Free My Personal Trainer: Heavy Weightlifting (Book 2) (Erotic BBW Romance) by Trace Dex Page B

face. His focus shifted side-to-side on both of my tear-filled eyes. He kissed me softly on my lips which made everything feel better.
    Afterwards, he began making his way around my house. I stood there watching him closely, knowing how low down he’d be for how much I’ve let myself go. It was a giant mess — wrappers, crumbs, empty take out boxes from multiple fast food places stacked all over the place.
    “Maddi…” he said, still looking around in displeasure.
    “I know,” I said softly, “I’m sorry, I-I just—“
    His eyes fixed on me as he shook his head in disappointment, “This isn’t good, Maddi.”
    I couldn’t look him in the eyes so I stared at a candy wrapper near my foot.
    “You need to be disciplined,” he said.
    My eyes began to glow as I slowly looked up. He had that familiar grin on his face. “Yes, I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”

CHAPTER FOUR
Chapter

Jonathan grabbed my phone charger out of a nearby socket and headed towards me. I backed up slowly until I had nowhere to go, bumping into the wall.
    “You’ve been very, very bad,” he said as he grabbed my wrists and began tying them with the cord.
    “How can I make it up to you?” I asked.
    He tightened the knot and slammed one hand against the wall, trapping me.
    “Just you wait and see,” he said, looking me up and down.
    I couldn’t contain my excitement. I wanted to smile but I forced myself not to.
    He grabbed the collar of my old XXL t-shirt I had on and ripped it right down the middle exposing my braless breasts. He began kneading my taut nubs as he slid his other hand down my gray sweatpants.
    “Wet already, huh?”
    Before I could reply, he slid a finger in and I let out a soft sigh. I could feel myself dripping onto his hands as he moved it in and out, flicking my g-spot with every stroke. He began ravaging my neck while caressing me faster and faster. I felt his fingers stroking my inner wall then sliding straight back in, making me wetter and wetter.
    The juices of my arousal cascaded down my legs, leaving imprints all over my sweatpants. I couldn’t contain my moans as my breathing grew heavier and louder.
    Jonathan pulled my pants down and threw them across the room. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he drawled in a low seductive tone while he bent down and placed his arms under my legs. With one swift move, I was on Jonathan’s shoulders, lifted up with my head inches from the roof against the wall. I was still heavy and I knew I got heftier this past week but that didn’t seem to faze him. I felt his hot breath breathing against my wet mound.  
    He slowly slid his tongue against my throbbing slit and stared up at me. My tied hands grasped the back of his neck as his tongue began fucking me. It felt surreal, like I was floating on a cloud as my entire living room began to blur in my vision. “Mhm, look how greedy you are here from all the neglect this past week,” he breathed, his voice muffled as he probed my damp folds. Caught up in the sensations, I could only groan in reply.  
    His arms began to lower and I slid down, pressed against his chest, with my legs spread above his muscular biceps. He pressed against my neck, slowly tasting and worshipping my sensitive spots as he walked towards my bedroom, carrying me.
    He placed me down and turned me around to face my bed. He pulled my hair behind my neck, whispering hungrily, “I’m going to punish you real good,” as he pushed me onto my sheets.
    My hips were pinned on top of my pillows as I faced down with my joined wrists grasping the edge of my bed. I watched as his boxers landed near the side of my face. He got on top of me and I could feel his hard cock sitting between my ass cheeks. He slapped his erection against my hole before sliding it down to my quivering folds.
    “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you for what you did,” he warned.
    I whimpered as he rubbed his length against the outside of my slickness, covering it with