Craving For Curves #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

he likes women with meat on their bones, but I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard it all before. ‘You’re so sexy.’ ‘You’re so hot.’ They tell me what I want to hear behind closed doors when the lights are off, but trying to take it further than just lying in a horizontal position falls on death ears. All that ‘you’re so hot’ rhetoric fades away. I’m just the girl to call on a Friday night when all the other girls have plans or don’t pick up. The last resort. Braxton is probably the same as the others. Buttering me up like a honey biscuit, sopping me up in some gravy, swallowing me whole then wiping the crumbs off the table.
    But damn, he’s good. Really good. I’m such a sucker for a charmer. It’s my kryptonite. He seems so sweet and genuine. He may not be a player at all. He seems a bit gullible. I bet I could have him wrapped around my pinky. You know, have my way with him. That would be a change of pace for me. Cassie, you’re weak. I should know better. Don’t fall for this; you’ve been down this road before. It’s a dead end. That’s how it usually happens. I meet a guy, he puts all the moves on me, he seems sincere - then he dumps me like bad Chinese food. This is why I don’t allow myself to get close to guys anymore – it always ends up in a bad situation for me. Who’s going to fall in love with a big girl?
    Just get laid and go home. I’ ve been through this many a nights before. I know the routine. Just fuck him and move on like tonight never existed. God knows how long it’s been. I’ve been in dire need of a stiff one lately.
    I’ve only been here about thirty minutes; why don’t I just spare the formalities and just cut to the chase. I mean, what else did he bring me here for – to talk?! To get to know me? How many guys genuinely want to know something about me except what’s between my legs? Let’s just get this over with.
    I wiped my tears carefully to avoid smearing my eye liner and walked back into the studio in a deranged, passionate furor.
    “I was wondering what took you so long,” he said, looking into my eyes deeply. “Are you okay, hun? Your eyes are kind of red.” I didn’t respond. I dashed towards him like arrow, placed both hands on his head and pulled his lips towards mine. Whatever he was trying to say next was muffled by me sticking my tongue down his throat.
    All the pain, all the jokes, all the torment, the bullying, the tears all disappeared temporarily. I buried the feelings like I always do. And Braxton buried his hands in my voluptuous ass, groping every inch. I gasped from the pleasure of his strong hands gripping me. He held on like vice grips.
    Braxton began sucking my neck. My hands slipped under his sweater and began tracing every ripple on his back. I slightly dug my nails into his skin. He jumped a bit and moaned from the delight. I could feel his begin length grow from softness to hardness in his by each passing moment. I slid my hands from his back to grab his dick.
    He pulled back suddenly. “Wait,” he said. “We can ’t do this here.”
    “Why not ? There’s a couch right there” I said. I was sounding frantic, bordering on desperate. I hated being interrupted when I was horny. “Is someone coming?” I pecked his moist lips again. They felt swollen from me sucking on it. Why did he stop? “You don’t… want me ?”
    “Cassie, I do,” he said. His breaths were short. He was almost panting like a Doberman in heat. “Whatever I do. I do it right. You don’t deserve this here.” He pointed around the studio. What did he know about what or what I don’t deserve? “You deserve better.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Look, I own this studio and when I’m in town I stay here. I have a loft apartment upstairs.”
    “I see.”
    “I just don’t want you to look down on me if we had sex on a leather couch in some dark studio.”
    “Look down on you? I’ve had plenty of sex on couches before. Wait, that didn’t come