Plus Size Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

I wanted to see how big and beautiful it was. I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper being unzipped, and I swallowed. This was it. I was about to suck a dick that wasn't Lee's. “Open,” he ordered, and I parted my lips without hesitation. First, I felt the thick head of his cock press against my tongue, hot and heavy. Damn, he was big. And I loved big dicks. I opened my mouth wider as he pushed deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

He reached between their bodies, his fingers sliding through her slick heat. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. He pushed two fingers inside her and she gasped at the delicious, stretching fullness. “Ellie, God! you’re so tight. I’ll rip you in two.” She glanced down and the sheer size of him made her swallow hard. He was thick and long, promising a fullness she wasn’t sure she was ready for. He was way bigger than anyone she had ever taken. Seeing her hesitation, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was surprisingly tender.

I was about ending the call when an idea clicked in my head. "Wait did you say he went out to find a patient?" I asked 🗨️ Yes "Great, find out the patient's address and send it to me quickly" 🗨️ Okay Ryan I ended the call with a smile Let's see how you'll be able to perform the Prime Minister daughter's surgery when you are dead. ..........watch out..........

The engine roared, shaking my entire frame. I didn't have a choice. I reached out and wrapped both arms tightly around Zane’s broad waist. The physical contact hit me like a physical blow. The heat radiating off him was scorching. Through the heavy fabric of my hoodie, I could feel the hard plane of his stomach, the solid muscle of his back, and the faint, dark scent of cedar, leather, and blood that seemed to cling to his very skin. The Blood-Moon curse hummed beneath my skin, a quiet, restless pulse answering his.

My words got caught in my throat when I saw a man standing in front of my shelf of books with a book in his left hand. Judging from his picture, he is at least 6 feet tall with the sleeves of his White shirt rolled up, showing those beautiful muscles. There's no way in hell, I won't recognise that man. Fuck Nicholas is back. “I didn't know you had such a high taste for the book Celine.” He said and it felt as if that was the worst crude remark I have ever forgotten. I walked towards him in long strides and that was the best moment; he chose to turn facing me. The moment I saw his perfect face up close, a shiver ran down my spine, knowing that he was even more handsome after weeks of not seei

It's just my imagination — me thinking, after all the hours I had spent on Clara and trying to make her look beautiful, that she was going to steal my spotlight, and not actually that she had. But the more I kept trying to process everything, the more reality kicked at me. "Clara," I finally got the courage to ask, "what's going on here? Why is Damien standing beside you?" She was smiling, like my confusion was food for her satisfaction. "What is happening?" she scoffed. "Don't be dumb, Olivia. As you can see, Damien and I are mates. We've been chosen by the moon goddess herself, which means we'll be spending the rest of our lives together."

"My only job right now is to make you feel good. So don't hold anything back. Tell me what you want, faster, slower, harder, anything and don't you dare swallow your moans. You can scream this entire building down tonight. It's our wedding night and we are going to enjoy every single second of it. Okay?" "Okay," I whispered. He kissed me again and I felt him against my entrance caressing me with the head of his cock in slow strokes like he was introducing himself to me properly. “F…fuck, you're so big…are you sure it'll fit?" “I always fit baby” He kept moving, coating himself in me, and every time the tip caught my clit on the upstroke I moaned into his mouth and he absorbed every sound gre

Sret. Cklek.* The sound of Evander's jeans zipper pulling open broke the silence of the quiet rooftop. With a firm movement, the young man opened his pants and pulled out his member, which instantly thrust out erect in the cold air. Isolde's round eyes instantly widened completely, staring blankly without blinking. The size of the asset in front of her face was truly beyond reason—a super-sized masterpiece that was incredibly large and sturdy, no less massive than those of the other Blackthorne monsters. Seeing that stunning sight, Isolde's mind suddenly spun wildly; she unconsciously began to imagine and compare this fantastic size with Azriel's, which she had caught a glimpse of last night

“Ryan, what’s happening to us? Anytime I want to share a good time with you, you push me away. Aren’t we married? Don’t you want me anymore?” He sat up too, eyes flashing with anger. “You really want to do this now? Fine. Look at yourself, Bella. Were you this fat when I married you? You used to be curvy in a nice way. Now you’re just… big. Soft everywhere. I married a woman, not this version of you that lets herself go.” His words cut deep. “I’ve always been plus-size, Ryan. You said you loved my body. You called me your goddess back then.”