Vegas Curves (A Masters of the Game BBW Erotic Romance) by Christa Wick Read Free Book Online

him.
    "What are you thinking, Marie?"
    I lift a brow, somewhat stunned by the question. I am thinking that he is beautiful. That I can't understand why I am in his bed -- why he wants me in it. I think that he must get off on power and control, so that it is my need and vulnerability -- not my body -- that have rendered his cock so hard.
    I can't admit any of that, so I press my earlier question again. "I am thinking that, if the coin is not yours, it belongs to the man in the picture frame on your desk."
    His gaze darkens and his sexy prowl toward the bed stops. "You're very observant, Marie. Too observant, perhaps. The coin is mine."
    "And the man?"
    His eyes go dead for a second and I worry that I have pushed a little too far. He shakes it off and moves toward me. "I remember agreeing to help you, not answer your questions."
    Reaching the bed, his mouth puckers then curves into a smile. "And I remember you agreeing to give me your body -- completely."
    Running the tip of his tongue across his top lip, he slowly drags the covers down the bed. When he gets near the bottom of the baby doll's skirt, I start to draw my legs up.
    "Don't, Marie."
    My turn to lick my lips, nervously. I force my legs flat and watch the bedding slide over the gown's bottom hem. Seeing the triangle of hair, my thighs tense. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and close my eyes.
    He stops tugging on the bedding. "Eyes open, Marie. I want you to see what I see."
    "I know what you're seeing," I bite out, my lids still squeezed shut. Without the fabric's cover, my fat thighs and plump calves are on display, the flesh dimpling and marked with faint lines where there is no natural give left in the skin.
    "I don't think you do, baby. Open them."
    My head spins and I hope he means my eyes and not my legs. Seeing his lean, beautiful body, I am not quite ready to proceed. I exhale all but the last of my resistance, open my eyes and stare at the ceiling.
    "If you won't look at yourself, look at me."
    I do and instantly regret it. His lips are parted. Languorous blinks track each inch of the resumed unveiling of my body. His other hand captures my attention as it moves along his torso -- first in a line up that gloriously thick cock, then the slow drag of three fingers across his muscled abs and up to the small, dark red bead of his nipple. Pinching himself, he draws a shuddering breath.
    My pussy contracts, the slow, inexorable tightening of muscle refusing to relax. Tighter and tighter my insides pull. With the sheet and blanket on the floor, Luke crawls onto the bed. With his muscular thighs straddling my plump ones, he forces his hands between my bottom and the mattress to capture the hem of the baby doll. He pushes it up over my hips, my body now wiggling in compliance and need as he peels the shimmery fabric from me.
    When he has me stripped, he moves toward the center of the mattress. "Spread your legs."
    My lungs the only muscles under my control, I breathe. The air sucks and pulls -- shaky in, shaky out.
    Luke eases his hand between my knees then gently pulls one leg toward him. When he has me spread wide, he fills the space between my thighs, his broad shoulders ensuring that my legs stay open.
    He rubs a bearded cheek against my inner thigh. His lips follow. His nose brushes my pubic hair and then he repeats the bristly caress against the other thigh. He looks up at me, brown eyes unreadable as each hand pinches one of my labia and pulls them apart. He looks down and a space opens between his lips.
    His tongue darts out to run along the edge of his top teeth. "Are you this wet for all your lovers, Marie?"
    I close my eyes, certain I will cry if I look at him any longer. He will discover the answer to his question all too soon. If I tell him before then, he might stop. As much as I might try to fool myself or Luke later, I don't want him to stop. My pussy hasn't unknotted, neither has any other muscle in my body. I am one thrumming, throbbing mass of