Ain't Settling: A BBW Romance (3 page)

She just stood there, looking every bit a fool.
She didn’t know what to say. Jensen grabbed ahold of her and pulled
her into him, his angry lips swooping down onto hers, taking her
with him. His kiss was intense and rough, his lips firm against
hers, taking what he wanted. She was lost in him. Lost in his
touch, his grasp firm as he assaulted her mouth. She kissed him
back with that same strong passion, holding her own and before she
knew it they were kissing again and again, his tongue invading her
mouth, exploring her.

He pulled apart from her and looked into her
eyes, “My place. Now.”

“What about Lucy?” She asked. Her horse hadn’t
been taken care of.

“Don’t worry about it. I will have Jimmy take
care of it.”

She didn’t know who Jimmy was, probably another
ranch hand but she was glad that he was around. On the way out of
the stables Jensen hollered for him and told him to take care of
her horse. He was a young kid, probably in his mid-to-late teens,
and he nodded enthusiastically at the boss and then went to
work.

Jensen led her out to a small cabin, the
foreman’s house. It wasn’t much, just a couple of rooms and a small
porch, but it seemed like the ultimate retreat for the two of them,
right there in that moment. Jensen pulled her into his small home,
his arms circling around her as soon as they were in his cabin. He
held her there for a moment while she took in her
surroundings.

It was beautiful, simple, completely made of
logged wood. Sparse but neat. Exactly what she would have imagined
for a man of his type. Holly remembered that his arms were wrapped
tightly around her and looked up to see Jensen’s intense
stare.

“Headstrong and fiery. That is how I remember
you,” Jensen whispered before dipping down and kissing her again,
his lips taking ahold of hers and carrying her away.

She used to be those things, and sometimes they
showed, even now, but her job, her life, she felt, had worn her
down. Jensen looked at her with new eyes and saw her. Just her.
Part of her felt like this had to be a joke. A dare. Convince the
fat girl to have sex, get your fun. Well, whatever it was, she
wanted to feel him, to know him. Even if it was only
temporary.

Holly surrendered herself to him. Her breath
mingled with his as they stood, only inches apart from each other;
their mouths broken apart but so close that she could feel the soft
ripple of the skin on her own lips. She breathed him in, the musky
scent of man arousing her, sending a trickle of juice between her
supple petals. Everything about him was pushing her deeper under
his spell.

“I want you, Holly. I want to have you, consume
you,” Jensen growled between ragged breaths.

His primal hunger sent chills up her body, both
scaring and exciting the voluptuous woman. Before she knew what was
happening the strong man picked her up like she weighed nothing at
all and carried her down the small hallway to the first room, his
bedroom. She could feel his grip on her ass, the way his hands
cupped it and held her up. He was strong and rugged, like she had
always dreamed about, a man who could hold her and carry her and
didn’t even grunt at her size.

“Do you want me to fill you, Holly?” He asked
as he laid her down on his bed, his hands immediately moving to her
jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping them off.

She nodded and bit her lip, looking at him
through her thick lashes. Her panties were soaked with anticipation
of him, surely he could see just how much she wanted him. She
needed him to take her, possess her. It was all that filled her
mind in that moment as she lifted her hips so that he could pull
her pants off. He left her panties on, the stain of her want
obvious as he looked over her.

“You look delicious,” He said and for the first
time she felt it.

Jensen hung his hat on the bedpost and then
pulled his shirt off and quickly stripped out of his pants. He was
naked before her, exposed. His hard cock was lean and long against
his belly, the handsome curve giving Holly a full view of his total
length. And his girth. Before he moved towards her he reached into
his nightstand drawer and pulled out a little foil package,
unwrapping it and sliding a condom over his aroused
manhood.

He bent down over her, his face mere inches
from the apex between her thighs. He breathed her in as he bent
down to kiss her over her panties, the soaked fabric meeting his
lips.

With his first touch Holly bucked into him, her
molten hot body grinding into his face. He slid down her panties
off her body and opened her legs wide so that he could better
access her. The thrill of the anticipation of his touch left her
dripping, so that when he finally did bring his mouth down on her
little nub she could barely stand the thrill of his touch. It
didn’t take her long with him lapping away at her before she
climaxed, moaning as she came into his face. He held on for the
ride, his mouth moving with her writhing body, a silent promise
that this was the first of many to come.

