Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) (6 page)

“I don’t know about the work you do. But I think you spend a bit too much time interfering with
my
work.”

“You’re talking about Fast Lane.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, he’s my horse. So shouldn’t I be able to call the shots?”

“Of course. But you made a decision when you hired us. We’re the experts. You might know a hell of a lot about oil, but based on that timeline you proposed, I can say you damn well don’t know a lot about training horses.”

“Is that so?” he asked in an amused tone.

“Yeah, and I’ll be damned if you get in the way of my work with that horse. And if you’re thinking about firing me, why don’t you take a minute and consider just how fast I’ll be bringing a lawsuit against you for wrongful termination.”

Lane laughed, almost spitting out the sip of bourbon he’d just taken. Putting the glass down on his desk, he walked over towards me. Now that he was closer, he seemed bigger than I’d remembered. I held my ground. He was mere inches away from me now, staring down at me.

“You thought I was calling you up here to fire you?” he asked.

I was puzzled.

“You weren’t?”

“No. Why?
Should
I be firing you? Let me know and I can make it happen.”

“Ha, no that’s quite alright. I like it here—think I’ll stay just a bit longer.”

“Why did you think you would be fired?”

“Because of what happened in the dining room earlier during the presentation.”

“I don’t know how I gave you that impression.”

“Well…”

Come to think of it, Lane hadn’t really done anything to make me think that. It was the just way Don and Jim had spoken to me afterwards, striking fear into me with stories about people being fired and the like. They’d gotten me all riled up and paranoid.

“Come on,” said Lane. “Tell me why.”

“I’ve heard rumors,” I said.

“What rumors?”

“Rumors about people being fired at your company just for disagreeing with you. When I heard that it was your idea that I was railing against in the meeting, I guess it worried me a bit. Plus with the way Don got all angry, I thought I was done for sure.”

“Well, Don isn’t the boss. And while that
was
my idea, I’m not about to fire you. I fully admit that I’m not an expert in all things horse racing, so I can take it when someone shoots down one of my opinions. How big of an ego do you think I have
?
” he asked with a wink.

“Pretty damn big,” I said. “Almost as big as that thing in your pants.”

Lane looked down. The outline of his hard cock could be seen running down the right leg of his jeans. He grabbed my hand and pulled it towards him, guiding it down his abs and over his crotch.

When I got to his leg, I massaged his fat cock, the touch of him through the fabric reminding me of the intensity of the night before. I could feel its girth, the hard vibrancy of his rod ready at a moment’s notice to fill up my tight pussy.

“Is this what you called me up here for?” I asked sexily. “You were just wondering when you’d get some more time alone with the trainer girl, weren’t you?”

“Will you hold it against me if I say yes?” asked Lane as he pulled me into his arms.

I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes. I could feel his big cock pressed up against me.

“I guess I could let it slide just this once,” I said.

He ran his hands through my hair, and holding the back of my head, he pulled me in for a wet kiss. He parted my mouth with his lips and I felt a little thrill as our tongues touched, rolling over each other in slow circular motions, a symbiotic dance of our mutual lust.

I knew I’d wanted this lustful embrace throughout the entire meeting.
Had my indignation derived from some feeling of betrayal?
Maybe it had. When I thought that he might be firing me, I wondered how it was even possible after the passion of the night before. Now I knew that there was no calling into question those vivid moments we’d spent in each other’s arms.

I gave his ass a little squeeze. Damn, he was so well built, with a cute little butt to boot. Lane laughed, pulling his head away.

“I guess now I know what it feels like for you when I’ve got my hands all over your body,” he said with a playful smile, his big blue eyes sparkling.

“Yeah? How do you like it?”

“I don’t mind,” he said.

“I don’t mind either.”

We went back to making out, moving our hands over each other’s bodies and unbuttoning each other’s shirts. At first we went slowly, but after a little while we were practically tearing off our clothes, impatient to get to the feel of our naked bodies touching. Lane unhooked my bra and I leaned forward and held my arms in a way that let it fall softly to the floor.

