Taking Her Curves (BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance) (6 page)

Well, mostly. I'm still convinced I don't
deserve him. But we don't always get what we deserve. Sometimes we
get so much more.

The wedding was a press coverage
extravaganza.. I figured I only had to endure it for a bit...once
they realized I was a boring, everyday person, they'd give up and
look for their next tabloid fueling trainwreck. The vows were said,
exchanged...I remember looking over the crowd. My family was flown
in, perfectly happy for me, along with a few friends from the
office and Kat.

Will's side...was a bit more barren. His
little sister managed to wrest herself away from Allison, but it
seems if he had any uncles, aunts, or other family they had chosen
to take the sour word about our matrimony. Looking at Will that
day, however, showed me how little he cared as long as I was there.
I was his family now, and I was what mattered to him.

A happy blur filled with cake, photos, over
elaborate dresses I had to keep fighting myself not to trip over.
Lots of smiling, and nodding. If this was to be the rest of my
life, well, happiness achieved, and you can't beat that.

We were shuffled onto the plane, on another
globe-wide adventure that he didn't tell me where we were going
until the last possible moment. I didn't particularly care
either...Will would make it wonderful even if his idea of a
honeymoon was in the middle of a barren wasteland.

It was a Caribbean island of course...I
couldn't tell you which one. While on the plane, he explained that
so many of them have become touristy and mainstream, that you could
miss the natural beauty a lot of the time. The particular island
was still unspoiled by industry. I waited on that plane for him to
jump me as he did before, take me, make him his...but he never did.
In fact, it's been since our last plane trip together that we
embraced each other so wholly...

Will insisted on carrying me over the
threshold to our suite. He was a fit man, and he pulled it off,
despite me insisting that walking would have been just fine. He
dropped me on that bed, and stood over me arms crossed.

"All that time apart, Suzanne... As they say,
absence can make the heart grow fonder."

"You aren't going to make me wait longer, are
you, Will?" I looked up at him, expectantly.

"Maybe that's exactly what I intend to do, my
curvy diamond..."

He lowered his body over me, letting his soft
hand run over my bare shoulder, down to the top of my chest,
inching closer to my breasts, but not going near the most sensitive
spots. He pressed his lips to mine, sending out his tongue between
us, letting it tangle with my own, letting our saliva mix, enjoying
the massage that the other brought us.

His sly grin widened as he went down my
sides, goosebumps forming all over my body, getting a firm grip on
my thick sides, before going down to my soft rear, a handful that
pulled me up to him.

"Anticipate everything...let that desire
build in you." He snapped upwards, and circled up to my breasts,
after giving every nerve a sample of his touch. He slowly pulled
down the cups, baring my tits, but avoiding the areola...only
circling around and around the edge of it. I reached for them
myself, but he was quick to slap my hands down. "You do nothing
except relish it, yearn for it."

Thumbs continued to linger around me, as I
ached for him...and then he delivered, letting me shudder in
delight. He rubbed those ample tits, myself cooing loudly from his
touches. I let my eyes close, rest, to fully savor every motion he
visited upon me. He truly relished every bit, every curve as his
hot breath ran down my neck, over that skin, letting that tongue
roll over me, revisiting those breasts.

Licks up and down, kept those fires roaring.
My breasts were sensitive, but I would never come from stimulation
there alone. I needed something more...but here we were, dragging
me further along with his worship, his little nibbles onto those
breasts. My breaths grew heavy, my heart pounding.

As he suckled me, he eased that dress down,
gentle with it, a heirloom for later on in our life, regardless of
how easy it would be to replace. The fabric was worked into my
thighs and legs as it was caressed down my skin, every single he
thing he did out to tease me, make me want him even more.

Sadly, his lips left my nipples, traveling
down my abdomen to white panties of a wedding gown, his hands
rushing over the pantyhose of the whole get up, up my thighs.
Flashing me his sinful intent,his hands circled around my guarded
secrets, pressing into my clit, a sudden flare of bliss through
me...and he fanned that fire, pushing the fabric through my
sensitive folds, using it to prod me and entice me.

I reached for him again, to pet his hair, to
encourage him to go further with me. But he was quick in pinning
down my wrists, snapping me a glare to do what I was told, and let
him continue build that anticipation through me. He let up on my
hands, turning them to that waistbands of those panties, pulling
down on them and sliding them delicately down my thighs and legs,
exposing me to him.

The cool air of the room caressed into my
soaked pussy, my heart racing as I was certain I was finally going
to be able to get that release he was building so delicately within
me, especially as he took a single finger, and ran it around the
perimeter outside my entrance, flicking my clit as he passed
it.

He needed to thunder in there, power into my
slit, hard and fast, and make me scream his name, and that's all it
would have taken to make me happy. But instead...he pulled
completely away from me, and dug into one of the bags pre-delivered
to our room for us. "Anticipation is wonderful, isn't it, my curvy
diamond?"

In my haze, I watched as he introduced out
the next instrument of my pleasure. A dildo... and a fancy one at
that. It looked to be made of some curious skin-emulating material,
probably made to keep heat more effectively. It struck me as odd,
since Will was never the one who enjoyed toys so fully, but I
waited with curious intrigue as he approached me, running his hand
over me again.