He crawled up and over her body, smiling, her
juices still lingering on his face as he bent down to her ear and
whispered, “Your cum tastes so good.”

He dipped into her, just a little bit, testing
her as he kissed her neck, “I have wanted to touch you, kiss you,
for so long. Those fleeting moments of seeing you and wanting to
take you into my arms, can you imagine how that feels?”

She wished she could remember him, tell him
that she wanted him too, but all that mattered was that he was here
now, touching her, kissing her. Passion overtook her as she kissed
him, pressing her body against his. She suddenly couldn’t get close
enough to him, she needed to be closer somehow, had to share the
same space.

She panted in ragged breaths, crying out for
him as he delved into her, his thick cock hitting her in all the
right places. She loved the way he touched her, filled her. His
passion bubbled over into her as he rocked in and out of her, the
rhythm of his need apparent as his pace quickened, and he glided
upward in a swift, full, motion.

Holly bucked against him, her body moving
against his, increasing the sensations that shot up and then
trickled down her body. She let out little breaths as Jensen
reached around her body and lifted her up by the cheeks of her ass,
driving his hard staff further into her tight little pussy. Sweat
was rolling down his body as he barreled into her, thrusting and
groaning.

Holly was taken by surprised when he grabbed
her and turned their bodies so that he was the one laying down and
she was sitting atop his muscular body. He was strong, to be able
to flip any woman like that, and she ran her hands over the bulging
muscles of his arm as she started rocking on top of his thighs, his
dick hitting her even deeper.

She rode him hard, bouncing and rocking in a
fury as he grabbed her hips and helped her, staring up into her
eyes, “That’s it, baby. Ride me hard.”

His silky voice sent her over the edge, her
body shuttering and shaking with the undulation that was occurring
inside, each buck only increasing her pleasure as she refused to
stop moving, trying to bring him to orgasm.

She was just on the edge of her third climax,
the thick of his dick hitting hard right up against her cervix when
he began to tremble. Each limb moved independently, the spams
lasting only for a moment, then erupting in full-on shaking as he
erupted inside of her. She rode the wave with him and griped
tightly as she orgasmed, her back arching as her pussy squeezed and
tightened around him. When the feeling of ecstasy finally left her
she collapsed atop him, panting and reeling as he pulled her into
an embrace.

They laid like that for hours, listening to one
another breathing, not talking as he held tightly onto her. What
was it about him that pulled her in, she couldn’t quite make out,
but she was glad that she was there. Finally, around 6:00 P.M. she
sat up and looked down at him.

“I need to get back to the house and help Aunt
Sheryl with dinner.”

“Sure, I will be there around seven,” Jensen
pulled her back down onto him and gave her a deep, long kiss before
letting her back up.

She dressed quickly, pulling her clothing on
and straightening up as she rushed out of his room. She didn’t know
if anyone had heard their tryst and she really didn’t care. She was
an adult woman who made her own decisions, no longer the little
fifteen year old girl who needed to be tailed by the ranch hands to
make sure that she was safe.

Throwing her hair up into a ponytail, Holly set
her sights on the farmhouse and strode towards it with a new
confidence. She felt desirable, wanted and a little less beaten
down by the world.

She heard her aunt’s familiar humming as she
entered through the mudroom, taking her boots off and checking
herself in the mirror. No trace of lovemaking was on her face or
her clothing and she was sure that she had not been missed, so she
entered the kitchen and went straight to the stove. There was a pot
of potatoes that needed to be checked and a bit of gravy simmering
so she went right to work.

“How was your afternoon, dear?” Aunt Sheryl
asked, smiling at her niece.

“Pretty eventful. I got to see your ranchers in
action,” She answered, tasting the gravy and then adding a dash of
salt.

“Oh, and how were they? Hard at
work?”

“They knew what they were doing,” She replied.
Jensen certainly did know what he was doing.

This was going to be an interesting couple of
weeks.

Veronica Hardy spends her time chasing
groundhogs away from her garden and kayaking.

Her other BBW works:

After Hours At The Diner: A BBW
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