Hefty (Big Boys)

by Jessa Kane

Don’t talk about the girl I love like that.” “You love me?” I whisper, a warm tingle racing up my spine. He turns my hand over, palm up. “You’ve been holding my heart right here all along. Didn’t you feel it bleeding for you?” “No,” I sob. A sheen spreads in his eyes. “Do you feel it now?”

“Yes.” I slide my arms around his neck and snuggle into his body. “I feel it.”

It’s only a matter of seconds before Zach rolls me onto my back, his big hips crowding between my thighs. He’s in a tux and I’m in a short robe, and the contrast of that makes my pulse spike. “Missed you so much, baby,” he mutters in between kisses. “Thought I was going to die without you.” “Me too.” I kiss his jaw, his cheek, his mouth. “Me too.”

“But I want to feel you inside me. Please?” I bite my lip. “Just a little?” Zach bites off a growl. “Jill, you know if I get the tip in, you’re getting the whole cock.”

Before he can get back into bed with me, I sit up, stopping him. “Wait,” I whisper. “Can you…take your jacket and shirt off? I want to see you.”

And he towers over me, powerful and huge and mine. “Zach,” I whisper, trailing a finger down between his pecs. “You’re so sexy.”

He starts to deny it, but then he notices I’m trembling. Notices I can barely breathe and goose bumps are rising on every inch of my skin. “Jill?” “You’re mine,” I say, palming my breasts. Squeezing. “I want everyone to know.” A few beats pass. “Christ.” He shakes his head. “I really do make you hot.”

Before I can guess his intention, he grips my knees and tugs—hard—causing me to flop backward onto the mattress. Naked in front of his eyes. At first, when he goes down on his knees, I’m not sure what he’s doing, but then I’m being yanked to the very edge of the bed and his tongue is riding up the center of my sex, wet and stiff and determined. I have to slap a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. And I have to keep it there, because Zach goes at me like a man possessed, licking and sucking me, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb, growling when my body releases more wetness, lapping it up eagerly.