Curves Envy 2 - Curvy Girls Do It Better: BBW Billionaire Romance (8 page)

“The boys you’ve dated in the past are fools for not demanding you expose yourself to them twenty-four seven. When you’re around me I want to be able to admire your beautiful curves as often as I can—preferably naked.”

As always, his words are intoxicating, but suddenly I feel very insecure about being here at his place. I’m starting to have serious doubts about last night. It might be best for me to leave now.

“Max, maybe last night was a mistake. Maybe we got carried away with the food, the champagne, the mood and the view. It’s not too late to forget taking things too far,” I confess, biting my lower lip.

“You want to call what we shared a mistake? Or are you too scared to acknowledge our strong connection?” He glides towards me and I turn away to avoid the sight of his budding erection. “Is it the age difference? I’m sure I’m older than most of the other men you’ve been with.”

“Yes, you are, but it’s more than your age.”

“What is it? Tell me, because I can’t see it.”

“I’m sure you want to take good care of the legacy your uncle left you. Don’t worry, I love your collections and it won’t be too difficult for me to give them a positive review since they are so flattering to plus-size women.” I switch into this detached corporate persona, hoping to protect my feelings when he also comes to the realization we moved too quickly last night.

He doesn’t answer. He simply stares down at me with a dark and serious gaze. Even with my hands covering my breasts and my pussy, I feel more naked than ever in front of him. I’m so nervous right now, conscious of his disapproving gaze, and I continue to babble, unable to withstand the silence. “I mean really, look at me, I must be nothing like the women you’re used to sleeping with. You must be on a steady diet of beautiful models.”

“You’re right. I do have a thing for models.”

A sinking feeling hits me like a rock.
I knew it.

“My uncle’s divisions have given me plenty of opportunities to date a few gorgeous models—as long as they were plus-size beauties.”

Huh? Did he say he’s dated plus-size models?

“My father, who is as WASP and as Anglo as can be, has always worshipped women with curves. He’s instilled in me the love of big tits I can suck on, a round ass I can slap at will, wide hips I can ride like a rodeo cowboy and curves wet dreams are made of. Interestingly enough, all three Keller boys have a thing for voluptuous women.”

“You don’t have to lie on my account, Max.” I’m unwilling to accept his words.
I find it difficult to believe this could be this easy.

“Are you telling me the way I fucked you last night leads you to believe it was all a lie?”

“I’ll be honest with you, standing right here in front of you in broad daylight… I don’t know what to believe anymore. There’s a part of me dying to believe you really wanted to be with me, but there’s another part of me riddled with doubt at the idea that any man can find my body remotely attractive.”

“I’m very certain of what I want and what I don’t want in life. Candy, I love every part of your body. I want to have something to hold on to when I’m in bed with a woman. Why the hell would I waste my time with a skinny bitch when I can gorge on a luscious full-size beauty like you?”

Why am I resisting him so much?
His words are so disarming, I drop my hands from my breasts and let my arms fall to my side. Instinctively I lift my head towards him, seeking his lips. He solves my dilemma, gripping my hair and kissing me so hard he forces me to part my lips. The demanding thrust of his tongue makes me think of how much I lost it last night when he lapped at my clit so skillfully.
God.
His kiss is so passionate and each time he moves his rock-solid cock bumps against my stomach, each touch a jolt of sensation. My hands clutch at his sides and I don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.
I really shouldn’t be doing this.

“Candy, you have no idea how much I wanted you last night… and that was just a warm-up. Today, I want to do dirty things you’ll be ashamed to tell people about. Are you willing to go there with me?”

My fingers tighten around his waist as I try to find my eroding balance before giving in more and more into his desire.

“Max… I don’t…” My body is flaming out of control and he’s barely touched me. Although a part of me is protesting, I want his hands all over me.

“It’s all right, Candy. I want you to lose it,” he whispers as he lifts my chin with his finger. It’s as if he can see right through me.

When he sucks my tongue into his mouth, I fear the aching need growing inside will take over all my senses. Slowly and passionately, he kisses me forever and by the time he raises his head to meet my gaze, my fingers are clawing his back holding on for dear life.

