Summer Nights (8 page)

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Authors: Christin Lovell

Tags: #bbw, #beach book, #romance adventure, #plus size, #romance adult, #vacation fling, #bbw erotic romance

SUMMER

We moaned in unison as his cock
connected with my cervix. Sweet fullness. I felt complete, my skin
prickling with awareness, every nerve ending on alert.

“Ay dios
miyo
.
Ay que
rico
. You feel amazing. I’m sorry. I can’t
be nice.” His words were spoken between harsh breaths.

I saw the vein in his neck standing
out. He was struggling to control himself. Still cupping his face,
I lightly shook him, bringing his attention back to me. “I like
rough. Now fuck me.” My voice held power and grit.

The look on his face melted me. The
sheer determination, the utter concentration that overtook him shot
straight to my pussy. He pounded into my core, the sensation
delightfully rubbing me raw inside and out. Cruz didn’t hold back.
His cock pounded in and out of me with such speed and force that I
felt him in places I didn’t know I could feel. My hands locked
around his neck and shoulders, holding on for dear life.

Waves of pleasure swelled in my womb as
I cried out. I threw my arms up over my head, grabbing at the wall
to no avail. His relentless drive combined with my bra bouncing
beneath my shirt, hitting my sensitive nipples, quickly sent me
upwards toward the peak of ecstasy.

He was focused on me now, our eyes
locked on each other. The depth of our connection in this heated
moment further tugged at me. This was more than just sex. We each
felt the pull. He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched as he
increased his speed.

“Oh, fuck.” I couldn’t hold back
anymore. My pussy pulsated, squeezing his cock as pleasure shot
through me. Sweet unadulterated bliss overtook me. My vision
muddled as my nerve endings lit up like the Fourth of July. I
howled with delight as he rhythmically pumped into his own release,
his cock continuing to massage my over-stimulated
channel.

He groaned as he gave one final thrust
into me. Our breaths flew past each other. The room began to spin.
I closed my eyes and gripped his biceps for support.

“Are you okay?” He caressed my cheek
with the back of his hand.

I didn’t trust myself to answer. I
nodded my head, absorbed in steadying my breath.

He carried me to the bed, carefully
setting me down. Opening the mini fridge, he grabbed a bottle of
cold water. “I’ll pay for it. Just drink.” He handed me the
uncapped bottle. I obediently chugged half the liquid. “Better?” he
asked the moment I gave it back to him.

“Yes, thanks.” I watched him chug the
remainder of the water before tossing the bottle into a nearby
wastebasket.

He sat down next to me and ran his
fingers along my bare thighs. He wasn’t the least bit turned off by
how large they were. He nuzzled my neck. “How about we get dressed
and I’ll take you to dinner.”

I felt my cheeks warm as I soaked up
his nakedness. Tendrils of hair created an upside-down triangle in
the center of his chest, the point leading to a tiny path down and
over his tight abs to his semi-erect cock. He wasn’t all that hairy
considering his nationality. I expected Hispanic men to be covered
in dark hair.

“You keep looking at me like that and
we won’t make it to dinner tonight.” His voice was teasing, but
there was heat in his eyes as he leaned in and kissed
me.

I cocked my head a bit, gazing at him.
I offered him a small, unapologetic smile. “Sorry.”

He frowned; his nostrils flared as his
lips pressed into a straight line. His brows creased as he lifted
my hair. I realized too late what he was looking at. I tried to
slide away from him, but his free arm snaked around my waist,
gripping me to him.

“Who did this?” he demanded.

I stared down at the floor, regret
churning in my stomach. I was ashamed that at twenty-four I’d
allowed my parents to treat me the way they did.

He gently kissed my wounds, the action
so tender that tears welled. No man had ever done anything so
sweet. He was the perfect combination of everything I could want.
He could be rough in bed, a bit alpha male, but was thoughtful the
whole way through, always ensuring I was well taken care
of.

He crooked his finger under
my chin, lifting my face towards him. “
Por
favor, mi amor
. Please tell me who did this
to you.”

