The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (22 page)

It was an absolute miracle that she’d managed
to come back from that edge. It was a gift from some god in heaven
that, on their honeymoon, Claire had been able to see Parker for
what he was. It was a miracle that she’s come to this conclusion in
the middle of the Montana wilderness, escaped from Parker’s grasp,
and stumbled directly into Sam’s arms. The last thing she’d
expected after fleeing from Parker was to find exactly what she
needed, exactly what she was looking for. But you don’t turn
something like that down when it presents itself!

Claire said a little prayer of thanks every
day for the fact that Sam was waiting for her that fateful day.
Waiting to show her the beauty of a relationship wherein no one is
the dominant or the submissive, where both partners are just in
love, without any labels. Sam was the epitome of everything Claire
had really wanted in a man. He made her feel safe without
protecting her in a way that was condescending. He valued her ideas
and contributed his own. He wanted the same kind of life that she
did.

It turned out that the life they both wanted
was rather simple. A house in the woods, a brood of wonderful
children, tons of time spent together in marital bliss, and great
sex. Such great sex. Sure, it certainly helped that they’d never
have to worry about money for as long as they lived, but Claire
considered that a tax that Parker should have to pay for derailing
her life momentarily. God knows, she was better off for having
gotten rid of him, but she did still wonder at times what that
situation would have looked like, had she let it play out. Her
guess was “not good, not good at all”.

How could anything compare to the happiness
she had found in life? She was a wife, mother, and artist. She was
discovering new things about herself every day and thrilled with
the person she was becoming. In her quiet moments, she did say a
little thank you to Parker for plucking her out of her shitty
apartment and giving her a peek at the world. He wasn’t worth it in
the long run, but she’d found something that was. In the
unlikeliest of places, at the edge of the world, Claire had found
her happiness.

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The following is an
excerpt from the first episode in The Billionaire's Bargain series
–
Taming Savannah

Savannah is an over-sexed coed living in the
East Village on a full ride to a prestigious NYC art school. She's
bored with school, her classmates and especially bored with the
pathetic attempts made by college boys to win her heart. When her
best friend Claire learns how she is really paying for her
above-average college lifestyle, she has some explaining to do.
Little does Savannah know that she will soon find the man that will
make her want to settle down and re-evaluate her life. Everything
is about to change as she experiences what it's like to be in a
serious relationship with a real man who can satiate her every
desire.

Read on for a small taste:

Loving the effect her touch was having on
him, she decided to see what else she could make this man do.
Savannah let her hands trace down the length of Gus’s torso,
beginning with his broad shoulders, then down the buttoned-up plane
of his chest. The professor did his best to remain cool-headed in
the face of his student’s advances, but it was useless. He knew
that giving in to her charms could put his career in jeopardy, but
with those hands, and those hips, and that succulent little pussy
waiting for him beyond the thin veil of her shorts, what on Earth
was he supposed to do? Savannah’s fingers reached the band of Gus’s
belt and she let out a small chuckle.

“I probably shouldn’t,” she cooed.

“Probably not,” Gus agreed.

“Will this affect my grade at all,
professor?”

“Don’t call me—”

“I’ll call you whatever I want
professor.”

“...Fine.”

“Lovely,” she grinned. “Now... whatever
should be do about this little situation we’ve gotten ourselves
into?”

“...Huh?”

“Let me see just how committed you are to
this course of action,” she purred, and she laid her tiny hand on
the pulsing bulge of Gus’s dick. He felt the air leave his lungs as
she caressed his swollen manhood. She fought to keep her own
breathing level, despite how excited she was. She could feel her
pussy getting wet at the thought of being fucked silly against the
hardwood desk. Still, mustn’t let him believe he was getting the
best of her. Savannah smiled naughtily at Gus and ran her hand
along the length of his cock, nodding her approval.

“Jesus...” Gus whispered, closing his eyes in
ecstasy. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about
this.”

“Oh please,” Savannah said, lowering herself
until she was straddling the ever-growing girth of Gus’s dick,
“I’ve only been in your class for, like, two weeks. Most guys have
to wait much longer.”

“I guess I must rate, huh?” Gus asked, as
Savannah began to gyrate against his cock. Her slender fingers
began undoing his academic little buttons.

“Well, I’ve always been a sucker for
professors. You know, in high school my superlative in the
unofficial year book was Most Likely to Fuck a Professor.”

“You don’t say?” Gus gasped, wrapping his
hands around the small of Savannah’s back, drawing her down upon
his pulsating cock. “I guess they were right, huh?”

“Kind of,” Savannah breathed, getting
lightheaded as Gus’s member stroked her clit through their
clothing, “Except that I was already sleeping with my high school
track coach. So, they were a little behind the—”