Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1) (105 page)

“Oh!” I gasped.

He pushed into me steadily, sliding his whole length until the head of his cock bumped against the bottom of my womb. His breathing turned into growls, sweat from his body falling onto my back as he rammed home. His heavy balls swung forward, crashing against my clit. 

I jerked forward each time he pounded into me. The wet sounds of our coupling seemed to fill the whole glade. Like two beasts, we mated under the moonlight with no care of Heaven above nor Hades below. He bent forward, his hand groping my breast roughly, squeezing my poor abused nipple.

Then I felt pressure at my asshole, and without warning he popped a slick finger into my aft. In and out, he filled my pussy and ass. I felt another wave coming, this one sure to swallow me body and soul. The feeling of him mounting me, filling me, was too much to handle.

My arms gave out and my face fell forward onto the leaves of my makeshift bed as I came. My legs shuddered, my pussy spasmed. The only noise I could make was a long squeal as the typhoon crashed home. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t smell. I could feel him inside me, coupled with me.

He thrust once more and howled, his cock exploding inside me. His pent up seed finally freed, it shot into me, gushing like a geyser. His balls tensed, pulling up against his body. My pussy overflowed with our cum, and I savored the feeling of his hot stickiness filling me up.

He collapsed off of me, panting and looking up at the sky. He looked at me as I crawled over and lay my head on his chest.

I played with his chest hair, twirling them around between my fingers. “You’re an animal,” I said, half purring. Soon my eyes became heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

INTERMISSION

I hope you enjoyed all those steamy Shifter stories. What follows are some BBW stories featuring fierce and funny heroines entangled with their Alpha Males: firemen, cowboys and billionaires. Enjoy! ->

BROCK TITLE PAGE

Brock

(BBW And The Firefighters)

by

Becca Fanning

BROCK

“Harder, harder!” Bella moaned, encouraging her lover to thrust with all his might.  Her fingernails raked into his broad, muscular back as his downswing sent ripples through her soft body.  She ached all over, needing this man in every way a woman could want a man.  Heartily pumping her in missionary position, his heavy balls smacked against her ass like two wrecking balls.

Bella grabbed his face, pulling him down to kiss her deeply.  His thrusts picked up momentum as Bella found herself close to orgasm.  She was so close…

There were many unfortunate things to see in Bella’s bedroom that night.  The pile of cat sweaters on the floor, the terrifying porcelain clowns she insisted were kitschy.  But more unfortunate was the prone Bella, voluptuous and curvy with a dead vibrator sticking out of her cooch.

“Oh come on!” she whined, pulling the toy out with a plop! And giving it a good shake.  The motor spun a few times, then died again.  “Don’t get batteries now Bella, wait for them to go on sale,” she replayed out loud.  She’d had the pack of C batteries in her hand.  But her frugality won over her desire to be prepared.  So they went back on the shelf, right next to her happy ending.

Bella tossed the dead rod off the bed in frustration.  She dropped both hands to her pussy, and tried to kickstart where she’d left off.

Bella was on all fours, the faceless stranger behind her fucking her hard and fast.  “You’re so hot, Bella,” he said. “Take this huge cock!”

“Aww yeah baby I’m taking it,” she responded.

“Take this massive salami.”

“Turkey on wheat with mayo would be better.”

“Fuck it,” she said to no one, hands leaving her aching lonely sex.  She knew that once food infiltrated the fantasy, it was done.  Bella didn’t have a problem with food: she loved food and food loved her.

She rolled over and looked at the clock: three in the morning.  Too late to get any real sleep, too early to wake up and start the day.  She sat up, pulled on her robe, and left the bedroom.

Passing by her roommate Kaylie’s room, she smelled the distinct funk of pot.  Bella hated when she did that inside, especially because it was Bella’s security deposit on the line if the landlord ever found out.  She also heard her roommates TV going, no doubt whatever followed America’s Next Top Model after she passed out.  

Down the well kept but old hallway, Bella made her way to the kitchen.  She opened the fridge and stood in front of it.  Closing her eyes, she felt the cold air pour over her like a dip into a dry lake.  She grabbed a slab of aged English cheddar and sliced off a hunk with a knife from the sink.  She figured it was probably clean enough.

Cheese in hand, she pulled the opened Merlot out of the fridge as well.  With less than half the bottle remaining, she thought it would be wasteful to use a glass at all.  Back to her room she trudged, cheese in one hand, wine in the other.

The internet is amazing late at night.  Every website and link takes on special meaning, like you’re some incognito spy that is decoding a transmission before the sun comes up.  Or maybe it was just the wine.

Bella didn’t feel like watching any porn, and reading some erotica required more attention span than she could muster.  Hitting up Craigslist, she enjoyed reading the Missed Connections section, where secret admirers sent anonymous messages to their would-be objects of affection.  It was like horny messages in a bottle set adrift in an ocean of voyeurs.  Living in Libby, MO, such a small town didn’t offer many new missed connections.

Once she read through the two or three new ones, she just started clicking around Craigslist at random, taking the pulse of the community.  She saw a message for a meet and greet for the county’s volunteer firefighters.  The thought of a party full of firemen hunks sent shivers through Bella, and a few quivers through her lonely pussy.

But she knew she’d never attend.  Her social circle was small these days: smaller if you didn’t include work acquaintances.  She was just terminally shy.  She’d had friends when she was in culinary school, but they all fled to big cities to burn out in Michelin rated kitchens after three years.  Upending the bottle, she drowned these thoughts in rich, red wine…

BAAAYYYYP!  BAAAAYYP!

