Double Plush Velvet BBW Romance (Velvet Series) (9 page)

Pop.
The material gave way and her breasts bounced free.

“Oh…” he breathed out.

Bren was terrified by his reaction. She had big boobs that she was certain were too pudgy and she was self-conscious about it.

The seemingly entranced cowboy climbed up onto the table. Carefully, as if she might be some kind of breakable china, Trevor straddled her body with his nude form. He looked as if he was the one in awe, as he lowered his mouth to one of her hardened buds. “This will be probably more than I can take…” His warm mouth latched on and he sucked on it.

“Ahh.” Bren thought she might come right then, as her body became a live electric wire. Could a person really self-combust?

With a low moan in his throat, he nibbled her nipple with his teeth.

Her body jumped and twitched helplessly.
I’m gonna go off like a Chinese firecracker in just a few seconds!
She swore she could even hear her nerves popping in reaction to his blazing mouth.

Trevor raised his passion tinged gaze. “God, you have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever—tasted.”

Shocked again, Bren thought for a second that maybe she was at home in her apartment after all.
Yeah, that was it.
She was reading this in a book and maybe just dreaming herself into this entire fantasy. That explains it.
This had to be a fantasy!

Latching onto her other nipple, he moaned loudly again.

The feeling was simply supreme, an ecstasy she’d certainly never felt before, and the sexy man moan just took her breath away. “Oh, please don’t,” she pleaded softly.

 
He raised his head. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s just that I---”

He smiled at her and lowered his hand to her labia. “Open up for me, sweet Miss Plush.”

Her panting grew even more rapid.
There! That proves it! This is all a dream. But I am so gonna enjoy it!
She spread her thighs.

With a slow, sensuous rhythm, Trevor stroked her clit with his warm fingers.

 
It was the most glorious feeling. Like being tortured with pleasure and the adrenaline rushed through her body. Pure, fiery heat spread along her legs all the way up to her face. “I can’t handle it!” she whispered. “I mean it, I can’t.”

Removing his finger with a sigh, he lay his warm body over hers. “What am I doing wrong?”

Bren was so enjoying the feel of that sleek skin rubbing along hers, but couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Wrong?”

“Maybe you weren’t ready and I rushed this?”

I’ve been waiting for something like this my entire dull life.
At the very mistaken conclusion he’d come up with, she started to laugh.

Trevor jerked his head back and he looked hurt.

Startled, Bren grabbed his face. “You are doing it
all
right.” She pulled his head down. “Too right! I was asking for mercy, because I can’t—might not be able to make it through much more.”

He looked into her eyes. “Oh, that’s what you meant?”

At his sweet, tender expression, Bren’s heart just somehow bulged in her chest. He seemed to want to please her so much and the worry was etched onto his handsome face. As the feelings his expression brought sank in, a fear rose up so big inside her, she thought she might hyperventilate.

The fantasy-dream feeling almost skidded to a shuddering halt. “Oh, God. You could break my heart!” The realization crashed over her, like a tidal wave covering a town. “I thought I was brave, I thought I could be like—?” Her words came out in a fear-filled rush. “— that I could go after what I wanted for once.” Tears formed in her eyes. “But…” Her breathing came in panicked gasps.

Looking troubled by her confession, he became very quiet.

 
She stared at his face and felt dumb for the admittance and like she really messed up. “I wish I hadn’t said that.”

Trevor looked serious as he gazed into her eyes. “I feel the same way.”

Bren scoffed, “Yeah, right!”

“Yeah, why couldn’t you break my heart too?”

She was baffled. “No way—a guy like you?”

“It could happen, you know? Hell, no one is perfect and maybe you just think I’m all this Mister wonderful stuff and then one day, you’ll think, hell, he isn’t all that much!”

Bren was shocked to her core. A man who looked, sounded, and acted like he does? He felt the same insecurities underneath that she did?

He gave her a shy looking smile. “I wanted to just take your breath away, you know? Bring you here and strip you down. Then, I was going to get very fancy and eat fried chicken from your sweet, luscious body. But I want you so much that I just can’t wait.” He wrapped his arms around her and plunged his hard cock into her very wet pussy.

“Oh!” she shouted with the glorious intrusion.

Plunging deeper, he continued to pound into her. “Does this hurt?” He gave her that dazzling smile.

