Free The Alpha Dating Game: An Extremely Sensual BBW Shifter Romance by Dawn Steele

a recliner, and it was stark white. The lights were not seen, but the recesses and walls were lit with a nourishing glow. A collection of rocks adorned grottoes in the walls.
    Jessica had never seen an apartment like this before.
    “What are those?” she asked in wonder as she inspected the rocks. Some of them looked like they could have come from a museum.
    Kyle seemed slightly embarrassed. “I collect rocks from every age and strata of the Earth. It’s a hobby. Some of these rocks are very old. See this piece of shale here?”
    He indicated a brown slab. There was a fossil embedded within it – one of a lobster-like creature without legs.
    “Trilobite,” Jessica said excitedly. “This must really, really old.”
    “You know it?” He was impressed.
    “I’ve seen it in a book.”
    “Yes. This creature is over 270 million years old.” His eyes softened. “I remember when I first collected it. A kid said his grandfather had it in his garage for over twenty years. I bought it from them on Ebay for sixty bucks. It’s a good complete specimen.”
    “I’m sure it’s worth a lot more now.”
    “Not really.” He laughed. “Trilobites are a dime a dozen. But I like them.”
    She smiled. He was like a little boy with his geological hobby.
    Then she paused, suddenly feeling awkward. He brought her here for a reason and one reason only. She had wanted it just as much as he did in the movie theatre, but now that she was here, she suddenly felt nervous. What if she disappointed him? What if she was not ready? If he took one look at her fat body, would he laugh?
    He must have sensed what she was thinking, because he said softly, “You’re afraid I’ll take your virginity.”
    His words were so sensuous and on-the-spot that she shivered.
    Kyle came close. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he said. “I’m not going to have sex with you. Not tonight. But I can make you feel you’ve never felt before . . . if you’ll let me.”
    Jessica’s mouth went dry.
    “Do you trust me?” he said. His eyes were very brilliant and blue, and her knees went weak just to look into them. It was as though he had cast a spell upon her.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    He led her to the recliner which was attached to the rest of his pristine white couch. He was so confident, so much in command of the situation. She was entranced, like a marionette, pulled by his strings. Her entire body was primed for his touch.
    “Now,” he said, smiling, “where did we leave off?”
    He pushed her gently back on the recliner so that she was half-lying down with her head against the back of it. Then he teased the top two buttons of her blouse open. His eyes were burning.
    “I want to look at you,” he said.
    Reality jolted her into the present. She flushed.
    “No,” she said, stopping his hand. “Please . . . I’m not beautiful.”
    “You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes were reverent and shining and so truthful that she never wanted to tear her gaze away from them.
    He took her hand and guided it to the crotch of his jeans. She had never felt a man’s crotch before, and she had a little jolt of incomprehension at first, followed by alarm. She wanted to snatch her hand away but he held her tightly.
    “Feel me,” he whispered. “Feel what you do to me. You’re beautiful. My body is responding to you. Do you believe me now?”
    The denim which covered his bulging crotch was coarse but the fullness which pushed the fabric out was unmistakable.
    “Anytime you want to stop this, you tell me,” he said.
    He kissed her again, and she responded. Her lust for him rose once again, and that clenching, compressing feeling of need in her pussy that she had felt in the theatre returned in full force. Before she knew it, he was tugging at her buttons once again, undoing them one by one. He ripped off her blouse. Her bra was underneath and her very large mounds exposed.
    He took the sight of these in like