Everybody Loves Large Chests Book 2 Novelas e Histórias

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:

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…”

“Don’t be coy, that’s Dex Fyrestone, the future Alpha? Surely you’ve heard about him?” My mind was swirling, that flirty, sexy jerk was the future Alpha? “No! I swear…I mean I just fobbed him off and stole his jacket.” “NO!” Cherry yelled, running towards me and grabbing the pile of books from me. “Oh my god, you didn't, what did he say, tell us everything!” She took the jacket and even gave it a dramatic sniff. “Shit, he smells good doesn’t he,” she said making me laugh as I agreed “It’s a smoky one for sure”.

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.

She leaned on his shoulder and hesitantly stretched her hand out to hug his waist. 'This is just being in the same bed, right? That way, I won't be lying to Hayson. I'll do it just this one time,' Madelyn thought. She stared at the book on his lap and asked, "Is the book good?" Ethan answered, "It's okay. It's about a love story during the Theila Union war era. Do you want to hear about it?" "Mhm, let's listen to it before having our dinner," Madelyn replied.

Thalia POV After a couple of days, I was ready to go back to the pack house. Nyx already healed me, but my body still feels stiff and I know my hips are bigger now because my sweatpants feel a little snug. I was already curvy to begin with. Not in an overweight kind of way, but my body shape has always been an hour-glass shape. ‘It’s a thicker hourglass now mojito. I have to admit; I’m going to enjoy having my hands on you when you are completely recovered.’ Aiden said.

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.

The sun's about to go down and that would mean Clyde's on his way back. It took her double the time she wasted on opening the door and the trapdoor to open this chest. It had double the rusty locks and was completely covered with dust. Alessia released a heavy sigh once the last lock clicked open. That took her long enough. The chest creaked open and released a few spiders. After much coughing up of specks of dust, she finally caught sight of what's inside it. "A book?" She muttered to herself and wiped the clouds of dust on the cover of the book, revealing its title. It was a golden-rimmed hardback with an embossed title. . ." L'Histoire de la Magie."

He trailed kisses down her chest, and she found herself pushing her chest out, trying to get his lips on her body. Caleb wouldn’t be pushed. He was the one in complete control. He flicked the tip of her nipple, circling the hard bud before gliding across her chest to do the same to the other nipple. “I love your tits. You’ve got the biggest pair in the Valley, and I love watching you walk.” “Why?” “They bounce, babe. No matter how tight you made your bra, you couldn’t keep these beauties contained, even if you wanted to. They’re big, and full, and begging for my mouth on them.”