He leaned his head down and shoved his face in between my breasts, pressing his cheeks in their supple softness. I still felt that stubble, that slight bit of rough scruff that rubbed against my tender nipples. He saw me flinch and brought his mouth over and started to lick, to suck gently at my nipples as he fondled my tits.

I wrapped my arms around his head and held him there, loving the feeling of him close to me and the pleasure that followed from the lapping motions he made with his tongue. He kissed his way back up my neck and gave me another wet, hot kiss on the mouth.

Slipping my hand over his crotch, I gave a squeeze, cupping his big balls through his jeans.

“Why don’t you pull out that fat cock and let me have a taste?” I whispered in his ear.

I bit softly, teasingly at his ear, licking at it before kissing his neck, then his chest, and finally down his abs.

Lane had unbuckled his belt and was unbuttoning his jeans. I kissed just below his belly button, waiting for him to whip out his huge dick, nice and hard and ready for me to play with.

After he’d unbuttoned his jeans, I pushed them down off of his hips and onto the floor, kneeling in front of him as I did it, my voluptuous ass resting on the back of my legs, my tits thrust forward and my head up, looking at him expectantly.

I reached up and grabbed the band of his boxer-briefs, sliding them down his legs and letting his enormous cock spring out, erect with his big balls dangling underneath. Lane gave himself a few strokes and pressed his head up against my lips. I parted them slowly, letting him just barely slide in so he could feel the wetness of my mouth.

I heard him groan. He must have been imagining this feeling throughout the entire morning; even as we sat in the meeting he just wanted to be inside me again, to feel the pleasure of my wet touch. I licked slowly around his head, holding his cock in my mouth as I swirled my tongue, sucking with varying amounts of pressure.

I squeezed his balls with my right hand, running my fingers over them as I bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking hard and taking him deep into my throat. He held my hair and forced himself down my throat, making me gag with the sensation. I drooled all over his cock, slickening it with my saliva, almost intentionally sloppy as I let him fuck my mouth.

Then I pulled back from him and clutched my tits, fondling them while I looked up into his face with a naughty look in my eyes. He reached down and grabbed my hand leading me over to the couch and laying me down on the rich brown leather.

I held my tits as he got on top of me, straddling me slightly above the waist. He put his throbbing cock in between my breasts and I pushed them together, surrounding his pulsing rod with their smooth, supple pleasure.

He started to stroke gently between them, his engorged head peeking out from my cleavage with every thrust. I leaned my head in and stuck my tongue out so that I could lick his head each time he thrust forward. There was something so hot about having his gigantic member cradled between my breasts; it was a new way to use our bodies to pleasure one another.

I felt Lane reach a hand down behind his back and run it up my thigh, moving it into my crotch. It was almost embarrassing how wet my pussy was with this act; I almost thought he’d be able to feel it through the jeans I still had on. He ran his fingers up and down as he titty-fucked me, but soon that just wasn’t enough for him.

He got off from on top of me and stood at the end of the couch, his huge cock bouncing near my head. I reached out and put it back into my mouth, enjoying his big, meaty rod. I started to take off my jeans as I sucked him off. Then I was sliding off my panties beneath.

Lane still stood there thrusting in and out of my mouth as I propped myself up on the couch cushion, but now that I was naked he reached his hand down towards my pussy and dipped his fingers into my wet slit. I moaned at the feeling of his penetration, still gagging on his big dick.

Then I felt him circle back towards my clit, rubbing me in smooth, rhythmic motions, touching me in all the right places. I started to grind against his fingers as I sucked at him, my body responding in an uncontrollable way to his touch. I was absolutely dripping wet at this point, just waiting for the moment when he’d take his fat cock and fill up my pussy.

He massaged me gently as he pushed his head down the back of my throat, making me gag from the size of his girthy rod. He was going harder now, rougher and more forceful. The hand that wasn’t playing with my clit pulled me by the hair.

Driving deep into my throat, I could hear his groans of pleasure, each desirous sound urging me on, making my body crave him ever more. Sometimes there’s nothing a man needs more than a good, thorough blowjob.