I pursed my lips, assessing him. He’d
calmed down. There was no hint of anger in his voice, only concern.
I wasn’t foolish enough to believe the emotion had evaporated into
thin air though. It was there below the surface, he was just
forcing it down. To even have him care this much, to want to know,
overwhelmed me. I’d known him for only a day, and already he’d
shown more concern for me than my own family.

“My dad.” My voice was barely above a
whisper.

“Su
padre
?” He turned his head, his face a
stoic mask.

I nodded with my eyes glued to the
comforter.

“Do you live with them?”

“No.” I risked a timid glance. He was
clenching his jaw, but his eyes softened the moment I looked at
him.

“Good.” He kissed my wounds one last
time. “Let’s get dressed and go to dinner.”

Chapter 8

CRUZ

Her fucking father? What
kind of bastard raised her? My blood was boiling. I wanted to tear
the hotel room apart in a fit of rage. You were supposed to protect
your children, not beat on them. From the looks of it, I would
guess he hit her over the head with something. And then here I come
along and get rough with her, banging her around during-
Mierda!

I watched, carefully controlling
myself, as she adjusted her bra. Sidling up behind her, I slid my
hands under her shirt and clasped the pieces together. Towering
over her though, my eyes habitually sought out the right side of
her head. Now I knew what wounds laid there. Hell, the stitches
hadn’t even dissolved all the way yet.

I twisted her around in my arms. I knew
she trusted me, or she wouldn’t have told me the truth, but she was
still uneasy. She was strong while still so fragile. If I didn’t
want to lose her, then I would have to stop thinking with my cock
for once. She was more than a lush body.

Damn, I was a fumbling mess. It never
mattered before. How I treated a woman never counted, how rough I
was or wasn’t, because I never wanted them to stay. But, Summer,
she was different.

I dipped my head, pressing my lips
gently to hers. I savored her soft lips, swiping my tongue along
their edges to sooth my earlier abuse. She opened her mouth to me,
allowing me to taste her sweetness again. My cock swelled; ready to
take her in another round. But I wouldn’t.

Her small hand closed around my member,
testing my willpower. It felt so good. She felt like heaven. My
hips pumped into her grasp of their own accord as I continued to
kiss her. I felt the urgency in my groin, but everything else was
slow and sensual. She deserved slow and sensual.

Gliding my hands up the
side of her body, I lifted her shirt up and over her head,
immediately capturing her lips again. Her hands glided down to
caress my bolas, the one area so many women neglected.

Ay, mi amor
.” I
gently nipped at her swollen bottom lip, lifting her into my arms
and settling her on the bed.

She wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Are you sure? I was rough before.” I still couldn’t believe I’d
been so inconsiderate.

“I know you’ll be gentle this time.”
Her faith shook me to my core.

SUMMER

He feathered kisses down the center of
my body, my center heating all over again in the wake of his new
touch. He kissed a path along my inner thighs, his hands weaving
around my broad hips, holding me in place. He brushed his whiskers
along my skin, their prickle both alerting me to his moves and
enticing me with his position.

His tongue licked the smooth edges of
my outer lips before dipping beyond them. A sigh escaped me as he
soothed my pussy. He was soft, the surface of his tongue tender in
his strokes along my flesh.

As his eyes locked with mine, he gently
flicked my swollen clit. My hips lifted off the bed as I cried out.
His moves were so intimate, deliberate and sweet. He was focused on
me, solely on my pleasure. Lightly, he sucked my sensitive bud, his
tongue caressing the tip.

“Touch your breasts.” His tone was all
male, husky, and smooth in delivery. I found my hands running along
my sides, over my stomach and up to tweak my breasts. “You’re so
sexy,” he beamed.

Sensations surged through my body. My
womb twisted as pleasure rocked my core. My breasts felt heavy as I
rubbed my nipples, beautiful nerve endings crackling with pleasure.
My flesh was warm, my limbs were loose, but my muscles were
clamping down as we built my orgasm together.

