The Wedding Rescue, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page B

around before she went any lower, but she squeezed out more soap and dropped to her knees, smoothing her hands over my ass before giving me a tight squeeze. Then down to my hamstrings and my calves. My cock was so hard, I was leaking drops of pre-come. It took everything I had to resist taking charge. But I wanted to see how far Leigha would go.
    Finally, she stood and moved around my body, facing me. She met my eyes, her grey gaze an intoxicating swirl of lust and nerves. Her natural shyness, combined with her lush body and her uninhibited sexual response, had me hooked. The more I had of her, the more I wanted. She didn’t really fit my life, but I didn’t care. I was Dylan Kane. I could make her fit if I wanted to.
    Stroking her hands across my shoulders, she spread the slippery soap over my skin, rubbing lightly, as if focused on actually getting me clean. Then she did something that surprised me. She tipped the bottle of soap over her chest and rubbed it in until her full, round breasts shone with gleaming bubbles. Leaning closer, she pressed herself to my chest and shifted her skin back and forth against mine, using her tits to clean me.
    The sensation was mind blowing. I was already in love with her breasts, their weight and fullness, the way they spilled over my hands. But, having them stroking me, slipping over my chest, hard nipples almost digging in as she moved herself in circles on my skin, made this the best shower of my life. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on before I had to fuck her. I willed my body to relax and enjoy the moment, but the second her soapy hands reached down to stroke my cock in rhythm with her breasts sliding across my chest, I knew I’d reached the end of my endurance.
    I thought about taking her from behind, like I had the night before, but I wasn’t willing to lose the exquisite sensation of her slippery breasts moving against me. Fortunately, I’d had a bench built into the enormous shower for just this kind of situation. Backing up, I drew Leigha with me, never losing contact with her.
    Moving by feel, I sat down, sliding my hands to her ass, and pulled her to straddle my lap. There was plenty of room for her knees to slide in beside my hips as I fit my cock to her pussy. She was wet for me and still so tight. Her eyes half closed, she trembled above me, waiting. This was what I was coming to love about her, this combination of submission and strength.
    She wasn’t a pushover or weak. So far Leigha was smart, with a strong personality, even if she did need to work on her self-esteem. She didn’t seem to understand how beautiful she was, especially hovering over the tip of my cock. She knew instinctively that I needed control and she gave me that control without question, trusting me to make it good for her, and I would. I hesitated for just a second, taking in the sight of her rounded body, gleaming from the water, shaking in need. I wasn’t going to last long once I got inside that tight pussy.
    “Ride me,” I said, clamping my hands on her round ass. She was so much woman, perfectly shaped, soft and curvy wherever I touched, not too much and definitely not too little. Leigha obeyed, as I’d known she would, pressing her body into mine until she’d taken every inch of my cock. She looked at me, her eyes locked onto mine. The sight of her nerves draining away, replaced by sheer lust, was too much.
    I kissed her, taking her head in my hands, leaving her free to move on me however she liked. She rode me hard, her tits stroking my chest with each thrust of her pussy on my cock. Tiny moans echoed off the marble walls of the shower until she broke our kiss, breathing hard, crying out my name as she came.
    At the sharp sound of her ecstasy, I let go, pulled into my own orgasm by the fierce clenching of her wet heat around my cock. When we were done, we sat there, pounded by the water, getting our breath back. I’d been right. While it wasn’t what I’d planned for