Molly Braves a Bandit (BBW Historical Erotic Romance‪)‬

When Molly’s stagecoach is hijacked by an outlaw en route to California, she fears for her safety at the hands of the notorious Black Bandit. But then he makes her a deal: in exchange for her cooperation, he’ll get her safely out West. After all, what’s safer than already having danger on her side? But when Molly starts falling for this charming bandit, is she ready to go all-in on a relationship that will change her life? Warning: this 10,000 word historical western erotic romance contains M/F rough sex, first time sex, defloration, light bondage, public sex, a curvy BBW and a smoking-hot outlaw; adults only!

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Excerpt:

After blowing out a cloud of cigarette smoke, I addressed Finn: “I’ll never let you do that again.”


“Which part of it?” He caught my free wrist, gentle and playful. “The part where I tied you up? Or the part where I left you?”


“Either.” I sucked in deep, and the lull of tobacco was beginning to make me careless. “I simply don’t enjoy being tressed up, sir.”


“Ah, but it can be enjoyable.” He still had my wrist, used it to pull me up against the side of the coach and pin me there, his body filling my line of sight. “Say…like this?”


The cigarette was almost finished anyway, but it fell from my trembling fingers at this gesture. (Finn stomped it out without a thought.) My heart beat rapidly, fear mingling with pleasure. “No,” I gasped, but with him so close, there was no retreat. So I let go of my inhibition and willingly offered my other wrist to him, slipping it into his strong hand, to do with as he would.


Finn stretched my arms above my head, holding them to the side of the stagecoach to make me arch. “It can be very enjoyable,” he promised me, “to…surrender yourself to someone else.”


I looked into his face, this cocky thrilling rogue. “Just as you’ll never do?”


“That’s right.” My heavy breasts were already straining against my buttons like this, and Finn reached down to undo the top of my dress, letting my cleavage burst from its confines. He pressed his lips to the top of my breasts. “But you, Miss Molly, shall.” With that, he pulled my hands higher, making me arch more acutely and push my voluptuous bosom into his kisses.