Curves Envy 2 - Curvy Girls Do It Better: BBW Billionaire Romance (5 page)

How did he know?

I’m about to protest when I notice in panic that he’s turning on the lights in the room before dimming them slightly.

Oh, God, I don’t have sex the first time with lights on. I much prefer the safety of darkness until I’m more at ease being naked in front of a new lover.

“Whoa. Your bedroom is impeccable and is so well decorated.” I latch on to the décor as a way out of this situation, but he reads me like a book.

“Candy, do you have a problem with me admiring your gorgeous naked body?”

Well, when you put it in such flattering terms, maybe a little light won’t hurt.
I shake my head, too shy to answer, and he grins from ear to ear.

“Good. Now, take the dress off. I want to see you disrobe and I want to be seduced by your naughty lingerie.”

Damn, he always finds the perfect words to make me feel so sexy.
I smile from under my lashes, slowly turning around and gathering my hair over my left shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“You asked me to remove my dress,” I answer, confused.

“I want to devour you with my eyes as you slip out of your dress. Don’t you dare deny me the pleasure,” he says in a commanding voice.

“When you say such intoxicating things, it’s impossible for me to refuse you.” I turn around.

I pull at the sash of my wrap dress, conscious he’s focused solely on me. I’m still determined to avoid his gaze when he takes a step and closes the gap between us.
My God, I’m so tiny next to him without my heels.
His first touch against my naked skin startles me. He caresses my neck with one hand while opening my dress fully with the other.

“Your touch is so sensual,” I say softly.

“It’s because your skin begs to be touched, Candy.”

I pull my arms out of the sleeves, letting the dress pool on the floor at my feet without ever leaving his gaze.

He inhales sharply when he lowers his eyes. “You naughty, naughty girl. You’re wearing garter belts.”

“Maybe.” I surely wasn’t going to walk here unequipped. Garter belts are the most incredible creation ever. It doesn’t matter if you’re skinny or a voluptuous plus-size girl, men always lose it when they cast their hungry eyes on a pair of these babies. Since I only own Sexy Curves lingerie, it was a matter of selecting the design sure to stop his heart. From his reaction, I’d say he likes this vintage-inspired style, which marries sheer black and a delicate pale pink floral motif. I hope the see-through fabric revealing my nipples and hugging my ass gives him a hard-on. 

“Holy shit, you look dangerous in these. I’m not even going to attempt to figure out which pieces of our collection you’re wearing, but this is a heart-arresting combo on you. They are so seductively hot, I’m considering ripping them off with my teeth.” He’s trailing his eyes down my body and even more slowly back up to my face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more desired in my life than I do right here, right now.

“Please be gentle,” I whisper, and for a brief moment, something raw flashes in his eyes.

“Hmph, perhaps that’s a request you might have for one of the boys you’ve been with in the past, but you should know I don’t do gentle. Life is too short to tiptoe. Your beautiful body is mine for the taking and I intend on having you the way I want—hard and rough.” His finger traces the contour of my trembling lips.

“Oh.” I exhale when the impact of his words fully hits me.

These are uncharted territories for me and he leaves me speechless. No one has ever been so commanding with me before. Perhaps I should be offended by his boldness, but I’m lapping up every second of it.

“Do I shock you?”

I nod instead of answering, locking my gaze into his.

“I’m about to shock you even more, sweetness.” He fists my panties and rips them to shreds.

“Ah,” I gasp, panting, surprised by how quickly my panties came undone.

“Remind me to ask my assistant to send you one set of each of our collections on Monday morning. You look too damn good in them and I have a bad habit of ripping them apart to have free access to your pussy.” His smile is dangerous as his eyes devour me from head to toe.

“You don’t have to…” I start, unsure I should accept his gift.

“It’s not a suggestion, sweetness.”

“Oh, of course.”
Christ.
A part of me is scorning myself for accepting such an over-the-top gift from a near stranger, but another part of me is exhilarated at the idea of parading my new collection of lingerie for him. “I’m not sure what else you can say that would leave me more tongue-tied.”

“Do you see the large mirror over there?”

“Yes,” I respond nervously.

