Curves Envy 2 - Curvy Girls Do It Better: BBW Billionaire Romance (7 page)

“You’re almost there. It won’t roll down because you have it the wrong way,” he mocks. “If you keep tugging at my cock like this with the condom, I won’t be able to fuck you because I’ll be in so much pain. Try again,” he says, reaching onto the floor to grab another one.

“Oh, okay.”

I take the second condom he throws onto the bed and I unroll it with tentative fingers and place it on top of his very big erection. “Dammit,” I let out, annoyed. The whole process seems to take an eternity, but to my surprise, Max patiently strokes my hair. I take a breath to calm down and I finally manage to slide the darn condom over him, cautious to avoid ripping the shield along the way.

“Candy, you’re rolling this so carefully—too carefully. It’s as if you’re covering a glass object instead of my hungry cock.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m impatient to fuck you so hard the bed drops into the penthouse below us, but you’re taking your sweet time.”

“Oh, jeez.” I blush.

“I love it when you come all over my mouth and looking down at your lips wrapped around my cock as I fist your hair is surreal, but nothing will replace being inside you for the first time.”

Dang.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

He smiles and strokes my cheek. “You don’t have to say a thing, sweetness.” He leans down and kisses my forehead.

“Good news, I got it all the way.” I beam proudly, looking at his throbbing dick.

“You did, didn’t you?” I’m expecting him to return my smile, but instead he flashes an evil grin before pulling the condom off and tossing it away. “Let’s start from scratch.”

“What did you do that for? I had it right. You said so yourself,” I lament.

“You did, but do it again and this time don’t be so tentative. I want you to put the condom on decisively so I can fuck you and unleash my fury on you.”

His rawness catches me off guard and turns me on at the same time. I grab the third condom Max throws at me and I rip it open with my teeth. I slide out the shield from the packet and I cover his cock in one swift movement—without any hesitations.

“And now?” I ask anxiously.

He looks down at his cock and his cheeks crease into a huge smile. “Perfect.”

“Yes! I got it right.”

He straddles me and places his cock right at my entrance. Without even having to reach down, I know I’m dripping wet again.

“Put my cock inside your warm pussy, Candy,” he whispers so low I barely hear him, but the electricity burning from his eyes is unmistakable.

“Damn,” I exhale when the impact of his words hit me. Max pushes onto his hands to give me more space to slide my hands between our bodies until I reach his cock. My first instinct is to shove him deep inside me so I can be dominated by his power, but something takes over me. Instead of swallowing his dick with my pussy, I rub Max’s erection over my wetness. “Ohhhh,” I let out, closing my eyes, and a small moan slips from me before I can catch myself. “Your cock is going to be my undoing,” I whisper.

“I feel the same about your pussy,” he whispers back.

I lick my lips and I flutter my lashes open so I can look down at the space between us, watch myself play with him and observe his reaction as I tease my clit with the head of his dick.
This is insanely hot.

“I could come just by rubbing your cock against my nub,” I sigh.

“You could, but you’d be missing out.”

I run my free hand up his chest and I cup his neck, murmuring, “I think you’re right.”

“I’m warning you, I can’t be gentle. I want you too much.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle.”

“Good.”

Max slides in carefully at first, but once he’s halfway inside me, he rams in with such force I gasp. As he thrusts in and out of me, crushing my body with his weight, I start my slow and blissful descent into the chasm of ecstasy. I look up at him, but I no longer seem to be able to see his face. Waves of pleasure take over me and I can only focus on one thing—feeling him filling me up.

“Look at you. Your eyes are glazed and I haven’t even gotten started yet.” Max has barely delivered his warning before he picks up the pace, sucking savagely on my neck, growling like a wild beast and grunting with each swing of his hips.

“Are you okay?” he asks, moving in a slower cadence. “I’m not too rough?”

“Is that all you’ve got?” I tease, knowing full well he’ll make me pay for my cockiness.

“I was trying to be a gentleman, but obviously, you respond better to me when I’m an animal.” He grins.

“I’ll take you any way you want me to,” I pant.

“There’s no reason for me to slow down, then.”

“None whatsoever,” I whisper, turning into his hand when he sweeps a few strands of damp hair off my forehead.

“You know what?”

I’m expecting raunchy repartee that will make me blush, but he surprises me.

“You look so fucking perfect under me.”

No man has ever said anything remotely close to this to me before. Instead of answering, I nod as a way of letting him know I feel the same way he does and I push myself up, unconsciously telling him with my body that I need more of him. Something shifts in his eyes and I know the sensual moment we just shared is over.

