Fighter's Curvy Virgin (A Steamy Alpha BBW First Time Romance)

By Amber Branley

Jason:

She comes up to me for an autograph, just like all the others who I barely notice. But this girl's different, and she immediately catches my eye.

For starters, she's curvy in all the right places. And I'm not gonna lie – I've got a thing for that. For another, she's absolutely gorgeous – I'm talking heart-fluttering good looking. With a face and body like that, she's got to be mine.

 

Emma:

I can't believe he's paying any attention to me. He's world famous and has so many women lusting over him, and yet he's looking at me like I'm the only thing he could ever ask for. But why me? I'm chubby, inexperienced, and definitely not in his league... But the way he looks at me makes me feel so desired...

I'm a virgin, and I wonder if I'll be able to handle his size.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Branley
• Release date: Aug 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223666004

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Fighter’s Curvy Virgin

A Steamy Alpha BBW First Time Romance

Copyright, 2023, All Rights Reserved

Amber Branley

Table of Contents

1. Jason

2. Emma

3. Jason

4. Emma

5. Jason

6. Emma

7. Jason

8. Emma

9. Jason

10. Emma

11. Jason

12. Emma

13. Jason

14. Emma

Jason

She comes up to me for an autograph, just like all the others who I barely notice. But this one’s different, and she immediately catches my eye.

For starters, she’s curvy in all the right places. And I’m not gonna lie – I got a thing for that. For another, she’s drop dead gorgeous – I’m talking heart-stopping good looking. It goes beyond the curves. With a face like that, she’s got to be mine.

The crowd is still going wild since I won the fight. I’m holding a pen in my right hand and I quickly drop it down and sign my name on her poster, a slick print of me winning the first professional fighter of my life. She looks into my eyes and looks like she’s on the verge of tears after I finish scribbling my name. She’s smiling from ear-to-ear, and it’s adorable..

She turns to go, expecting no more, I guess. I’ve already made her day. But I put my hand on her shoulder and stop her. She twists around; confusion showing on her face. Her jaw drops a little, like she doesn’t know what’s happening – like she can’t believe what’s happening.

I lean in close and whisper in her ear, softly so no one else can hear. Meet me upstairs in ten minutes by room 409.

She nods her head, appearing dazed and utterly confused, and then I pat her back and give her a wink. She stumbles back off into the crowd and I sign a few more autographs before waving goodbye to my cheering fans and trying to say loud enough for them to hear: Sorry, folks, that’s all the time I got.

Five minutes later I’ve changed clothes in the locker room and I’m taking the private elevator up to the third floor. The hallways are deserted – thank god no paparazzi are waiting for me – and I see her standing outside the door of room 409. The room doesn’t have any special meaning to me – it was just a number I picked on the spot. I couldn’t think of anywhere else to meet her, or at least anywhere as secluded as this, away from prying eyes.

I don’t know what she’s expecting from me. And I don’t know what I’m expecting from her. But I had to see her away from that loud crowd, away from all the noise. I couldn’t let her just walk away and that be the end