I spread my legs now as I continued to grind against his fingers. He was moving them more vigorously now, getting me closer to orgasm, making it hard to concentrate on sucking his dick. I spread my legs, trying to signal to him that I wanted to be mounted, that I wanted that fat cock spreading the lips of my tight little pussy.

Lane pulled back abruptly and took his pulsing rod out of my mouth, sliding his slick cock across my chin, slathered with my own saliva. He hungrily looked me over, his cock fully erect. He grabbed my arm and positioned me so that I leaned face-first over the arm of the couch, my ass up in the air, waiting for him to fuck me doggy-style.

He grabbed me by the hips, sidling up behind me. I arched my back as my head lay against the arm of the couch. I reached my hand in between my legs and massaged my clit, then spread my pussy lips, tempting him to penetrate me.

“I want your cock, Lane. Come on, just fuck me now!”

I couldn’t believe I was even speaking this way.
What was it about this cowboy that drove me so absolutely wild?
His money? No, but that didn’t hurt though. Was it his looks? Yes, partly. But no, it was more than that, it was that wild confidence he’d swaggered in with when I’d first met him, that dominating way he had of getting what he wanted.

“I want it so bad. I want your cock, baby,” I begged, not wanting him to hold out a second longer.

These words seemed to be the invitation he’d been waiting for, because as soon as they’d been spoken he moved his body up against me with no hesitation, grabbing his dick and positioning himself in between my legs. He touched his tip to my pussy lips, feeling the wetness that had accumulated from all the intense foreplay.

He teased me for a few seconds, rubbing against my lips, but not yet penetrating me. Then I felt him starting to push, his thighs touching my ass as he slid his big cock inside me, ramming hard in one motion into my tight, wet slit.

A sharp gasp emitted from my lips as his cock stretched my folds. My muscles began to tense as I bucked and writhed, clenching my pussy tight around his cock, wanting him to stroke inside me deeper and faster. At long last, I had him inside me, the feeling more intensely pleasurable than it had been the night before.

“
Ohh fuck yes!
Fuck me harder!” I moaned loudly, my breathing starting to become quicker and shallower.

Lane just groaned. I knew he loved my pussy and the way my voluptuous ass bumped up against him, bouncing on his cock as I moved in a lustful rhythm to complement his hard thrusts. His grip tightened over my hips as he stroked in and out of me at an incredible pace and depth.
I was so damn wet for him
.

I rested on my arms, digging my face into the couch as short breaths escaped into the cushions. I let out a moan with every deep plunge, my body bound to his rhythm as I took in his monstrous cock. Nine inches and solid as a rock;
no wonder he was so damn confident
. I wanted him to give it to me all day long, to give it to me as hard as he wanted—
and as hard as I needed!

Lane grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me from the couch, arching my back up fully and suspending my body with his pull. He held me by the elbows, my arms behind my back as he continued to fuck me senseless, my supple tits bouncing up and down as he shook my body with the force of his thrusts.

He began to groan, tilting his head back in pure ecstasy as he pushed his cock up into my tight, wet pussy, faster and harder with every stroke. I bucked and moaned, leaning my own head back as I felt his hot breath drawing closer, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as I convulsed.

His grip loosened as my body gave into the rapturous wave of pleasure that shot through me, collapsing back onto the couch, pressing my face and soft tits into the cushions as I tried to catch my breath.

I turned my head back to look at his handsome face, covered in a glistening sweat from the intensity of our hot fuck. I gave him a longing, lustful stare, my eyes begging him to keep fucking me as hard as he possibly could.

He leaned into me and rolled over to his side, spooning me from behind with his cock still inside me. His hand ran up my thigh and lifted my right leg up towards the ceiling, spreading my legs apart as he started to fuck me again.

He reached his right hand toward my crotch and began rubbing my swollen clit as he fucked me with all his vigor, his balls slapping against my body. I began to moan loudly, on the verge of orgasm as I pinched my own nipples, stimulating every last part of my curvy body. I was fucking Mr. Matheson,
again
. It made me feel naughty as hell knowing he and I were having this private moment, a taboo secret from every single person on the ranch.