“I hope you don’t kiss all the guys you meet like this. Please tell me you reserve this sort of passion only for men you flash in the lobby of luxury hotels.”

I laugh into his mouth. “I reserve this display of affection for men who fuck me as well as you do.”

“Good, because I need a lot of your affection.” He lowers his eyes and I follow his gaze. I’m greeted by a massive erection I’m aching to jump on. “Do you see what you do to me? I can’t even contain myself around you. I must have made you come at least four times last night, but I want more of you.”

“Seriously?” I bite off a smile. Wow. Max’s words make me feel like a queen. He strips me of my inhibitions and entices me to dare to explore a side of my sexuality I never even knew existed.

“Fuck, yes.” His hungry stare melts me like a marshmallow over a campfire. His hand grips my head and he crashes my mouth against his.
How can he be so rough so early in the morning?
His tongue swipes into my mouth, his kisses eager and hungry. We’re all lips and tongues as he sucks and bites my lip.

“Ouch.” I giggle. The tiny pain is fueling my desire for him.

“Too rough?”

“You took me by surprise, but please don’t stop,” I beg into his mouth as I give my lips to him.

“Good, because I have no intention of slowing down until you scream out my name and come undone with my cock deep inside your hungry pussy.”

“Please don’t make me wait, sir,” I answer flirtatiously.

“I was going to suggest we go back to bed so I can punish you for ever doubting I like your body just the way it is, but on second thought, I think we should both come with New York at our feet.” His lustful gaze is on my face, his fingertip trailing along my collarbone, awakening nerves throughout my entire body.

“What did you have in mind?”

Suddenly, he threads his fingers into my hair and forces my body down to the wooden floor. We both lie at the base of this massive window, wrapped in a passionate embrace. I tangle my hands in his hair as he strokes my nipple with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard before releasing.

“Jesus Christ.” I tilt my head back to contain the sweet pleasure.

“Mmmm, you taste almost as good as you did last night,” he moans into my boobs.

“What’s changed in the last few hours?” My eyes are closed to fully savor every single flicker of his tongue against my peak.

“My appetite for you is increasing by the minute,” he chuckles. “It simply means I’ll need a lot more of you in order to feel as satisfied as I did the first night I had you. I hope you won’t have an issue with me fucking you more often?”

“I was worried for a minute. I thought you’d already had enough of me.”

“I think that’s unlikely to happen anytime soon, sweetness.” His mouth moves to my left breast. He licks me with such vigor before flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue. The thrilling sensation is like a rush.

“Ah.” A deep cry storms from my core.

“What do you want me to do to you, Candy?”

Am I in control here?
“What do you want to do to me?”

“I asked you a specific question and I expect a specific answer.”

Hoping to avoid having to be decisive, I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, hearing a sharp gasp from him as he grabs my jaw and pushes my head against the floor. Max shakes his head and gently brushes my hand away, causing me to frown like a child he’s reprimanded.

“You grabbing my cock is not the answer I was looking for.”

“I’m not used to telling a man what I want.”

“Why don’t we start right now? Tell me what you want and I’ll let you know if I’m in the mood to give it to you or not.”

Even when he asks me what I want, he’s fully in charge.

“Okay… I like it when you lick me,” I let out shyly.

“Much better. Where do you want me lick you?”

“Don’t make me say it. You know exactly where.”

“If you don’t tell me right now, you can forget about it. I’ll leave you here and I’ll march downstairs to make coffee.” His eyes are dead serious.

He can’t possibly threaten me like this. He knows how I dissolved against his tongue.

“Max…” I close my eyes and inhale, mustering the courage to allow the words to leave my lips. “I want you…”
Crap.
“I mean…”
Breathe in. You can do this.
“Please lick my pussy until I come and then fuck me hard enough to make me forget every man before you,” I let out in one sweep, afraid I’ll stop myself from being honest with him. Slowly peeking one eye open, I find a gorgeous man grinning down at me.

“Was that so hard?”

“Yes, and you know it.”

“You’re in luck. My plans this morning involved gorging on your wet pussy and giving you a good fuck before breakfast.”

