Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) (4 page)

Slowly, I turned away from Wyatt, unbuttoning my jeans and letting them slide off of my wide hips, giving him a clear view of my voluptuous ass. I knew that soon enough he’d have me on all fours, my ass in the air as he railed me from behind, giving me a light spank here and there while he drove his cock inside me. My pussy dripped with that thought.

I turned around, cupping my hands over my breasts, covering my nipples from his view. I was completely naked now, but I still wanted to tease, to hide something from him as I walked over to where he sat on the couch. He stroked his cock as I came towards him. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away, allowing me to climb on top of him.

I straddled him as I reached down for his thick, pulsing rod, guiding it towards my wet slit. As I felt his head touch my swollen lips, I realized that it might hurt having him inside me. His cock was rock hard and massive, and his girth might be painful. After all, it’d been a long time since I’d been with
anyone
, let alone with a stallion like Wyatt. I knew I was soaking wet, but I was also very tight. I started to ease down on top of his cock, wincing slightly at his size.

“Go slow,” I whispered into his ear, giving it a playful bite after I made my plea.

With his hands on my ass, he pushed me down on top of him, thrusting upwards in slow motion, bringing his huge dick deep inside me. I moaned with the pleasure of his cock filling me up. Between the wetness of my pussy and his cock slickened with my saliva, he slid in easily. The subtle sensation of his fingers gliding across my body intensified the pleasure, distracting me from any pain I might experience at his oversized member.

Wyatt’s hand touched the back of my neck and he pulled me in for a deep kiss. I felt his other hand drift from my ass and up to my chest where he fondled my tits, squeezing and then slowly circling the nipples with his fingers. I broke our kiss and pushed his face into my tits, feeling the scruff of his face scrape against my nipples, sending a little wave of bliss through me. The sensation was simple, but pure it its simplicity, a component part of the complex act of our hot fuck.

I bucked as I rode on top of him, enjoying those moments when he’d squeeze my ass, pushing his cock deep inside me with an upwards thrust of his hips. Wyatt kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and swirling it with a furious passion, as if he was trying to taste me, to experience every inch of my body all at once.

“Let’s go to your bed,” he said, breaking off our kiss.

I rolled off of him onto the couch and took his hand, leading him up the stairs to the lofted bedroom. My room had been fitted with a king-size bed, a fact that I’d been completely appreciative of when I’d found it upon entering the cottage for the first time. It provided an excellent night’s sleep, a luxury that was extremely necessary given my tough work schedule.
But for some reason, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight
.

I crawled onto the bed on all fours, my curvy ass up in the air beckoning to him, tempting him to put himself inside me and give me a good, hard fucking. Now that I’d warmed up while riding him, I wanted it rough, deep and dirty. Would he oblige?
Did he know what I wanted or was he going to make me beg for it?

Wyatt sidled up behind me and I felt him rubbing his cock against my wet slit, teasing my swollen lips before thrusting inside me, that fat head stretching my pussy and making way for his pulsing, girthy rod.

Having Wyatt inside me was pure ecstasy and quickly my mind was lost in delirium, and the hard rhythm of in and out, of powerful thrusts that sent his thighs slapping against the soft skin of my bodacious ass. He gave me a few light spanks, just what I’d anticipated. Then a little pull of my hair combined with a particularly powerful thrust.
He sure knew how to treat a girl.

I pushed my face down into the pillow, my large, supple breasts touching the sheets of the bed as I arched my ass in the air, making it round as he held me by the hips, adding leverage to a series of rapid thrusts. With each stroke I felt him going deeper and deeper inside me, my pussy dripping wet, making it easy for him to get that cock in there, allowing us both to consummate our desire in the small, private bedroom of my cottage.

I reached a hand beneath me, my face still pressed into the pillow, muffling loud moans of bliss. Slowly, I started playing with my clit, then reached back and ran my hand over his balls as he continued to fuck me doggy-style, filling my pussy up with that big dick of his.

But the moment I started playing with myself I regretted it, because already I could feel an orgasm arising within the core of my body. I was so close, and as much as I looked forward to the intensity of climax, I didn’t want the night to be over so soon.

Now that the moment had arrived, I started begging him for it.

“Faster,
faster
. Harder,
HARDER
!” I screamed.

I wanted everything he had, wanted him to give it to me harder than before, wanting our fuck to be unique in its climactic appeal, as an expression of our mutual lust and desire. But soon my mouth wouldn’t even form the words to express my lust, and the only sounds that emitted were breathy moans of ecstasy that got louder and louder with each utterance.

His hands were still clasped around my waist as he fucked me, his thrusts still going deep, but slowing down, becoming gentler. I bounced my ass on him, clenching my pussy around his thick rod. With each stroke he applied a new, more determined pressure, bringing his fat head almost completely out of my pussy, increasing the friction that was the source of my pleasure.

And all of the sudden it was upon me, an unstoppable force, the blissful inevitability of climax. I was coming now, yelling “Yes, yes, yes!” as he continued to fuck me, wishing he’d come inside me so that I could feel that sticky, hot load filling up my little pussy.

