Page 44 of Rejected Plus-Size Mate

“But what the hell is going on?” I ask, mystified. “Please tell me you’re going to buy that dress. Seriously, it would be a sin to leave without it.”

She scowls at me. “Don’t even. I don’t want your pity.”

“Pity?” I say, and my voice comes out too harsh. “What the actual fuck? You look fucking amazing, Leslie!”

“I don’t!” she snaps. “I look like a fucking tomato trussed in tight string. I fucking hate this. No matter what I wear, I just look like a goddamn fucking potato in a sack!”

She puts her head back into her hands and cries while I stand there staring at her, trying desperately to reconcile the gorgeous vision in front of me with her inner image of herself.

“Just get out,” she mutters. “I’ll put my clothes back on, and we’ll go somewhere else.”

“Leslie,” I say. “I meant what I said. We are not leaving without that dress, even if I have to sell a fucking kidney to do it.”

“What?” she asks. “Why?”

“Because you look fucking stunning!” I can’t stop my voice from rising. “You look like a queen, my love. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, except maybe you on our wedding day.”

She’s staring at me, a curious expression on her face. She wants to believe me, I can tell.

“It’s not a trick, my love,” I say, going over to her and putting my hands on her shoulders. “I am telling you the absolute truth.”

I look right into her eyes, trying to impress upon her what I see when I look at her. I can’t believe she looks into the mirror and sees herself as ugly. The idea is so disgusting to me, I literally can’t bear it.

“I love this face,” I say, running a finger down her cheek. “I love your gorgeous lips, pretty eyes, and round cheeks.” I give one of her dimples a pinch to prove my point, and she blushes.

I run my hands down her arms, squeezing a little as I do. “I love these beautiful, strong arms. When you hug me, I feel safe and held, like your arms are strong enough to take away all the bad things in the back of my head.”

“Like this?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Just like that,” I answer, stroking her hair. “I love this gorgeous long hair, like sunlight glinting on fresh, warm honey. I wish I could swim in it.”

She giggles softly, looking away. I reach down, running my fingers down her back to tickle her sides.

“I love your soft waist, and your tummy,” I say, digging my fingers into her to tickle her a little. She giggles and shivers in my arms, making me tickle her even more.

When she wriggles against me, I run my hands down even further and cup her ass with both hands. I squeeze her cheeks hard and whisper into her ear.

“I love your beautiful big ass.” I let my lips graze her earlobe as I keep my voice low and sexy. “I love getting a great big handful of this ass and giving it a nice hard squeeze.”

I give her another one, and she yelps and jumps, giggling in my ear. I tug her hard against my body and writhe a bit, enjoying the feel of all her soft curves rubbing against me.

I drop my face down, looking at her huge breasts jiggling against the fabric of the gown. “That’s the only thing I don’t like about this dress,” I say, rubbing my face against the soft fabric. “I can’t see your fucking amazing, magnificent tits.”

Leslie cries out in pleasure as I rub my face against her, teasing her through the fabric. I can clearly see her nipples getting hard, and I know her well enough to know what else must be happening.

I wrap one arm firmly around her waist and plunge my other hand down, flicking the skirts out of the way so I can run my hand up her silky thighs.

“I love these big, strong thighs,” I whisper against her cheek. “I love how you clamp them around me and squeeze me like you’re going to break me in half.”

I keep moving my hand, and Leslie trembles in my grip, opening her legs. As my fingers reach her hot, wet pussy, I moan in rapture, lowering my face to her neck to breathe in her incredible scent.

“I love your pussy,” I whisper, tracing my lips along her neck. “I love how hot and wet you always are. I love how strong and how soft your body is at the same time. I love how you takemy cock. No matter how hard and big I am, your gorgeous pussy just begs for more every single time.”

I plunge my fingers into her, rubbing through her slippery folds to tease her clit. Leslie cries out, then seems to remember where we are and bites her lip. I smile at her, and she shakes her head. I nod, grinning like the devil himself.

I slide my fingers into her, letting out a gasp as I feel her pussy clench around my hand. I tease around the outer edges before pushing my fingers deep inside and pumping in and out with slow, long strokes.

Leslie clings to me, her teeth embedded in her lip as she tries to stop herself from screaming. I hold her tight against me, eagerly exploring her pussy with my other hand.

---