Bella’s hand blindly sought out the alarm clock and slapped down.  The DVD case flew off the nightstand while the alarm continued to beep.  Lifting her head from under the pillows, the blinding light of the morning assaulted her eyeballs.  Her headache was immediate and inescapable.  She turned off the alarm and sat up, fighting the Merlot induced hangover.

Bella looked over at the table on the other side of the room.  Her laptop lay open, the bottle of wine empty and on its side next to it.  Bella shielded her eyes as best she could while she put on her robe.  Staggering out of the bedroom, her foot came down on something soft and cylindrical.  She heard a crack and looked down to see her only lover of the past two years snapped in half.

“Fan-fucking-tastic!” she said, kicking the now useless vibrator into the closet.  She made sure to stamp her feet extra loud as she passed Kaylie’s bedroom.  Bella went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.  She showered, letting the hot water and soap suds wash over her curves, hoping to sweat out some of the hangover.

Dressed and in the kitchen, Bella started to make her breakfast.  She had been looking forward to it since the day before.  Two eggs were plopped into swirling boiling water with a little salt and vinegar while bacon sizzled in a frying pan.  The toaster eject some slices of brioche she had baked yesterday.  Chunks of grass fed butter melted into the cracks and crevices.

A quick look back into the water confirmed that the eggs were perfectly done.  With a strainer she carefully lifted each poached egg out and placed them on the toast.  Then a sprinkle of rosemary on top of the eggs and finally topping them with the crispy bacon to finish the sandwich.  

Bella looked at her breakfast sandwich worthy of the gods and smiled.  Today was going to be ok after all.  She knew it had to cool a few moments so she left it on the counter and went back into her bedroom to check her email.

Pushing the power button, her laptop didn’t come on.  “How late was I on this thing last night?” she wondered aloud.  

“Wow thanks for being a doll, Bella!  I’m going to work on my resume down at the beach.  Byes!” Kylie said from the kitchen.  The front door slammed a moment later.

Bella wondered what Kaylie had meant—no!  Bella bolted out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.  It was gone.  Like a baby stolen from it’s crib by goblins in the night.  Except the goblins were a blonde trust fund baby whose only responsibility was to lie to her father about how hard she was looking for a job.

Hung over, unfulfilled, vibrator broken and now her breakfast stolen.  Time to get to work!

—

“Fuck you,” the angry voice said from the other end of the phone, and Bella heard the familiar click of the hangup.  She adjusted her headset and leaned her head back.  Glancing left and right down the long aisle of coworkers, she was always amazed at the amount of inconvenience this company created on a daily basis.  

Hundreds of phone drones like her, all bothering people day in and day out, just to peddle some stupid service or product.  She looked at the screen in front of her, already forgetting the crap they were shilling that day.  A vinyl siding cleaning service.  How sexy.  She wiped at her eyes and massaged her temples.

“Are you taking your break, Bella?” asked a voice from behind her.

Clarence, her morning manager, notorious for patrolling up and down the aisles of call center workers.  He was fixated on “improving efficiency,” which meant chasing numbers on spreadsheets and meeting goals set by the higher-ups in corporate.  “If you’re not working, you’re on break.  You know this Bella.  You’ve been here two years.”

“Too long,” she responded without thinking.

“Excuse me?” he parried.  There was a cruel eagerness in him today.  “What was that?”

“Nothing.  I’m not on break Clarence.  Look,” she said as she hit a key on her keyboard and the software system began ringing the next telephone number on an endless list.

“Hello?” came an expectant voice on the other end of the line.

“Good morning ma’am!  Would you be interested in a once in a lifetime deal to both clean your home’s vinyl siding AND save a great deal of money?”

—

Bella opened the front door to her apartment building and sighed.  Every day, she thought about writing a letter to Congress, petitioning them to make four story walkups illegal.  Grunting, sweating and swearing she made her way up the 78 steps.  It hadn’t been this bad when she first moved in, but she’d been a little lighter on her toes back then.

Bella walked into the apartment and plopped down onto the couch next to Kaylie.  “Hey.”

“Hey,” Kaylie said, not looking away from whatever reality show she was watching.

“How was the beach?”

“Boring and shitty, as usual.  There were barely any hot guys there.  I mean, they were ok, but not great.”  She turned to look at Bella. “Oh this morning, was that sandwich meant for you?”

Bella just grimaced and nodded, mourning the loss still.

“Yeah I thought so, because I took one bite and tasted the bacon on it.  I’m on a cleanse so I gave it to the dog next door.” Kylie saw Bella’s reddening face and made to soothe her, “Oh it’s not your fault…you didn’t know I was on a cleanse!”

Without saying a word, Bella bolted upright and stomped to her room, slamming the door behind her.  She hoped the reverberation would weaken the supports of the building and cause the whole place to come down.  Her own death would be a worthy price to squash her roommate like a bug.

Her temper subsiding, she fished her laptop’s power cord out from under the desk and plugged it in.  Powering it up, she checked her Facebook.  She froze in shock and confusion.

Ten new friend requests.  She barely had ten Facebook friends to begin with.  What was going on?  She clicked on the first one and her heart skipped a beat.

—Hey Bella, this is Brock.  I look forward to seeing you tonight!—

“What…how…who?” Bella muttered as she clicked on the man’s photo.  Oh Mama!  Within seconds Bella learned that this mystery man was Brock Tartan, a volunteer firefighter for the greater Libby area.  He was, quite simply, to die for.  Gorgeous face, baby blue eyes and strong shoulders that could carry you out of a burning building.  Or into a hot tub.

Needing more information, Bella checked her email.

“Oh God,” she said.

To:
[email protected]

From:
[email protected]

Hi, my name is Bella and I’d like to h