Filling up the Virgin(282)

As she slipped off her clothes she began the short trip over to her bed, turning to face them her fat nipples hardening in the coolness of the air in the room. She backed up and on top of her new bed, crawling across it until they both sprang to life, she moaned loudly as she rolled on her back, spreading herself wide for Blake’s fat tongue as he tasted of her love juices. She would be happy this way, now and for always. She felt her body begin to suck and as she was grinding down on his face, she found herself eye level with Derek’s glistening rod, she sucked and loved him eagerly. Loving the taste of him as he stroked her mouth deep and fast. Her climax came fast and hard and with it came Derek’s This time, he held her head there, filling her mouth with his love juice and she eagerly accommodated him much like he always did for her.

She felt the bed move as Derek lay on his back, and she got on her knees to serve him better. What she didn’t anticipate the was the feel of Blake pushing his hard rod into her from behind, filling her up. As he moved she lost herself in the rhythm once more. IN this way she wanted him to pound her harder and faster, the sweet ache only there when she was loved hard, and angrily. Soon she was at the plateau once more and she tweaked her nipples in anticipation of her climax. As she soared through it, she felt Blade hold her tightly and Derek kissed her on the mouth full and hard.

Yes, there was no doubt in her mind that this as indeed a very good way to live, and she loved them both. They would take care of her, and she was a happy girl indeed.

***THE END***





Loving Both (Book 3)



CHAPTER 1



Sadie Jamison was a bit suspicious of the text from her best friend Vivian about meeting her for lunch at her art gallery when she received it in the morning, but she went during a break from her article for the local paper despite her concern. Vivian Adams had a good heart much of the time and wouldn’t do anything to embarrass Sadie -- not too much.



She walked through the thick glass doors of the art gallery that Vivian managed and took a look around at the new pieces on the wall with appreciation as she made her way back to the office down the long hallway. “Yo Viv,” Sadie called out as she tapped on the heavy wooden door with her hand.



“Come on in.”



Sadie pushed the door open to see delivery from one of the best places in town spread out over the long table against the wall as Vivian frowned at her phone. “What’s wrong?”



“I don’t know why the yearly charity event can’t ever go smoothly.” Vivian groaned with a frown. “My hostess agreed to do the auction, but she suddenly has a new boyfriend and backed out. The event is this coming weekend!” Vivian looked over Sadie thoughtfully as her friend frowned. “How about you?”



“Who is going to want me?” Sadie eyed the food with a raised eyebrow as she shook her head. “This was a trick, wasn’t it? You’re bribing me with food.” Sadie was five foot ten but also heavier than any of the past bachelorettes that were involved in the auction that raised money by ‘selling’ a woman to a man for a dinner date for an inflated amount of money. They claimed it was innocent and just for the event, but Sadie was not into being a hooker for the night. She didn’t even think it would be sincere given her size eighteen frame and the fact that she was black.



“Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous.” Vivian told her as she sat up straight and tossed her platinum blonde hair back with a toss of her shoulders. “We have a great make-up artist and hair girl to bring out that gorgeous caramel skin and your bright green eyes, Sade. They’ll get you a hot dress; we’ll make some cash, and you can just do dinner. I know things have gotten scandalous in the past, but you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. I swear. It makes so much money every year, and everyone says it’s their favorite part of the event.” Vivian pleaded with her friend with her big blue eyes as Sadie smiled. “I can’t do it seeing that I’m getting married in two months, you know.”



The upcoming wedding to a local artist that was starting to get a name for himself was huge news to the girls. They were working hard on the ceremony that was going to be on a private beach in Santa Monica with Vivian and Seth’s closest friends and family, and it forced a bigger smile on Sadie’s face.

“Touché. I’ll do it. It’ll be fun to get dressed up for the night, and I’ll make him take me to the best place for dinner.”



Vivian laughed and nodded.



Three days later, Sadie was staring at herself in the mirror in awe. Her long dark hair was in wide curls and highlighted with streaks of a honey color, which was so much more than she ever did with the curly mess. Her hair came from her father and his black heritage while her lighter skin and eyes came from her Brazilian mother, which was a combination that she didn’t think about too much before now. At twenty-two, Sadie had learned that the majority of men didn’t appreciate bigger women.