOOSH as he plowed into her … She was warm and wet again, but she knew that some of the wetness might also be from Jonnie’s sperm still inside her. Matt didn’t hesitate, though.

She was afraid, at first, that she wouldn’t be able to feel him much after being stretched so dramatically by Jonnie.

Certainly, there wasn’t the unbearable pressure that Jonnie’s cock had inflicted. Matt didn’t fill her to capacity like Jonnie had … even though he was a decent size himself.

But, as he kept thrusting in and out of her, picking up speed, something
unusual
was happening. That bent-up cock with its angled head was rubbing against the top of her vaginal passage on every stroke … both ways, instroke and out … touching something deep inside her.

The sensation was delicious … Powerful yet relaxing all at once.

Wherever Matt was touching, it was a place where even Jonnie hadn’t gone. Jonnie’s fucking had filled her body with a terrible urgency and sexual tension …

But with Matt, it was like floating on a sensual cloud. She immediately felt her limbs go
weak, limp, all the muscles warm and loose as pulses of soothing pleasure from somewhere deep inside her womanhood spread out to overtake her entire body.

Already, she felt a little light-headed … But it was
wonderful.

“I like how you just swept and harpooned that pussy, Matt
hew,” she heard Jonnie say, as if from someplace very distant. “But what of the trick of which you spoke, my friend?”

“Ahh, well …” Matt laughed. “Not anything you could really use, man. You just a need a special kind of cock like I have.”

“And what kind would that be?” Jonnie asked.

Alyssin was light-headed and bleary-eyed, just rolling her head on the pillow in a pleasurable daze, barely hearing them.

Matt’s cock was AMAZING … As if she was getting the best massage she’d ever had--or could imagine-- from the inside out.

“I’ve got the perfect cock for fucking Alyssin,” Matt told Jonnie, “
because I fucking LOVE this woman, and because of that I can give her EXACTLY what she needs.”

“LOVE her?” Jonnie spat. “Matthew, well … I’m sorry to hear that, kiddo. Looks like you’ve completely missed the point of this entire exercise. Pathetic
, really.”

Matt’s voice became stern.
“Dude, don’t call me ‘Matthew’ while I’m pleasuring my lady. You sound like my dad and it’s creepin’ me out. Capiche?”

“MY lady? Jesus, Mohammed and Buddha, this is hopeless,” Jonnie sighed.

Alyssin heard their words … Distantly … But it was as if she was in another world.

A world of warmth and tingling pleasure, where
every thrust of Matt’s cock—her OWNER’s cock—sent waves of soothing ecstasy through her.

As he kept pounding her, harder and faster, she hoped it would never end.

But something else was happening. There WAS an urgency now, a slight burning, tingling … Building quickly … A sensation very familiar but seeming out of place …

“I … I …” she moaned, surprised and embar
rassed, “I feel … like … gotta … pee?”

“That happens sometimes,” Matt told her, smiling down at her reassuringly. “You just we
nt a few minutes ago, right? So you don’t have to pee. It’s not that. Don’t fight it.” 

The burning urgency was intense now. Far from slowing down due to her confession of what she was feeling, Matt had sped up his strokes, his hands clamped hard onto her legs as his cock pistoned into her.

“I’m gonna … seed your pussy now … “ Matt told her. “As your owner, I wanna exercise … my right … to fill you.” 

“I’m open, open
for you,” she moaned to him. “Fill me, fill me …”

Matt grunted and panted as fucked her hard, building towards his climax.

Meanwhile, deep inside of her, the pressure was building, a liquid need for release. Her whole body started to shake involuntarily, contractions in her abdomen spreading out to envelop all of her muscles.

Matt had told her not to fight. It was her owner’s command …

So she did not.

She felt warm, feverish, the pressure built and built—

Flowing from within her, rising, a floodgate opening---

Until the pressure exploded.

Every nerve ending in her body was burning now, the whole of her flesh like a sex organ, pulsing in fiery bliss. The hard, clamping contractions of her pussy were only one part of it … And the whole thing was wonderful.

There was a flowing, spurting feeling, like peeing, but it came with the spasms of her climax … Something wet and warm was flowing out of her, dampening her pussy lips and running into the crack of her ass.

Not Matt’s cum … she hadn’t felt his spasms, or heard his final grunts yet.

It was HER cum.

She’d always thought that squirting women were a myth … with but her beloved new owner, and his angled cock …

It was a GREAT trick indeed.

As her spasms eased, she felt woozy and content … But it was wonderful to lie there, with Matt still pumping for a few seconds---

Until his body stiffened, he grunted, and pushed deeply into her.

“Seeding you … now … UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he moaned.

“Fill me, please,” she whispered.

And he did, panting and jerking violently, his body locked into the spasms of the most primal, instinctual male task of mating.

Seconds later, his warm seed was leaking out of her, and she felt it oozing down her labia to mix with the fresh
liquid essence of her own release.