I lay limp on the bed with Wyatt still fucking me hard, imagining the feeling of his cum as I was overcome by orgasm. But suddenly the intensity of the feeling became real. I didn’t have to imagine it anymore:
I could feel his load exploding inside me
, as he held his cock deep in my sweet pussy. I moaned loudly, pushing my face into the pillow to stifle my sounds of sexual rapture.

In time, he pulled out his cock and I rolled over on my back, looking up to see it glistening, slick with my juices mingled with his huge load. As he lay down on the bed, I brought my head over towards his cock, propping myself up with a hand on his thigh as I sucked at it, tasting his cum for the first time while I licked his shaft. I cupped his balls as I took him deep into my throat again, squeezing his shaft with my other hand to milk out every last drop of cum.

I looked up at him and saw a dirty wink. I smiled and lay back down beside him, feeling him wrap his arm around me as he pulled the covers over us. I lay there happy and tired, feeling his still semi-hard cock pressed up against my voluptuous ass. Closing my eyes, I sighed and drifted off to sleep. But there was no way my dreams could be any more pleasurable than real life tonight.

The next morning I woke up disappointed to find that Wyatt had left. I lay alone in the bed as I noticed it was still dark outside. The sun would be up shortly, and that meant I’d better get dressed. We had another long day ahead of us.

I cooked breakfast for myself and around 6:30 AM, I headed over to Jim’s cottage to go over our plans for the day. He offered me a cup of coffee, and even though I’d already had one with breakfast, I figured some extra caffeine couldn’t hurt given the lack of sleep I’d had last night.

Jim didn’t look so top of the world himself. Apparently, he’d been out drinking really late with his old buddy, and he’d only gotten a few hours of sleep. Now, it might not have been too difficult to make it through a normal workday, but as we sat in Jim’s cottage drinking coffee and discussing the training regimen, we heard an unexpected knock on the door.

Jim rose from the table and opened the door to find Don with a grimace on his face.

“How’s it going, Don?” said Jim, tired but still remaining polite and friendly.

“Boss is here, came in late last night. We’re moving the weekly meeting to today. Lunch will be served as usual, but he wants to hear about your progress.”

“Haven’t you been giving him updates?” asked Jim.

“Of course. But he wants something more detailed, he wants a chance to ask questions and get answers in person. Just be ready by noon,” said Don sternly. “And I’m sure I don’t need to impress upon you the gravity of this situation.”

Jim nodded and shut the door, walking back to the table with a concerned expression on his face. He looked at me, his eyes saying it all.
This was an unwelcome surprise
.

“Dammit,” I said. “This is gonna interfere with training. Does this guy want us to keep giving him presentations or does he want us to actually
train his damn horses?
Why won’t he let us just do our jobs?”

“I’ve never been micromanaged like this,” replied Jim, shaking his head. “Usually owners take a backseat, I got used to working that way. But you know how much money he’s paying us, Addie. And you know Fast Lane is the real deal. We’ve just got to go in there and impress him.”

“I know, but I just hate the distraction.”

“Well, how about you go out and tend to the horses? I’ll put together the strategy notes and make sure I give him a thorough update, make sure I touch on all the hot points.”

“Deal. Let me know if you need anything from me,” I said, getting up from the kitchen table and putting my empty coffee mug in the sink.

I walked out the door into the brisk atmosphere of a March morning in Texas. I breathed the refreshing air in deeply, knowing that soon the sun would warm up these open pastures. Heading over to the stables, I thought about the day ahead. There was no denying that I was nervous about meeting Mr. Matheson. I knew Jim would be responsible for doing most of the talking, but nevertheless, the rumors I’d heard were intimidating.

Fortunately, my work with Fast Lane distracted my mind for the next few hours. But before I knew it, it was 11:45 AM and Jim came out to the stables to get me.

It was on. No turning back now. I prayed silently for the best.

We entered the luxurious mansion, my heart beating rapidly as we walked down the velvet carpet of the long hallway towards the familiar dining room where we had our usual weekly meeting. I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. Jim looked over at me, his eyes concerned, making sure I was ok; that I wouldn’t do something that might embarrass us both.

I gave him a smile that let him know I was fine and that he didn’t have anything to worry about. By the time we found ourselves outside the large mahogany doors of the dining room, my pulse had slowed. I took another deep breath and pushed my way inside.

To my surprise, I saw Wyatt sitting at the head of the table.

“Mr. Matheson, good to see you again,” said Jim in a strong, affable voice.

He walked over and shook Wyatt’s hand. I was frozen, completely mortified, my eyes wide with incredulity.

“Adelaide, don’t be rude, get over here and introduce yourself,” said Jim, turning around and nodding toward Wyatt.

I walked towards Wyatt, who extended his hand in my direction.

“Lane Matheson,” he said with a warm smile that showed off his perfect teeth. “Pleased to meet you. I’m very grateful for all the work you two are doing with Fast Lane and the other Thoroughbreds. I’m looking forward to hearing all the details.”

I could barely believe it. I sat down at the table with the rest of the men, feeling like I might faint.
I’d fucked Lane Matheson
.
And I hadn’t even known it was him
.

My mind flashed back to the belt buckle as it clattered to the floor last night. It was engraved with “LWM”,
Lane Wyatt Matheson
. It all made sense now.

On the outside I was calm. I smiled and stayed quiet as they all talked, but inside I was an absolute mess.
Could I get in trouble? Would I be fired?