Dancing With A Dom: A BBW Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

tank with a light built-in shelf bra. Not great for support, but pretty damn great when you wanted to wiggle and flaunt what you had. I had gorgeous breasts. I had always known this. Perfectly shaped, well rounded, full. Swaying with each step I took. And the men loved it. They really were fucking me with their eyes. I was the one thing they could not get enough of, could not take their eyes off. It empowered me. It felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I loved the way they leaned forward, licking their lips, eyes wide, dilated. Their fists clenched against the seams of the jeans. I could see the rock-hard interest in all of them, except for John. Probably because the camera sat on his lap.
    Men watching me.
    Men loving my body.
    I felt so in control, so wanton, so horny .
    “Give me a dollar,” I said in a low, husky voice that didn’t sound like my own.
    All three men instantly thrust bills at me. With a grin, I collapsed to all fours and took one in my mouth. Sitting on my heels, I rubbed the crisp, cool bill against my peaked nipples. Coarse, rough…like sandpaper. I was too sensitive and it hurt. But it hurt in a good way.
    The music thumped faster, and I stood up, swaying, thrusting my pelvis as if fucking air. They liked that . I heard a loud groan, and an “Oh, yeah.” It turned me on. They were like putty in my hands.
    Spreading my feet to hip width, I bent my legs, and inserted the dollar bill into my wet panties. The bill came out damp, smelling like my arousal. “For you.”
    John dropped the camera, and scrambled to pick it up.
    Yeah, I liked this feeling. So consuming, so powerful, so erotic, so fucking dirty .
    I sashayed over and climbed into Dane’s lap, grinding against his leg. I clenched and unclenched, humped and fucked him. His eyes were the color of the darkest moonless midnight. When I got off him, I had left a wet spot about the size of my fist, on his jeans. “A souvenir to remember me by,” I drawled. I wiggled my ass, turned, and walked back to the mirrored wall, smiling.
    “The dance is over,” Dane growled.
     
    ***
     
    He couldn’t get the men out of the room fast enough. After threatening Jonathan with a savage death if he deleted the footage—or shared it with anyone—he locked the door. Advancing on his prey, he had one thing in mind.
    “Come to me.”
    Her breathing erratic, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, she stumbled. He caught her before she could fall and grabbed her hair in his fist, yanking her head back. She opened her mouth to his ferocious kiss, mewling and moaning against his lips. Demanding she yield, he plunged into her mouth, exploring, ravishing, leaving no part of her sweet lips untouched. She tasted like red, ripe berries and honey, and her arousal wafted in his nose, combining with her sweet taste.
    “On your knees,” he barked.
    She dropped to the floor beneath him gazing up at him wildly, hungry, licking her lips as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free and she leaned forward to kiss it. Yanking her head back again, he watched the tears form in her eyes. “I didn’t give you permission.”
    She frowned and whimpered, begging with her eyes.
    “What do you want, little girl?” Loosening his tight grip on her scalp, he caressed her cheek and she purred. “Would you like me to fuck your mouth?”
    She nodded and licked her lips again, excitement in her eyes.
    “Answer me properly, subbie.”
    Her eyes widened, and she shifted with a groan. “Yes, sir. Please fuck my mouth.”
    Yanking her pants down, he stroked up her thighs to her soaked pussy. “God, you are so wet for me.” He rubbed her juices up inside her tank top, over her nipples.
    Arching her back, she shimmied as he toyed with the peaks, ripping her tank top over her head.
    “Did you like being on display?”
    She nodded and he slapped her breasts. “Sorry, yes, sir.” She squealed. “I liked it very much.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I felt so dirty and so good.”
    “Would you like