Wolf's Den - A BBW Shifter Romance Novel (38 page)

“Will you let me come tonight, daddy?” I asked loud enough for everyone to hear. I didn’t care who heard. I was turned on and I wanted to come. If I had to call Dutch daddy, so be it.

“Damn right!” he said. The crowd around us howled and hollered at that. By the time, I got off the bar, Locke and several other people had done shots off my naked torso as well as Shelia’s. We became quite popular. However, when the Kahlua was gone, Sheila and I got off the bar and went back to our table still topless with Dutch and Locke in tow. The crowd wasn’t happy. Before we sat down, Sheila hugged me again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a lesbian but pretty girls are hard to resist. I like playing around,” she said and then kissed me. Our tongues danced between our mouths and then we parted. I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I couldn’t believe how much fun it was.

“I know. It was fun, thanks,” I said. Locke tossed us each a moist towel he’d grabbed from the bar and Sheila and I cleaned up and dressed. We spent a few hours drinking and talking but as I got more and more buzzed, all I could think of was fucking Dutch’s brains out. Finally, Sheila ended my torment.

“Baby, take me home and fuck me,” she said to her husband and Locke didn’t need to be asked twice.

“Duty calls. It was a blast. I’m so happy we met you, Shauna,” Locke said. I hugged him and kissed his cheek.

“You too,” I told him and then turned to Shelia. I kissed her this time, slipping my tongue into her mouth. It was fun, but I think I understood. The boys liked watching it and it got them fired up. I even reached down and squeezed her round ass for the guys benefit.

“You want to come home with us?” Locke asked and Shelia laughed. I wasn’t quite sure if he was serious or not and Sheila did nothing to help me figure it out.

“No, daddy owes me,” I said as I slipped from Sheila’s arms and into Dutch’s. I heard a low growl from him as he wrapped me up in his arms. We finished saying our goodbyes and Locke and Shelia left. Dutch and I were right behind them. I watched as the couple rode off, each on their own bike, and then I climbed behind Dutch. As soon as we had our helmets on, I asked, “You OK to drive?”

“I’m cool. Locke and I’ve been sandbagging for the last hour while you and Sheila have been getting messed up,” Dutch said. He was right. I wasn’t fall down drunk but I was feeling pretty good. Dutch fired up his bike and then we roared off. This time I held on tight but I didn’t hide behind Dutch. I let the wind hit my face and it was amazing.

I slipped my hand down the front of Dutch’s jeans and found his cock. I squeezed and fondled it as we rode. At a red light, I told him, “Now I get why bikers always have a woman behind them.”

Dutch looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Our secrets out,” he said. The ride home was kind of a blur. Between the booze and the excitement of riding on Dutch’s bike, we were back at my apartment before I knew it. I led Dutch to my apartment and told him to have a seat once we were inside. I got naked immediately. I didn’t care at that point; I was going to get laid.

“You want something to drink?” I asked.

“Not that water you call beer. You got whiskey?” Dutch replied. I did. A bottle of Jack Daniels left over from a party. I fetched it for him and then got to my knees between his legs and handed Dutch the bottle. He unscrewed the top as I pulled his cock out of his Jeans. I didn’t waste time, taking him into my mouth and giving Dutch a sloppy blowjob while he sipped the whiskey. God, this was so fucking hot servicing him like that.

“You were pretty hot tonight,” he said as I stroked his cock and sucked on his crown. He put his hand on my head as he took another sip of whiskey. “I want my cock in you so bad. Take me to bed,” Dutch said and I sucked him for a moment more before I got up and walked towards my bedroom. Dutch followed and I heard him growl as I shook my ass for him. Once in my bedroom, I turned, took the bottle away and kissed Dutch as I began undressing him.

It hit me suddenly that I hadn’t even seen him naked. I couldn’t wait. I pulled away and worked his jeans down his legs, unlacing his boots before letting Dutch kick them off. I stripped his jeans past his feet and then reached up and did the same with his briefs. Dutch took his t-shirt off while I finished. Once he was naked, I went to my bed and lay down on my back facing him. Damn, Dutch was magnificent.

His wide shoulders tapered to a thin waste. He was lean and covered in muscle, his chest broad and defined, his abs hard and cut. I felt my pussy swell as he came towards me. I’d never been with a man like him, a real man. Dutch knelt between my legs and pushed them into the air. Then he dove in and began sucking my pussy. I squealed as his tongue slipped between my glistening lips and delved deep.

However, Dutch did just as the he did the previous weekend, bringing me to the edge and leaving me there. I writhed and moaned as he ate me and held me just short of orgasm. “Daddy, why won’t you let me come?” I asked. I was buzzed but still, calling this man daddy made me feel so submissive and I loved it. Dutch looked up.

“Patience, I like eating pussy,” he said crudely and went back to work. I have no idea how long Dutch teased me or how many times he took me to the precipice only to leave me wanting but it was fucking incredible. I was desperate but aroused beyond belief. Finally, Dutch climbed onto the bed, placed a hand on each thigh, pushed my legs against my torso and slammed his thick shaft into my pussy.

I shrieked as he began to thrust slowly, my pussy stretched around his hard steel shaft. He wore an evil grin as he teased me, fucking me far too slowly to let me come. I was losing my mind. The sensation of his cock filling me along with the view of his amazing body looming over me was too much.

“Please, daddy. I need to come, daddy. Please let me come,” I begged. I felt a raw sense of humiliation having to beg Dutch to get off and it was delicious. That seemed to be all Dutch wanted. He wanted me to beg him, to show him I was all his. His thrusting quickened and his hips slammed into mine sending ripples through my lush flesh. I met each hammering thrust with my hips as they churned beneath and then I exploded. I shrieked as my body arched and a mind-blowing climax ripped through me. Dutch grit his teeth as he bore down and gave me everything he had.

