Read The Alpha Dating Game: An Extremely Sensual BBW Shifter Romance Online

Authors: Dawn Steele

Tags: #alpha male, #college romance, #paranormal, #erotic romance, #shifter, #bbw, #billionaire romance, #new adult, #contemporary romance

The Alpha Dating Game: An Extremely Sensual BBW Shifter Romance (17 page)

He grew more urgent as he pushed her down onto the bed. Her heart rate accelerated and she sensed that this was
the
moment. He unbuttoned her newly bought blouse, revealing her humungous breasts. She didn’t wear a bra today.

“I love these,” he breathed, squeezing her mounds together so that her breasts were crushed against each other. Her cherry red nipples pointed upward.

He latched his mouth onto her left nipple and sucked profusely. Her toes curled with each tug of his suction and her pussy contracted. Her hands fluttered to his hair and her fingers buried themselves in the tangle.

His hands groped for the zipper on her jeans. K-r-a-a-a-c-k. They were unzipped. He pulled down the harsh material. Her panties were cotton white. These he pulled down too.

He had seen her pussy before, but she still felt a little embarrassed to be completely naked in front of him. What if her pussy didn’t, uh, meet up to the standards he was used to? He had been with a lot of women after all. Women who didn’t emotionally matter to him, he assured her, but still . . . they were women who were more beautiful and shapely and experienced than she was.

It was his turn to undress, and this he did swiftly and with ease. Now they were both totally naked. His cock was a ramrod piece of flesh.

“Let me get you wet first,” he murmured.

He dove down to kiss the undersides of her breasts, and then her stomach. His tongue trailed a wet slather down her midline to dip into her navel. Then he traveled down, down further to her pussy.

“Ohhhhhh!” she moaned.

She squirmed as he pushed her thighs apart. His mouth latched onto the top of her pussy. His sly tongue probed the surface of her clit.

She cried out.

The sensation was illicit and intense, and waves of pleasure swarmed her groin immediately. She clutched fistfuls of the sheets.

He drove his tongue down her clit and flicked it upwards and downwards, and then sideways. He used her clit like a miniature punching bag with the tip of his tongue as his boxing gloves. Her very hot and throbbing piece of flesh was pummeled in every direction possible as her breathing got harsher and shallower. He augmented this by opening up her pussy leaves with his fingers and lavishing his tongue in between and around her creamy grooves.

Her cries were getting louder and louder. She was wet, very wet. Her juices poured out of her pussy hole like a water tap. He pushed his finger into her hole and rubbed the walls of her tiny tunnel.

“I think you’re ready,” he said hoarsely.

Her heart skipped a beat. She was scared, to be honest.
But then, most girls are the first time
, Lyla had told her. A pang flitted across her chest. She missed Lyla. Lyla would be wondering what had happened to her now. Kyle said that Jericho had taught them to cover their tracks well. A computer generated note with her signature would be placed on her desk with a message akin to:

‘DEAR LYLA,

I HAVE DECIDED TO ELOPE WITH KYLE. WE DON’T WANT OUR PARENTS TO KNOW WHERE WE ARE, SO PLEASE DON’T TRY TO FIND ME. YOU’VE BEEN SUCH A GREAT FRIEND ALL THESE YEARS. I WILL MISS YOU! PLEASE BE HAPPY FOR ME.

LOVE,

JESS.’

Which suited her fine. She didn’t want Lyla involved in this mess either or to be a target to Caleb Atreides. The further she stayed away, the better.

But now, Jessica couldn’t think anymore. Her brain was turning to mush. Kyle’s fingers were still probing and squeezing her clit and labia and the pleasurable tendrils were running all over her pussy and electrifying her nerves.

He slid his marvelous body upwards. His skin was flushed and his pupils were very dark. He gazed down upon her face lovingly.

“I love you,” he said, “and I will always protect you.”

“I love you,” she replied.

He gripped her sides as his penis probed around her pussy hole, and then – finding it in the manner of a more awkward and much larger finger – thrust through her legs.

She arched her back with the sharp pain.

“Ohhhh!”

“Did I hurt you?” he said anxiously.

“No . . . just a little.” Tears sprang to her eyes. The pain was that of a sharp prick, but it wasn’t as excruciating as she thought it would be. She felt a little trickle down there.
It must be blood
, she thought faintly.

“You OK?” he said. He was still anxious. “I’m not going to move unless you tell me to.”

“Just let me get used to it for a while.” That was it. He was inside her, and the closeness she felt to him was indescribable. This was the closest she had ever felt to another human being. Truly skin to skin Flesh within flesh.

Ohhhhh
.

“Size OK for you?” he asked.

It struck her as funny, as though he was asking her if the shoe fits.

“It’s fine.” She blinked back her tears. The pain was abating, and what she experienced was a supreme sensation of fullness, of expansion, of pussy walls being bathed in heat and pushed back, of her groin feeling as full as it had never felt before.

“I’ll move, OK? Tell me to stop anytime.”

He began to move. There was barely any friction because her pussy was so slick with her juices. But oh, his tool was enormous inside her tight, tight passage, and the feeling of satisfaction it gave her – of being claimed by this man who loved her so much he gave up his entire family to save her – was gargantuan.

As he moved inside her, he bent down his head to kiss her. They continued like this, groin rubbing against groin and being doubly joined by their mouths, for an interminable period – until she felt a slow build within her . . . of more fullness and more pleasure until it climbed and climbed and became an ascent into an explosion.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

In, out, back, forth. The rub became more intense, until her clit and pussy were being carried away by the friction too.
Scritch, scritch, scritch, scritch
. Her mons rubbed against his pubic hair, and down there, it was all so wet, and erotic, and raw, and gorgeous, and marvelously, mind-blowingly sexy that . . . .

OHHHHHH!

As she allowed herself to arch her back again and
explode
, he let himself climax as well. His penis jettisoned a hot stream deep inside her, and she had never felt higher – like she was floating on some infinitesimal cloud – or stronger or more powerful. She was desired! She was beautiful to this beautiful man! She was loved! She was lusted after!

She never, ever wanted it to end!

But it had to. Bliss was only ever fleeting in this world. One could only ascend to the plane of the gods briefly, stupefyingly . . . and then crash downward.

They both came down to earth. They were both panting and sweating. Their sticky bodies clung to one another.

“I love you, Jessica,” he said again with a choke to the end of his statement.

“I love you, Kyle Atreides. Every part of you. All of you.”

There. She had said his real name out loud as a testament of who and what he was. His heritage. His terrifying and yet glorious heritage.

They lay back, spent, to contemplate their uncertain future. But whatever the future might bring, they knew they would forge it together.

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