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To my fellow fat babes who wish they could see themselves in the books they read. You’re hot. This is your main character moment.
LOOOOVVVVEEEEE
Karma used your own huge boobs against you.”
Fuckin boobs
I love petty drama.
Bitch me too
Rolling the sleeves of his black dress shirt to his elbows reveals muscular forearms completely inked in full tattoo sleeves, ending cleanly at his wrists.
Damn
“I hope you washed your hands. I don’t want your STDs getting on my couch.”
Lexie is very comfortable in her generously voluptuous body. As she should.
As she should!
There’s no denying he has good hands—the kind every woman wants to grab her by the throat and work her into a frenzy. Those hands can be my undoing, and I’ll gladly beg for more.
Not a distraction, she’s a devastation. A tornado of beautiful chaos determined to leave my life in ruins. And I’m nothing short of a storm chaser praying for disaster.
“What people think about me is none of my business. I’m not gonna try to take up less space just because other people feel small.”
Take up the space that’s rightfully yours!
“Sit on my lap, Dewdrop. All the way.” Callum's gaze on me means business, his grip on my waist tightening. “I’m heavy, I don’t want to hurt you.” My attempt to brush him off isn’t successful, and his hands take my hips firmly. “I can take you. All of you.”
It’s like Callum's only purpose in life is to be there with me, like his entire existence depends on invading every one of my senses.
This industrial-strength boob tape is a miracle worker, and it’s definitely fighting for its life against gravity.
Heard
If men have one thing, it’s the audacity.
Fucking audacity
Damn, he’s so tall and his shoulders are so broad. He’s a man who could ruin me and I’m sure I’d enjoy every second of it. I wanna climb that tree.
“I’m going to do so much more than take you, Dewdrop.” His voice vibrates through me, tickling every nerve ending in my body. “I’m going to own you.”
I wanna fuck that attitude right out of her until she’s submitting to me over and over again.
“This is yours?” She points to the jet. “You own a private jet.” “Of course,” I respond easily,
Oh yeah of course I own a jet?? Don’t you??
“I’m too big. Nothing here is going to fit me, nothing ever really fits me,” she grumbles, toying with a dress as she walks by a display. “Fat bodies don’t work for designer and high fashion. There’s really no point in trying. I mean, look at these rolls. They’re not gonna fit into anything sold here.” Fed up, I grab her arm and pull her until my chest is pressed up against her back, my mouth to her ear. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll take you into the dressing room and show you exactly what fits with this beautiful body of yours.”
Us fat bitches are STRUGGLING
“Ugh, it doesn’t fit. These damn boobs,”
A blessing and a curse
“You’ve gotten so deep under my skin I will never get enough. You’ve fucking branded me. Every second of every day, it’s you. Your wit, your laugh, how fucking good you smell. I can’t have a single thought without you being right there in the center of it. It’s maddening.”
“But if you ever ruin a bra by ripping it off, I’ll have to kill you.” I mean it. “Good bras are hard to find in my size, and they don’t come cheap.”
My thighs aren’t sticking like they usually do. Looking down at the seat, I’m surprised to see it’s made up of smooth black suede instead of leather. Am I going crazy, or is this different now? “Is this a new car?” I ask, looking around at the dashboard and into the back seat. I feel like I’m missing something. Callum shakes his head and glances over at me. “No, why?” “The seats are different. I thought they were leather.” My fingers run over the fabric covering the seats. It’s smooth as butter and feels expensive. “They were. I had them reupholstered.” “You did? Why?” I ask, surprised.
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Literally paid money to fix his seats in his VINTAGE car just for her to be comfy!!
“Tell me what you want, what you need. I won’t stop until the whole world is at your feet.”
I was probably too preoccupied with the how thoroughly I was being railed.
Good for you mamas
