Free Club Duo #1: Laila (BBW Interracial Menage) by Kitty Bush Page B

fucking her from behind every night. Not when all she dreamt about was a single opportunity to touch each one of his muscles. Not a chance.
    She’d worried he might be turned off by her body. She was a big girl: big tits, big ass, and big thighs. She had curves. Lots of them. But then she’d seen his face whenever she displayed them. He wanted her.
    “What do you want?” A muscle pulsed at the side of his jaw.
    She wanted to lick his entire body. Down his neck, to his abs, and straight to his cock. “You.”
    He gripped her arms. Those big, calloused hands made her skin tingle.
    “I’m not looking to get arrested for being with a minor. No matter how sexy she is.”
    Did he call her sexy? At that point all bets were off. Hunger grew in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her low-cut neckline. Oh yeah, he liked her body. His gaze caressed her breasts, down to the indent of her waist, and lower still to the flare of her wide hips. She knew her body wasn’t perfect, but as a Latina, her family had taught her to embrace every curve and love them.
    “I’m eighteen.” She licked her lips and watched his nostrils flare and his gaze latch on to her mouth. “Since today. It’s my birthday.”
    His brows rose. He was interested.
    Yes!
    He slid those large hands around her back and pulled her to him, bodies flush against each other. She whimpered.
    “And you want me for your birthday?”
    She nodded. God, that voice and the possession in his eyes made her so hot she wanted to get down and dirty right then and there.
    “There’s one condition to your request.”
    “I don’t care.” She really didn’t. She would do whatever he wanted as long as she got a taste of the darkness he tried to hide.
    A sexy smile split his lips, until he showed even white teeth. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
    Before she got a chance to blink, he was slipping his fingers into her hair and tugging her face to him. Their lips met in a kiss . A hot kiss that made every hair in her body stand on end. It made her breath catch and her hormones dance with arousal.
    She dug her nails into his shoulders. Muscular steel shifted under her palms. His tongue dove into her mouth, seeking something. She didn’t know what, but she’d give it to him. She might still be young, but she could tell he knew how to kiss. He circled his tongue around her lips before sucking them into his mouth, biting each one separately.
    He continued to kiss her. Driving his tongue in and out of her mouth in a slow fucking she thought would make her come. The hold on her hair didn’t loosen. It tightened as if he wanted to show her he was in charge. And she needed to have him even more.
    Something hit the back of her ass. She opened her eyes, stared straight at him, and then glanced back. He’d pushed her toward the buffet table.
    “Sit.”
    Her first response was going to be something cheeky, but the look in his eyes stopped her.
    She hopped on the table and waited.
    “Lift your skirt.”
    She glanced to the other women still getting their pussy eaten like they were the last meal these men were ever going to have. But they were watching each other. Seeing the others moaning. She had to admit she was enjoying it too.
    She didn’t glance away from him when she yanked her skirt up to her waist. Her breath hitched at the approving smile.
    “Good girl.” He trailed his hands up her thick legs to her pussy. “Oh, yes. You are a very good girl.”
    He slipped a finger past her wet thong and straight into her cunt.
    She bit her lip. Continued to watch him, watch the interest grow in his eyes.
    “I want to eat your pussy, Laila.”
    She swallowed hard. She wanted that too.
    “I want to shove my face between your legs and watch you come,” he said, still fingering her pussy.
    All of a sudden, she felt a pair of hands slide the straps on her top down her arms. She glanced over her shoulder. Another man was there—an Adonis with a strong jaw and a flirty smile. He kissed the