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I’m stunned silent. Sure, I wouldn’t usually find women like her attractive, but she is different. Call me a prick, but it’s true. I have never been attracted to big women, but she makes it look like a delicacy. How could Anthony not see it? Fuck that guy, Tony. I knew he was trash. It’s no loss for her. He’s a small-town waste of breath with no experience good enough to handle a fucking body like hers.
Finally, I get my ass in gear, moving to catch up. “Hey! Wait a minute.”
“No, leave me alone. I have nothing to say. It’s not funny, and I already have a laundry list of insecurities and self-degrading thoughts, so I don’t need some small-town dickhead adding to it.”
“Hanna, I said stop,” I demand, my voice a growl. I’m angry now, wanting to regain the control I always must have. And with her, I don’t just crave it; I am breathing for the sole purpose of having her succumb to it.
“Listen, I am not in on some bet. I’m not a child. Second, I am honest with what I say. I don’t have time for games.” My front is to her back, my body heat matching the temperature of hers. I arouse her too. I know it, and this little chase has made me want her even more. Her chest is rising and falling; I can see it as I tower over her, her breasts playing peekaboo with me. I can’t wait to take her like this, her lush ass taking my cock as it disappears between the thick creamy cheeks.
“Then why are you… I don’t know… flirting?”
She can’t tell? How is she even phrasing that as a question? Isn’t it obvious?
“I will work on making you lust after your own body a different time. Until then, you’re going to be a good girl and let me walk you home. Got it?”
Her breath hitches as she hesitates to answer me. She turns her head and looks up at me over her shoulder. “Sure. Okay.”
Submitting so easily. Fuck this is going to be fun. I have to restrain myself, physically and mentally control my palm from flying forward to smack her ass and get her moving. “Move, greens.”
She does, slowly at first, most likely making sure she doesn’t fall on her shaky legs. A few moments pass, and she finally speaks, “Why did you call me greens?”
“Your eyes. They’re the first thing I noticed. They are fucking stunning, Hanna.”
She tucks her hair behind her ears. “Oh, thank you. People tend to compliment those… on the rare occasion I get one.” She laughs, but it’s fake, because she’s clearly been berated and belittled by so many but doesn’t want to give them power, so in a sense, she takes on the idea of laughing with them.
I hate her insecurity. Can’t she see it—how that body entices people, her heavy breasts, her round ass, curves that look like something to bite, suck, and brutally grab onto while she takes a good fucking?
“So you just moved here?” I shift the topic, saving my plans for a different time.
“Did you know JD Whittington?” she asks.
“Who didn’t?”
She snorts. “Yeah, well… me. I’m his granddaughter. He passed away, and I was left his house. So I moved here.”
“Brenda mentioned that earlier at the store. I’m sorry to hear that. But you didn’t know him?” I knew this, but I decide it’s best to act as though I don’t.
“No.” I think she’s going to continue, but it clearly isn’t something she wants to talk about with a stranger.
That’s fair.
“You like it here so far?”
“Sure. I mean, I definitely like it better than New York.”
“Oh really? I live in New York, and I would say the opposite.”
She laughs softly. “Well, you and I are very different. New York accepts people like you with open arms. I just take up too much space.”
I make a mental note—that’s the third time she’s talked down on herself.
“Give it enough time and you’ll start to see what a hole this place is.”
“Someone sounds bitter. Did this town see your ego was too big, so they stopped feeding it?” She mockingly pouts her lips.
“No, but who honestly wants to come here when they’re younger than retirement age? You saw this town’s nightlife. Dean’s Bar. Exciting.” Shrugging and wiggling my fingers with heavy sarcasm, I grin when she returns with a roll of her eyes.
“I don’t know. It’s nice. New York was way too much. No one should like being drowned in seas of people and barely any privacy.”
“I won’t complain.” I watch her carefully. She’s exquisite, a mystery, and it’s thrilling, the thought of breaking her under my hands, getting her to bend and spill all she is.
“Welp, here we are. Thanks for the walk. It wasn’t needed but wasn’t the worst. See ya around.” She starts up the driveway, and my feet are planted, surprised at how she isn’t fawning over me or leaving subtle hints to come inside with her.