Before the bliss had even subsided from my first orgasm, the next crashed into me. I couldn’t even scream as the pleasure stole my breath. I had handfuls of my comforter as I held on for dear life. Dutch’s fingers squeezed the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I thought it couldn’t get any better but Dutch had other plans. His hands left my thighs and he wrapped one around my neck and slapped my face playfully with the other.

“Did you like kissing her tonight? Did you like showing your tits to the whole bar and letting those other men take shots off your sexy, naked body? Do you like showing off your curves?” he asked and then slapped me again.

“Yes, oh God, yes!” I screamed as I rode another wild and wonderful wave of sheer ecstasy. Yes, I loved all of it. I loved kissing Sheila. I loved exposing myself to the crowd at the bar. But most of all, I loved letting Dutch have his way with me and the way he looked at my plump body. My head was spinning as the alcohol and the orgasms conspired to steal my sanity. Dutch slapped me again and then pinched my nipple and twisted roughly.

I screamed and another wild eruption of pleasure course through me. Dutch’s hips rammed into me like a jackhammer and each impact of his body against mine sent shockwaves through my ample flesh. He slapped one breast and then the other as I felt his cock swell and he tensed. He was close but he kept fucking me. One final shattering climax spread from my core to every corner of my body and the room sparkled and threatened to go black.

Dutch grunted and began to pull from me, but that wasn’t going to happen. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled Dutch back in. Dutch growled in satisfaction and his cock erupted within me. His hot orgasm filled my pussy as he grabbed my hips, his hands sinking into my indulgent flesh, and held his cock deep within me. I could only giggle and laugh as the sensations overwhelmed me. I felt Dutch spasm inside me and then he relaxed. His cum dripped from my pussy as he collapsed onto me and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped my body around his and held him as he stroked my hair. Suddenly, the badass, dominant biker held me tenderly. Dutch lay on top of me, our hot, sweaty bodies heaving as we fought to catch our breath. I’d never been so satisfied or felt as sexy as I did right then. Dutch had taken me along for a ride and what a ride it was. He nuzzled my neck as I basked in his attention.

“That was fantastic, daddy,” I said. Dutch lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

“That’s all you had to do. You just had to give yourself to me. As long as you let me have you like I want, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” Dutch told me. I liked that, but I needed something from him.

“Do you really think I’m sexy?” I asked. Dutch raised an eyebrow.

“Shauna, don’t get me wrong, your body is fantastic. I love your curves. But that’s not why you’re sexy. You’re sexy inside. I saw it that first night. I told you I like a challenge. When I saw you sitting there in that bar I knew you didn’t belong there. I saw a light inside you that none of those other girls had and I was right. Yeah, I really think you’re sexy, inside and out, and you proved it tonight,” he told me.

That’s all I needed to hear. I knew he meant every word. I don’t think Dutch was capable of holding back his thoughts and opinions. He might have been a man of few words but when he spoke, his words were genuine and honest. I hugged Dutch to me, “Thank you.”

“Just telling you the way it is,” he said.

>>O<<

That next morning after Dutch left, I met Becky at the coffeehouse and told her everything. I told her about riding behind Dutch, about his friends at the seedy bar, about the body shots, about kissing Sheila but when I told her about the sex with Dutch, I took my time and didn’t leave out a single detail. I did it as much to shock her as to measure her. I wanted to know how she’d react. I wanted to know if she was a true friend or not.

“That’s just...disgusting,” Becky said.

“What part?” I asked.

“All of it. Letting all those people touch you, kissing that woman...,” she began to say and I’d heard enough.

“Wait a minute. What happened to all your tolerance? I thought you were all for gay rights, but I kiss a woman and it’s disgusting?” I challenged her. Becky seemed to be at a loss for words. It seemed a little logic and reason was too much for her. I wasn’t a lesbian and Sheila and I were just playing around for the guy’s benefit, but that didn’t matter.

Becky, and a lot of my friends, wore their supposed tolerance on their sleeves. They talked as if they were somehow more tolerant, more compassionate and more accepting than the masses. However, their actions proved just the opposite time and time again. They said one thing because it made them feel good, but did another. I knew what was coming next and I was dead on.

“Well, you’re not a lesbian,” Becky said. There it was. The exception that made what she said the right thing. I fit in so Becky and those like her accepted me. I was like them so I was OK. However, as soon as I made choices Becky didn’t agree with or understand, she started looking down her nose at me. However, Dutch and his friends were real. They weren’t pretending to be anything they weren’t just to fit in. One Dutch was worth a hundred of the metrosexual so called men I used to date. One Sheila was worth a hundred friends like Becky.

“So what does that matter?” I asked. Again, Becky was speechless for a moment. Then she attacked. I should have seen it coming. Not only was I questioning her ideals, but she couldn’t argue with my logic.

“I’m so disappointed in you. I thought you were better than that. Frankly, I’m disgusted. Just because you’re overweight doesn’t mean you have to sink to those people’s level,” Becky said.

“Is that what you think about me?” I asked giving her one last chance to convince me I had grossly misunderstood her.

“What that you’re a loser or that you’re fat?” Becky asked. I was hoping for at least a halfhearted explanation but I guess I had offended Becky’s sensibilities and now I was beneath her and, therefore, no longer worthy of her respect.

“Wow!” was all I could say. Sure, I wasn’t perfect but neither was Becky. I used to want to look like her. I held myself up to her and never felt like I measured up. Dutch was right. It wasn’t what I looked like that mattered. It was what I was inside that defined me. Becky might have been a beautiful girl on the outside but on the inside, she was ugly. Suddenly, I felt so much prettier than Becky.