Without waiting one more minute, Max slides down my body and spreads open my legs so quickly I barely have time to take a breath. He latches onto my clit and sucks hard. I groan loudly and arch my back, feeling his strong hands wrapped around my ankles, spreading me wide open before planting my feet flat down against the wooden floor.
For the love of God.
I’m completely exposed to him and I try to stretch out my legs, but he holds me in place with a firm grip.

“You asked me to lick you. Move again and I stop.”

I lift my head and stare down my body into bright hazel eyes.

“You only get one warning, Candy.”

I nod, letting him know I have no intention of robbing myself of this man’s touch, and lay my head back down.
Jesus. I’m fully opened in front of a window in broad daylight. There’s nowhere for me to hide. He can see every imperfection.

He holds my gaze as he trails sweet kisses down my inner thighs. “You’re trying to hide from me, but you have no idea how beautiful you are. Every part of you—your soft stomach, your luscious thighs, your incredible big tits, and especially here.” His hands brush between my legs and I whimper. “I want to see all of you. Now if you’ll allow me to continue what I had started, or do you intend on stealing from me the pleasure of tasting your sweet pussy?”

His words dissolve my fears and I allow myself to let go of my anxiety.
I’m yours.
I open myself up to him, ready to come against his tongue.

He doesn’t bother to wait for an answer. His fingers are already deep inside my wetness—my eagerness.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I gyrate my hips against him as he slowly strokes up the length of my pussy and around my clit, licking me like a lollipop. “Oh, don’t stop.” I want him to pull me into his mouth and suck me hard, knowing perfectly well I will lose it completely when he applies enough pressure against my sensitive nub. But he doesn’t. Max keeps up the rhythm of his soft caress, teasing slightly over or under my clit and driving me absolutely insane. He only flickers his tongue over my hard node just enough to make me squeeze his head between my thighs before he plunges his tongue inside my wetness.

“Oh, Max,” I exhale.

“Are you close?”

“I’m going to explode.” I can’t believe he’s able to get me there so quickly. My climax is looming and my body is already convulsing against the hardwood floor under his skilled mouth.

“Candy, you’re pulsating against my tongue and it’s driving me fucking nuts. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll think last night was a rehearsal.” His devilish half-smile makes my pulse stutter.

He laps at my pussy slowly, swirling and dipping, brushing over my clit.
Jesus, he’s killing me here.
I can’t stand it anymore and I yank my hips up to make him go where I desperately need him, but his hand clamps on to my stomach.

“You’re cruel. Please… a little lower,” I beg, gyrating my hips in circular motions as I tilt my head back.

“Are you always so impatient in the morning?” he mocks. “Let’s get one thing straight. From now on, I control your pleasure.
Lick.
“I’m in no rush to make you come.”
Lick.
“This is too good.”
Lick.
“I can continue to tease around your clit for the next thirty minutes to drive you out of your mind.”
Lick.
“What do you think about my little idea, sweetness?”
Lick.

“Christ, you can’t be serious,” I bark in frustration.
I’m going to go mental if I don’t come now.

Quickly dropping my hand to my pussy, I go to rub my clit with my two favorite fingers when he grabs my hand, forcing it down to the wooden floor.

“Fucking shit,” I curse, irritated by his denial of my gratification.

“What are you doing, Candy?”

“Why are you punishing me like this?” I whimper, on the verge of tears.

“It has nothing to do with punishing you. I want to linger on the pleasure.” His breath is so warm against my aching pussy it’s intoxicating. “The more you rush me, the more I’ll tease you.” His cocky grin lets me know how much he’s enjoying my agony. “Let go and I’ll give you what you crave.” As if to make good on his promise, Max licks my clit, rubbing the peak of my node with his tongue, and I pant. “Play nice and I’ll play even nicer. Your orgasms are mine now and you come when I want you to lose it.”
Uh, well, if you’re going to put it like that, I’m okay with you taking the lead
. “You want to touch your pussy until you come? You know perfectly well you’ll never climax as hard as you do when I tongue-fuck you.”
Lick
. I shake. “You must know that by now?”