“I want you on your knees in front of it so I can fully take in your big round ass as I pound your mouth with my cock. I want to come gushing at the back of your throat while I admire your wiggling butt in the mirror as I stand in front of you, dominating you.”

I can’t say I’m usually comfortable giving blowjobs to guys. It’s always so messy and I feel awkward. Until this moment, I could have truly lived for the rest of my life without ever going down on another man, but Max is different—I desperately want to suck him dry.
What is it about this guy? Since meeting him, he’s transformed me into this daring woman I don’t recognize.

“It seems I’ve shocked you even more.” He grins, reaching down to his waist.

I nod. My stomach is in knots, but it’s an exhilarating sensation.

“Are you willing to submit yourself totally to me tonight? Whatever I want, you provide. No protests. No questions asked.”

I’ve never considered giving myself so wholly to a man, but standing so close to his rock-hard body, I can’t think of anything more thrilling than surrendering to him.

“Yes.” I tremble like a leaf, amazed at how his raunchy words turn me on.

“Candy, are you sure you’re willing to allow me to fuck your mouth until you can’t take it anymore, pound your pussy with my hungry cock until you come screaming out my name and make you forget every other teenage boy who’s ever pretended to fuck you?”

“I’m totally yours, Max,” I whisper.

“Louder,” he orders.

“Yes. Take me. Do with me as you wish. I want it all. I need it all. Please,” I beg. God, I don’t even recognize my own voice and I can’t explain the source of this insatiable yearning.

Victory flashes on his face. “I love it when we’re on the same page,” he drawls.

I watch him watch me as he unzips his jeans and rolls them down before stepping out of them. Without wasting a second, he strips out of his boxer briefs and he stands in front of me—as gorgeous as a Greek god. My eyes bulge when I see his cock.
Mother of God, George might not be the best reference, but Max is huge.

“I hope you like what you see,” he declares, pulling his Henley shirt over his head before flinging it to the other side of the room.

I catch my breath. “You’re massive.” His impossibly hard cock is intimidating. As my eyes trail up his torso, I gasp.

If I were a gambling woman, I would have lost good money. Although dimmed, the light is bright enough to allow me to make out the tattoo running from the top of his left shoulder all the way down to his wrist. I’m so fascinated, I forget a drop-dead gorgeous guy is standing in front of me naked.

“Your arm…” I open my mouth, but I’m unable to explain my hesitation. Perhaps the fear stems from the fact I’ve never been with a man with tattoos before.
Men with tattoos are usually bad, aren’t they?

“Does it surprise you?”

“It does.”

“Why? I don’t look like the bad-boy type who would get inked?”

“Honestly, you don’t.”

“We all have something we’re hiding, Candy. Something so deep and so personal very few people in the world know the secret we’re so desperately trying to preserve. Does this make sense to you?”

Oh, very much so.

He strokes my cheek as I trace the outline of his chest. His face is extremely serious and I’m too intimidated to touch his intricate body art, so I stare, intrigued.

“There’s a long story behind this tattoo, but right now, I want your lips around my dick so badly I can barely think. We’ll have to wait until morning for me to share more.”

He turns around and walks towards the mirror, giving me a prime view of his firm round ass.
Damn.

“Remove the stockings and the garter belt. I want your pussy ready for the taking.”

I obey, slowly undoing the snaps before rolling down the thin stockings. I drop each one of them on the floor near me and I wiggle out of the delicate lace fabric hugging my thighs. I’m quite aware his eyes are on me—analyzing every single one of my movements. I catch sight of his erection from under my lashes and I hold my breath.

If he fucks me with his massive cock, I won’t be able to walk for days, if not weeks.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to slowly take off your bra. As pretty as it is, I want to be able to squeeze your tits while I fuck your mouth.”

“Max, you’re so raw.” The words come out before I’m able to catch myself.

“It’s a problem?”

“On the contrary. It’s a turn-on. I don’t think I can take much more.”

“I’ll decide what you can take and what you can’t. Remove the bra and then come over here.”

