Free Chosen for Her Curves (Werewolf BBW Erotic Romance) by Celia Sykes Page B

really want me? I looked at myself in the mirror,
and I tried to see myself the way Luke might see me. I tried to imagine him
telling me exactly what to do. It was kind of hot. I could feel my arousal, my
juices soaking into my panties. I don’t know why I did it, but I unbuttoned my
jeans and slid my hand down between my legs and began to rub myself, slowly,
gently, rubbing my fingers against my clit and down over my labia in long, slow
strokes. I moaned with delight as I thought of what it would feel like to have
Luke inside me, and then I slid my hand back out. Maybe I could go through with
this after all.
    As I smiled at
myself in the mirror and got ready to step back out into the bar, the bathroom
door swung open and Luke stepped inside. Before I realized what he was doing,
he locked the door shut behind him and stepped toward me. “I’ve realized what
I’m going to do to convince you.”
    “ Luke, you’re
not supposed to be in here,” I said. Instead of answering my question, Luke
pulled himself against me and took a deep breath in, like he was inhaling my
scent. I don’t know what about it turned me on, but that made me want him more
than ever. Then he kissed my neck, pressing his lips against my sensitive skin
and sending new thrills through my body. By the time he lifted his lips to
mine, I felt like I was melting in his arms. His kiss was firm and slow and it
made me want to tear my clothes off and let him kiss me all over.
    As I slid my
tongue against his, Luke grabbed my ass and pulled me against himself, grinding
his hips against mine. The bulge of his erection pressed against my crotch and
I ground against him harder, wanting more than anything to whip his cock out
and slide it inside my core. This was crazy. I knew it was crazy. I was making
out with a guy I barely knew inside a bathroom at a bar. But I didn’t care
because it was hot, so hot that I didn’t care if the whole bar figure out what
we were up to.
    Luke stepped
back and ran his hands over my sides. “Do you want me?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I
replied. Of course I wanted him. I was
nearly dry fucking him in a bathroom. What else could this be?
    “Then I want
you to trust me.”
    “Trust you
with what?”
    “You’ll see,”
Luke said with a grin. He slid his hands over my hips and over my lower
abdomen, slipping his fingers around the button above my zipper. I nodded and
he undid my pants and pulled them and my panties around my knees. “Lean back
against the sink,” he commanded me. I leaned back and felt the cool tile
against my ass as Luke knelt down and pressed his tongue against my clit.
Before I could say or do anything, a surge of pleasure rushed through my body,
and drove any and all thoughts out of my mind. Luke began to lick and suck on
my clit while he rubbed the rest of my pussy with his fingers. Then he slid two
fingers inside me and stroked. Each movement of his fingers accentuated the
overwhelming thrill of his tongue against my clit, and I moaned with delight as
he worked his magic.
    Luke ran his
free hand up to my breasts and grabbed and squeezed and caressed my tits as he
continued to eat me out. The he slid that hand back down over my hip, slowly
working his way down to my thigh. The whole time, he kept his tongue firmly on
my clit, only moving it to lick my labia between the wonderful strokes of his
fingers. Soon he had me on the brink of orgasm. I reached down and ran my
fingers through his hair. It was short, but just long enough to grab on to, and
as I started to cum, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face harder against my
sex, increasing the pressure and the pleasure as Luke sent surge after surge of
delight through my core. I tried to stifle my cries of bliss, but I couldn’t
help but let myself moan and sigh and tremble with delight.
    As Luke pulled
back, I felt the waves of pleasure still rolling inside my body, and I felt
flushed and excited. Luke stood up and grinned at me as he continued to rub my
mound.