Bren was panting and writhing beneath him. She could feel that glorious cock of his caressing her insides like a hard smooth tool of pleasure
.
 
He’s taking my breath away, all right!
She was so wet she could hear his pumping into her. “Oh God, Trevor, yes, hurt me some more!”

Holding her closer, he plunged into her faster and faster. “I’m glad to hear that, because it’s killing me!”

 
Her body coiled from the heated friction and the way he seemed to keep hitting her newly found g-spot. She trembled with an absolutely overwhelming ecstasy, like a leaf rattling in the wind. “Oh, ahh.” She was having the biggest orgasm of her life and it did happen as sudden as she’d thought it would. “Oh, I’ve never—had, I—” she gasped and her body arched in glorious, unbelievable pleasure. This was an incredible thing for Bren; she’d never felt anything like it before in all her life.

Trevor’s body grew rigid as well, as he moaned low in his throat. “Mmm, my sweet Plush, we’re coming together so well!”

She was gasping for air. “Yes, y-yes—we are!”

He smothered her mouth with his and he tasted so wonderful.
Just like cotton candy!
She giggled with exhilaration while being joined with him in all the right places. Reaching lower, she grabbed those firm ass cheeks liked she’d wanted to do all damn day and with an excited relish, she squeezed them hard. “The topper of it all!”

“Oh, and it hurt so good!” He chuckled.

They both laughed breathlessly.

FIVE

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.

They moved to the chair and Bren was still shivering from just the feel of his skin touching hers. The whole thing was just incredible. Her previous nightly fantasies about this became pale visions that poofed to nothing as she hung onto the hot cowboy. Her body had never felt so thoroughly pounded before. She reached for the beer and took a thirsty swig.

Holding her in his naked lap, he watched her drink a huge gulp. “Thirsty, are we?”

She peeked one eye at him and lowered the bottle with a smack of her lips. “You are some kind of man, you know that?”

He chuckled and reached down, tweaking her nipples with his fingers. “I have yet to begin, sweet woman.”

Bren set the bottle down.

“I figure we can now play more, seeing as we couldn’t contain ourselves before?” He gave her one of his blue-eyed winks.

Her throat had swelled up at the feeling from his skilled fingers.

“I am gonna do all the things I’ve been thinking about ever since I first saw you.”

Her head was spinning and her body was throbbing as just the word
do
whirled around in her foggy mind.

“That day when I first saw you? You know, when I ordered fried chicken at the diner? I had hoped you were single.” He lowered his lips to her neck.

This new information came like a drenching cold rain along her body as Bren froze. “What?”

He raised his head, immediately noticing her stunned expression.

Oh, no. What do I tell him? That I thought all those times it was Travis?

“You sure acted shy then. I really wanted to ask you out too, but you acted like a frightened filly on branding day, you know?” He looked at her face. “What is it?”

How do I do this, she wondered with panic.
Don’t tell me that after I finally get something this great that I might just fuck it up?
Wait—does it even matter now which one of them was at the diner and when? I mean, I’m not confused now about who is who, right?

The door of the cottage burst open, dispelling Bren’s panic and replacing it with surprise.

A woman stood there.

Gasping, Bren turned to look at her.

 
She was blonde and very pretty. She was also red-faced and huffing like a mad hen would if someone had snuck into the coop and stole all her eggs. “Dammit, how could you do this?” she asked in a shrill voice.

Trevor grew rigid in the chair.

Bren tried to hug his body to hide her boobs.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he yelled. “Get the hell out of here!”

The woman stepped closer and blinked her eyes. “I---”

“I mean it, Vikki. This ain’t none of your dammed business!”

Her face paled. “I thought…I—“

“Yeah, I know what you thought and that was the problem in the first dammed place.”

Tears formed in her eyes as she glanced over at Bren. “I’m sorry…” She flipped around and ran through the open doorway.

Trevor looked upset as he stood up while carrying Bren. Walking over to the door, he reached out and slammed it.

Bren was stunned by the entire event. “Trevor?” she asked.

He shook his head and released a sigh. “I suppose we ought to talk about all this.”

She nodded very slowly, because she wanted to know but was afraid to know too.

Trevor kept her in his arms as he explained it all in one short sentence, “It’s been over for a while now and it ended badly.”

Pulling her head back, she looked into his eyes. “And that’s all you’re gonna say about it?”