He teased the device at my entrance, bouncing
it around me, never fully inserting it. The free hand let its
fingers roam to the other end, towards my behind, towards my hole
that had only known his love. He slid his finger back there, and
ignited those sensations once more, prodding that pucker, and
easing it in, preparing it for some evil thought of his.

I groaned a bit as he pushed deeper and
deeper, the now familiar experience of being filled back there
revisiting me, and blurring into the cocktail of warmth and
sensation that was already building inside. He thrust it in and
out, tinges and waves of pleasure coming through me.

His true intents became clear as he moved
that dildo from teasing my pussy towards that hole, withdrawing his
finger, and easing it back in. It was warm to the touch, and felt
all the quite real is it squirmed in. Never as good as Will's cock
would have been, but it was more than enough to get my attention
and keep my eyes open, and keeping those waves of pleasure flowing
through me.

Deeper, and deeper, until it could go no
further, pushing against my depths, teasing them. He left it there,
the pressure inside of me so full. Will, happy with his work, ran
his fingers across my pussy, watching the contortions of my face.
"Please, Will..."

His other hand undid his belt, and the button
of his pants, dropping them down, right behind his boxers. Tearing
off his shirt, his tie, and everything else. I watched as that sexy
body that against all rationality and common sense had somehow
become mine to treasure stood before me in all of its glory. I
smiled as he stepped in, His cock pulsing, drifting so close, close
enough that its intense heat seared against my thigh, against the
pussy that wanted it so badly.

The ache of pleasure so completely consumed
me. "Please, Will...this is torture..."

He urged himself forward, so that the head of
his cock was now clipping the walls of my slit, bumping into the
clit. So close, I could taste the orgasm that awaited me...but at
the same time, it seemed so far away from me. The prodding of his
rod just made everything worse. He stared at me, raising an
eyebrow. "Please...what, my curvy diamond?"

"Please fuck me..."

He saw the pain of want on my face. And with
his wealth, he had the power to eradicate such things, just as he
did here, sliding himself so fully into me.

I didn't come from that alone, but it was
pretty close. A surge of nirvana ran through me, every nerve in my
body flaring up, aching for orgasm, that he was now seeking to
deliver me to. His hands gripped my round cheeks, firmly holding
onto those curves that he so relished and loved, using them to hold
steady his pounding into me.

After so much anticipation, his warm cock
inside me was ambrosia. The sum of all of his teasing, and the
exquisite dildo deep inside my ass pushed me higher beyond what I
usually expected out of my time with him...he made me beg, plead,
and now I was screaming for him, my moans and sounds a symphony of
delight to his ears. His arms crossed around me, pulling me closer,
my breasts rubbing against his chest. as he held me steady.

One last sound of sweet release rung through
the room as he delivered me to my final destination on this
wondrous journey. Consumed fully by an explosion of bliss, boiling
over, leaving my entire body flaring and aching with the intense
joy he had engineered. The shudders rolled down into my pussy,
squeezing him, milking him, and bringing him to paradise right
along side me.

In my haze, I saw his own delight, and the
torrents of seed flooding inside of me, coating me with their love
and warmth. I held my husband close...still unable to fully
understand why he was my husband.

In one another's arms, we breathed heavily,
trying to recover from the past hours thrills. I never wanted to
let him go, even as he tried to pull away and the mess he had left
within me leaked out behind him, cooling on my thigh. "...I love
you, Will..." I somehow managed in my exhaustion.

"More than mutual, my Suzanne...no more
fears...no more doubts... you are mine now, and nothing or no one
in this world shall change that."

We rarely get what we deserve, usually ending
up with something worse. But when it turns out to be greater than
we believe we ought to have...why not accept it with open arms?

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"You went too far, Katherine. You can't say
such things to our competitors."

"I thought you said they were useless?"

"That doesn't mean you can call them idiots,
morons, and tell them to go back to kindergarten because they can't
add two and two together."

"Hey, even I could tell the deals they were
offering were horrendously bad. They deserved every bit."

"That doesn't mean you tell them that.
Especially not under my name!" Glum became anger, his voice rising.
"I trusted you would know this."

"You told me to tell off a spoiled rich guy.
I got carried away."

"Do you want this company to fail?"

Honestly...I didn't know. William West could
rot in hell, but so far...I kinda liked Leon.

"Do you?" He raised his gaze to mine, and
took off his glasses slowly, his eyes deadly serious. There was
something in there besides being upset... but I couldn't say what.
"This isn't the time for jokes. You have to be disciplined for
this."

"Uhm... What do you have in mind...?"
Discipline was a weird word to use for my supposed screw up.

He pushed himself up to stand tall, and
walked around his desk. There was something about him as he loomed
closer to me, and went behind me. "Lean over the desk
Katherine."

"Excuse me?"

"Discipline."

"O...kay." I placed my arms on the desk,
spread my legs apart. Thoughts rushed through my head. "Whatever
you're planning, someone might be by in a bit. A janitor or
something..."

"The janitor only cleans my office in the
mornings." A beat passed, and a snap. I let out a sudden gasp as
his hand came down and struck my ass. I tried to turn my face to
look at him, only to receive another spank. Even through the fabric
of my skirt and panties, the pain of his quick strikes was
apparent. My thoughts wouldn't process before I was interrupted by
yet another blow.