Everybody Loves Large Chests Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

I just cried silently into my pillow, wondering how much more I could take. The next week at school was a strange mix of fear and secret happiness. Lucian and I stole moments whenever we could quick kisses in empty hallways, his hands roaming my curves when no one was looking. He told me every day how much he loved my body, how he couldn’t get enough of me. But Mia was plotting. I could feel it. One afternoon, I found my locker covered in new insults again. SLUT. HOMEWRECKER. FAT WHORE. My books were torn. A note from Mia was taped inside:

The Dragon's Chubby Treasure Chapter 1 I never thought a simple book could change everything. My name is Sera. I am twenty four years old and I have always been the chubby girl. The one with soft round belly that spills over my skirts. Heavy breasts that make my back ache by the end of the day. Thick thighs that rub together when I walk and a plump ass that makes chairs groan under me. Men in the kingdom look past me. They want slim girls with tiny waists. Not someone like me. But tonight I did not care about them. Tonight I wanted power. I wanted to feel alive.

I ground against him instinctively, rubbing my wet pussy along the thick ridge in his sweatpants. “Fuck, Lila,” he groaned into my mouth. “You’re so wet already. I can feel it through my pants.” I whimpered and rolled my hips again, chasing the friction. My hands roamed his chest, then slipped under his shirt, feeling the warm, hard muscle there. He was so big, bigger than I expected actually, seeing from afar -- solid and masculine in a way that made my pussy clench hard. Ethan broke the kiss, breathing hard, forehead pressed to mine. “Emma’s my wife… and your cousin…”

It was so endearing it made me chuckle against her lips. She let out a soft whine of complaint, her fingers clutching the button of my shirt as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. Gently, I pried her hands away, and without pulling back, I tore the fabric into pieces. My bare skin met hers, her tits mashing against my lower chest, their hardened nipples teasingly rubbing against me. A husky groan rumbled from my throat as I snuck my hand between us, cupping her heavy, curvaceous boobs. God, she was massive; I could feel it, even if I couldn't quite put my finger on the exact cup size. It was strange that I couldn't tell her size, but the sheer fullness in my hands was undeniable.

Spotting Zach starting to move away, Alice asked, "Where are you headed, Zach?" At the beginning of the cruise, Madelyn felt perfectly fine. But as the ship started to rock more heavily, she became sick and rushed to the restroom. When she emerged, looking drained, she walked down a dimly lit hallway. There, she noticed a woman in a fancy dress and a fallen hat nearby. As Madelyn bent down to pick it up, she caught sight of the woman pulling a man into a dark corner. Their whispers reached Madelyn's ears. The woman's confident, alluring voice was clear, "Your prick's so huge; don't you want it, Zach?" Madelyn froze, catching her breath. It felt like a punch to the chest, 'Zach?'

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My fingers trembled as I turned the lock. The door swung open. Luca filled the frame—shirtless again, sweatpants riding low on his hips, that hard, sculpted chest still glistening slightly. His dark eyes swept over me, taking in my tear-streaked face, the thin tank top clinging to my breasts, the tiny shorts that barely covered anything. “You were crying,” he said. “I hate you,” I whispered, but the words had no bite left. He stepped inside without asking, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. The room suddenly felt too small. He smelled like soap and musk and pure male. My nipples hardened instantly against the fabric.

He pointed at his chest. “How can they expect me to take in all this, how do I hate a woman I loved and missed and took as my mother and love a man I hate all these years for his coldness, how am I expected to do all that.”Robin sobbed, his voice came out hoarse and he ran his hands through his hair.