I moaned, pushing into his mouth as he
doubled his speed. My back bowed off the bed, my head angling back
as I ran towards the edge of bliss. I squeezed my breasts, my
fingers plucking my pert peaks. I was so close. I was just about to
break through the wall when he slid into me and captured my breast.
“Oh!” My breath came in spurts, as my body sucked him deeper into
me.

My pleasure heightened,
bringing me to the brink of darkness, to a place I’d never known.
He lifted my arms up over my head, capturing them there.

Que bonita. Ay, tu es muy bonita, mi
reina
.” His words lulled me deeper into
sheer ecstasy.

His body pressed into mine as his cock
slid into me at a steady, slow and enjoyably torturous rhythm. His
hairs stroked my skin as his lips seared it. His tongue washed over
my nipples before his mouth trailed up towards my neck. He was
ensuring that he loved every part of me; ensuring that I knew he
loved every part of my body, loved it to the point that I couldn’t
even consider being self-conscious.

Where I thought my brink was before was
merely the launching point now. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He grunted as he adjusted his position, pushing deeper into me. He
hit a sensitive spot, pleasure rippling through me. He felt my
pussy flutter; locking eyes with me, he thrust into me with
purpose. I whimpered, my breath catching as my body struggled to
handle the new sensations wrecking it. Awareness penetrated every
layer of me as I pushed to meet his new demands.

“Let go. I’ve got you. I’ll
always catch you,
mi
amor
.” He kissed my lips, increasing his
pace just enough to shock me into surrender.

I cried out, his mouth containing my
hoarse sob. My vision blurred, as my body trembled around him.
Warmth spread through me, as my channel flooded, my pussy
compressing him as he rocked in and out at the same steady,
tantalizing rate. He milked me, undulating waves of pleasure
sending me over the edge again. I couldn’t concentrate; I could
only feel, and all I felt was him. I felt him kissing me, his hands
caressing me, his Spanish words feathering over me in a soothing
tone as I came down off my high, down from the tallest peak of
pleasure I’d ever climbed. Through the fog of hedonism, all I knew
was him, and he was pure bliss.

I seized his lips, tightening my grip
on his waist, encouraging him to finish. He sped up, new vibrations
bombarding my womb as he thrust his way to release. I captured his
guttural cries with my mouth, the same way he’d done mine. Sweat
dampened our brows, despite the air conditioning. His breathing was
uneven as he hugged me to him; dropping sweet kisses along my
forehead.

I rubbed his head, his short hairs
flexing beneath my palms. When he finally lifted his head, I caught
my breath. Unshed tears sat in the basins of his eyes. I swallowed
hard, choking on my emotions. Could you really love someone this
quickly? Was it even possible? My heart gushed, my chest tightened.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine. I’d never felt
such a powerful connection. I never wanted to hold someone so tight
and never let go, but I did now, with Cruz.

CRUZ

Damn. I’d never experienced anything so
intense, so raw and concentrated. I never understood what it meant
to be one with someone, until now. It felt like we’d fused our
souls together, and the emotions surfacing were
overwhelming.

I gazed into her eyes and soaked up the
love reflecting back at me. It’d only been a day, but I knew it was
love. And I knew she was the one for me.

She cupped my cheek. I leaned into her
touch, placing a kiss on her palm. She smiled, her eyes watering. I
wrapped my arms around her, pulling her sideways as I rolled onto
the bed beside her. Her hands pressed against my chest, against my
heart. I wanted to lay here with her forever. I wanted her to stay
with me forever.

I ran my hands along her back, my mind
whirling at all that’d happened. I was the guy that laid ‘em and
left ‘em. I was the bachelor that never got attached. I was the one
who lived to work, not love. Tio had warned me. He’d always said my
day would come. I’d laughed him off dismissively; but damn, did my
day come.

Summer kissed my chest, her soft breath
blowing in cadence against me. I bent and kissed the right side of
her head. She was mine now, and no woman of mine was going to be
subjected to abuse. I’d do whatever I had to ensure
that.

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