Sean Gray knew from the minute he agreed to entertain Jeff’s little sister over the Christmas Holiday that he was in trouble. He hadn’t seen Jeff in over ten years, not since leaving USC and moving to Chicago to pursue his career. And the last time he’d seen Jessie, she was barely eleven but already on the way to Amazonian stature. But time didn’t weaken the bond between best friends and he accepted his obligation with as much grace as he could muster; resolving to do his best to ensure Jessie didn’t spend her holiday alone with her books.
Jessie Mullins, twenty-one, lusciously curvy woman, moves to Chicago with two things on her mind; pursuing her graduate degree at Northwestern and discovering if childhood fantasies really could come true. Her first goal came easy, with her intelligence and work-ethic, Jessie found graduate studies challenging but fulfilling. As the Christmas Holidays approached, Jessie hoped the magic of Christmas in Chicago held just one more miracle for a big girl hungry for love.
Basic Info: SANTA LOVES BIG GIRLS is a 10,000+ word BBW Romance featuring a plus size heroine, and a costumed alpha male in an erotic holiday romance that includes scenes of sexual nature such as oral sex, anal sex, public sex and more. SANTA LOVES BIG GIRLS is for adults 18 years old or older.
…Just a taste…
“Well, Santa. You need to recheck you’re list,” I teased feeling his fluffy costume pressing against my body. “I’m on the ‘nice’ side of the ledger.”
I know I should have been frightened; led into a dark hall with a costumed stranger on a night that already held enough mystery to make most girls hide under their beds. I wasn’t. For two reasons; I’m a pretty big girl. It takes a lot to make me feel physically threatened. And two, I was terribly horny.
“Maybe we can change that?” Santa said close. His breath, sweet and warm against my cheek promised another kiss.
He made good on that promise. My toes curled in the Laboutin’s as Santa pushed me against the wall. His mouth descended on me with purpose, his tongue met my open lips and dove inside with slow, sensuous intent. Santa’s hands gripped my shoulders.
I held onto his costume clutching the red wool fabric in my fists. It was a long, long minute before I could make myself breathe. His kiss moved from my lips down my neck to that tender spot between neck and shoulder.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, my head moved aside letting him nip and suckle. Through his costume, all I could feel was soft padding. His hands had no such impediment sliding down my shoulders onto my waist before stroking upward. The designer dress was so thin it was no barrier whatsoever to the heat coming off his palms. He stroked up and down while his mouth peppered my bare skin with tingling little kisses.
“Oh, Santa,” I said. “Are you trying to make me a naughty girl?” I did feel naughty; making out with the strange Santa in the back of Martini Park, gobs of people only steps away. Santa must have sensed my growing desire because he said nothing at all. His mouth went lower on my broad chest, raining kisses across my swollen mounds until his face buried in my generous cleavage.
I have big breasts. They are round and soft with large light brown areola and nipples as thick as a little finger. I’ve always loved it when the few men I’ve been with paid close attention to them. Santa put them all to shame.