Biker Boys Love Big Girls, Part 2 (A BBW Erotic Romance)
Daria Shone and her new lover Quentin have been playing at their chrome-and-leather romance for weeks now. With Quentin throwing down roots in Daria's hometown, things might be getting more serious between the two. Is it more than just steamy, toe-scrunching sex? Is there something real between her and the lean mechanic she's fallen for? On top of that, Quentin has promised her a big surprise... More
Daria Shone and her new lover Quentin have been playing at their chrome-and-leather romance for weeks now. With Quentin throwing down roots in Daria's hometown, things might be getting more serious between the two. Is it more than just steamy, toe-scrunching sex? Is there something real between her and the lean mechanic she's fallen for? On top of that, Quentin has promised her a big surprise...
Whatever that surprise is, Daria knows she's not going to turn down a good thing while it lasts. No matter if they're turning into a real couple or just fooling around, she knows how good she's getting it. A tough motorcycle mechanic willing to go down, who likes getting her off as much as he likes getting off himself?
But Daria is definitely set on getting Quentin to settle up with her in a long-term way. Who knows, maybe her bad biker boy wants the same thing? Now, about that surprise, what could it be?
Well, certainly the toe-curling, heart-racing, sizzling lust shared between the two lovers should come as no surprise to any reader. But to be sure, you will find plenty of raunchy, delicious sex along with intense, crackling emotional energy. The best of both worlds! Graphic descriptions and burning, lingering gazes full of desire await inside!
Approx. 12,700 words. Intended for adults only.
“So—“ I started, but had to wipe some drool away from my lips and my chin.
“So.” he said, as I wiped my face clean.
“Do you still like me, now that you got your rocks off?” I let a small smile form on my lips.
Quentin laughed once and soft. Never a mocking laugh, not when he laughed around me. A pleased, satisfied, content laugh. The laugh of a man at ease, a man who knew he was in a good place. A man who liked the person he was with, and the person he was.
“You’re still my favorite bad girl. The only girl I want to go with.” he said back.
“I don’t know yet. But I want to go there with you.” he said.
I smiled. He did, too.
“Now, about that ‘special’ test drive.” I reminded him.
“Well, you've gotta be all worked up after what you just did. Why don’t you find a place to sit, and let me return the favor.”
Quentin held his hands down to help me back up to my feet. To steady me on wobbly legs. He gestured to the bike, and gave me a nod and a smile. To remind me I had permission. To remind me it was mine.
“Just make sure I can get down on you.” he said, with a wry little smile on those soft lips.
How could a girl resist a command like that? I sat down, made sure my skirt was hiked up like a proper lady would before getting special attention downstairs, of course. The seat was small against my butt and a little uncomfortable, but seeing Quentin peel off his leather jacket and toss it away told me I wouldn't need to wait long to get what I wanted. That boy—that man—he was ready to work.
He came to rest before me, kneeling in front of my body just as I had kneeled before him moments prior. My legs rest over the side of the bike, I was seated side-saddle as Quentin placed hands on my bare, warm thighs. Where those scratchy hands came to rest, sparks blossomed and swirled away. His very touch gave me energy, made me shiver.
My greedy eyes couldn't be torn away from him as he slid those callused palms up my bare legs. His vision was so intently focused on what lay before him, like my open legs and my soaked panties stuck to my engorged vulva were his entire world. What can I say? He was a good boy when he needed to be. Damn good boy.
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