Plus Size Romance Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The dress tore when I tried to force myself into it, he bought the dress in size 18 knowing that I was bigger and more curvy than that size. I met Morris at the mating ritual when I was nineteen, he was the son of Beta, who had just come back from overseas study. That night he was there at the mating ritual, and he chased me relentlessly, because he wanted to be with me and cherished me as his mate and he didn’t care about my size. We dated for a year and got married when I was twenty. I thought I got my fairytale ending, the happy marriage, and the man that I love. Since I was above the beauty standards in the pack, I thought someone truly loved me for me.

His gaze swept over his ward from head to toe, a deep frown of disapproval forming across his forehead. The knitted dress clung tightly to Isolde's curvy figure. It hugged her so closely that the silhouette of her plus-sized body was impossible to ignore. Her full bust pressed against the square neckline, the soft curve of her stomach was clearly outlined beneath the fabric, and her wide, voluptuous hips swayed with every step she took. The thin knitted material seemed to betray the very purpose of clothing, emphasizing every inch of the lush body whose warmth Lucien had felt at the hotel yesterday afternoon.

Then, when the bills outgrew what dancing could cover, I let it become something else. Private hookups, arranged through the manager, always with the wealthiest clients. It was an indecent job but indecent jobs were the only ones that paid enough around here, and I would do every filthy thing this city demanded of me, over and over, if it meant Eli kept breathing. I picked up my lipstick and carefully applied it before smoothing a hand over my outfit. My body had always attracted attention. I was a plus-sized woman blessed with generous curves, a narrow waist, full breasts, and wide hips that no dress could ever hide.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

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.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

His fucking huge every time we're doing this I’m not used to his fucking dick because he's very fucking huge! “ It will fit to you baby don’t worry” he chuckled He kissed me on my forehead and next to my nose and he looked at me first and smile then he slowly enters his dick to mine. I can’t help to gripped his hand when I feel that he filled me his really huge because I can't feel a slight pain when he thrust. when can I get used to him? He slowly thrusting until it becomes harder and faster. “ fuck your so tight baby,” he said and continue thrusting.

He was shirtless. "Hey" he chuckled softly and I wrapped my hands around him as soon as I entered, embracing him tightly. "Hi" I flushed and he pulled me close by the waist and kissed me. 🔞🔞🔞 It was a rough kiss, not like our usual gentle kiss. I was holding Ryan Winthrop in my hands. He was all mine. He kept pushing me backwards as we kissed until I reached the wall and my back landed on it. He pinned me to it and lifted my right leg to wrap around his.