Reaching behind me with shaking hands, I unhook my bra and pull one strap down. As I ready myself to pull down the second one, my breasts fall so heavy against my chest they collide. I lift my eyes and hold his gaze flirtatiously before extending my arm to let the bra drop to the floor. We both follow the falling lingerie before locking eyes again. I’m not sure what’s taken over me, but I cup my bare breasts, pulling my nipples, and arch my back with pleasure. His eyes are fixated on my fingers as I squeeze and pull my engorged boobs. I’m so taken by the moment, I lift one heavy breast and bring it to my mouth. I lick my hard nipple so daringly, I swear I feel the gush of my juices running down my thighs. I never leave his gaze. I want him to know how much I want him.
Jesus, I’ve never done anything this sensual in my life in front of a man.

“Do you have any clue what you’re doing to me right now?” His voice is strained and his eyes are filled with raw desire. “Come here, Candy.” I get on my toes and I glide towards him. I barely have time to get close before he reaches out both hands to grab my breasts.

“Shit.” I tilt my head back at his warm touch. “Fuck, I want you.” My words leave me feeling more exposed than being naked in front of him.

“Do you?”

“Mm-hmm. Badly.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get all of me. Now, get on your knees, open your pretty mouth and make me come.” He points down in front of him without another word.

I slide to the floor and I realize being naked in front of him for the first time doesn’t bother me nearly as much as I had feared. As I steady myself, he fists his cock and it strains, massive in his hands, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I’m certain he’s going to rip me in half. But would I be able to resist him?

Max has so much power over me. If you had told me two weeks ago I’d let a man have this much control, I would have laughed because most of the men I’ve been with were wimps. I can’t imagine it any other way now. I don’t have to focus on anything else but the aching need possessing my body and the single, overpowering craving—for him.

“I doubt I’ll be able to take you fully in,” I say, mesmerized by his size.

“I’m sure you’ll manage. Place your hands behind your back and interlace your fingers. I don’t want to see your hands move. Do you understand me?”

I nod.

“Answer me, Candy,” he growls.

“I understand. I can’t move my hands.”

“Good girl. Now open wide, sweetness.”

Without warning, he plunges his dick into my mouth in one single stroke. He hits the back of my throat with such brute force, I nearly gag.
Oh my God, he’s huge.
He doesn’t stop, not for one second. He grips my hair in his fist and thrusts again, hungry, even savage, filling my mouth like no man has ever done before him, setting my body on fire like a volcano.

“Look at your big, beautiful, naked ass wiggling. What a fucking amazing view,” he teases. “And it’s all mine to enjoy.”

I lift my eyes towards his face and I moan into his cock.

“Have you ever wrapped your pouty lips around a dick this thick, Candy?” he asks as he buries his hands in my hair, yanking my face down, controlling the tempo. “Those scrawny teenage boys with small dicks you’ve been fucking can’t measure up.”

I shake my head instead of answering, refusing to let go of him for even one second. What is there to say? He’s the biggest man I’ve ever taken into my mouth—period.

“Hmmm,” I moan, closing my lips around his erection and sucking, sucking, sucking.

I’m used to soft and steady blowjobs, but this isn’t it. Max is delivering on his promise and he’s fucking my mouth fast, hard and deep.

He’s merciless.

“Take me in deeper,” he commands as he rocks his hips back and forth.

I inhale into his cock to prepare myself for the next swing of his hips and to my surprise I take him all the way.

“You’re such a dirty girl. You’re eating my big dick like a famished woman,” he chuckles. He leans into me and pinches my right nipple so hard, I squeal as the intoxicating current travels down to my throbbing nub. My head is still spinning from the experience when he slaps my left breast so hard it jiggles against my chest, sending me into an erotic frenzy.

Shit.

“Yeah, don’t ever forget it. From now on, those magnificently huge tits of yours are mine. I can suck, bite and tease them at will. I love how they’re so heavy, they hang ready for me to wrap my lips around them.” His words are so certain. “Since meeting you, I’ve been dreaming of fucking your tits and leaving my white mark all over them.” He’s not asking, he’s warning me of things to come.

I don’t care if he’s demanded I keep my hands clutched behind my back. I don’t give a damn if my body is rising and falling with every stroke he delivers. Who gives a fuck if I can’t control his cadence or how deep he hits the back of my throat. All I care about is making him come hard.