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Ch-2 --------------------- Mom dutifully started on me. One hand hefted my heavy scrotum, disbelieving that a unit could be larger than her ex-husband's thimble sized nuts. Her eyes grew as big as saucer plates staring at my mango sized balls, laden with pent-up passion. For years, I had been attracted to mom subconsciously, with a gigantic reservoir of sperm building up. She now held that in one petite hand while the other, burdened with an expensive 24K gold charm bracelet, began its up and down strokes on my ever growing cock. As it snapped to iron hardness and reached its full ten inch size, mom looked at me:

The stack of books on the cart beside us wobbled dangerously as he backed me against the shelf. “Fuck, Clara,” he growled against my lips, the low rumble vibrating through me. One of his hands slid down my side, gripping my hip possessively before slipping under the hem of my blouse. His palm was hot against my bare skin, calluses rough in the most delicious way. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

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Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

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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.

“Of course, sir. I’ll leave right away. Also—Thomas prepared a pork roast this evening. We weren’t certain whether you and Ms. Pierce had eaten.” I allowed myself a slight smile. “Then your timing is perfect.” Gayle and Thomas had been with me for years—more family than staff, despite how they insisted on maintaining formality. “Ms. Pierce is a size… two?” I added, glancing toward Nova. She shook her head with a small smile. “Four.” I smirked faintly. “Size four.” “Understood. I’ll return shortly.” The call ended, and I looked up to find Nova watching me. Not casually. Not idly. But intently—those eyes locked onto mine in a way that made something in my chest shift again.

Beautiful, confident, and—just like me—plus-size. One of them noticed me first. “Oh my goodness. Another plus-size Luna!” The women turned toward me. I smiled shyly. “Hello.” “You're Olivia, aren't you?” one of them asked. “Yes, I am.” How the heavens did they get to know my name and I don't know theirs? Have my identity been spread abroad already? I know rumors were quick to spread, but what I didn't expect was for it to go this far. “It's so nice to meet you.”

"Julian mentioned you locked yourself in here after our little conversation in the lounge this morning. Did I scare you off so easily, Sheba?" "You didn't scare me off," I snapped, lifting my chin defensively, though my heartbeat spiked at the sheer proximity of him. "I just prefer environments that don't come with sudden, unannounced threats of debt collection." Damien's smirk widened, dangerous and impossibly charming all at once. He leaned in closer, the scent of expensive cedar and clean rain wrapping around me, crowding out every other thought in my head. "It's not a threat if it's a promise," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his gaze flicked down to my lips for a fraction o