“Fuck, I want you, Candy. I want you so much it hurts.”

Max pulls back, starting an easy rhythm before switching gear and turning feral on me. I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and press his body into me so he can penetrate me even deeper.

“Jesus, Max,” I hiss.

Max’s cadence is frantic and then he slows down and eventually stops, kissing me deeply. He sucks my tongue, stealing every one of my carnal sounds, swallowing them like a greedy bastard.
God, I love how he does that.

He abandons my lips and returns his focus to fucking me. He shifts from lazy pushing into quicker, more forceful thrusts. I answer with mirrored movements of my hips, arching into him and squeezing my thighs around his waist as if I’ll never let him go.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I plead as he pumps into me inexorably.

“Candy, I love your hoarse voice and the way you’re begging for more.”

“Max, make me come,” I let out with eyes half closed, desperate for another release.

“You want me to make you scream out my name like you did when I pinched your clit between my lips a few minutes ago?” He presses his face to my neck.

He had to go there?

Too consumed to answer, I grip his ass and dig my fingernails sharply into his flesh.

“Argh! Bad girl,” he growls.

Max pulls my right leg up, pushing my knee to my chest, and he lets loose as if to punish me for my boldness. He fucks me fast and hard, sliding in and out of me, demanding so much more than I thought I could ever give to one man. I bite his shoulder, hoping to containing the fireball-like meteor mounting inside me, but to no avail.
I’m coming.

“Sweet Mother of God.”

“You’re close, baby?”

I nod, letting him know that I’m nearing the edge—again.

“Good. I want you to go off like a bomb when you come with me inside you—dominating you.”

Yeah, that won’t be hard.

Max swings in and out of me with such fervor, I fear he’ll make good on his promise and fuck me until his bed drops to the floor below us.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

It’s explosive the way my orgasm builds beneath my skin, first as a flush, then a tightening of my muscles until I’m shaking.
How can this be so surreal?
I’m sweaty, my heart is beating hard against my chest and I beg unintelligible words beneath him, conscious I’ve lost all control.

“Don’t hold back, Candy.”

“Max…” I struggle to speak as my body starts convulsing underneath him.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “I’m not coming until you come, baby, and I can’t hold back my own release much longer. You have to let go and succumb. Now.”

His words are more than I can bear. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting to tame the intensity of this third looming orgasm, but I can’t. Max is fucking me so thoroughly, I can only let go and enjoy the ride. “Christ, I’m right there,” I hiss.

My body bows off the bed as I scream out my climax. Max doesn’t spare me. He moves through my hedonistic explosion, taking every single second of pleasure he can draw out from my exhausted body.

“God.” I loosen my grip on his ass and let my arms fall onto the mattress. Max props himself up on his hands, looking down at me, smiling in victory. “You keep doing this to me.”

“And it’s bad?”

“On the contrary. It’s all good—really good,” I say with a languid drawl in my voice. “But you…”

“Shh.” He shushes me gently by brushing his lips against mine. “I’m not done yet,” he warns me. He caresses my cheek, his cock slowly sliding in and out. “One more?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Every time you say that, I prove to you that I’m as serious as the dick fucking you right now.”

I giggle, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him.

Max moves one hand between us, rubbing my clit back to life. I’m going to be so sore after this, but who cares? This man is giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible. If being sore is the price to pay, I won’t object. 

He strokes my node while pumping inside me rhythmically. To my surprise, after only a few minutes I arch and my hips start rocking faster with him. “Oh, Max…”
How can he ignite my body like this?

I curl into him, biting down his shoulder to his chest. “Come inside me, Max,” I gasp, dragging my nails possessively down his back. “I want to feel the weight of your body on top of mine once you’ve climaxed.”

“Fuck,” he grunts.

It’s as if my words cut the last chain of his self-control. Max hits deeper and harder, prolonging my own release with his thumb pressed to my clit. I throw my head back into the pillow, hands back on his ass, pulling him forward while I rock up into him.

“I love seeing you undone like this—your lips parted, your hair wild all around your head against the pillow and you giving yourself completely to me.”

Yes. I’m coming.

Unbridled pleasure floods my veins, hot and frantic. It’s such a rush, it’s as if I’ve been plugged into an electric outlet—every inch of my skin is alive and buzzing with excitement.

Max collapses onto me, screaming out my name. “Jesus fucking Christ, Candy.”

Wow.

We’re both breathing heavy, trying to lower our heart rate. After a few minutes, he breaks the silence.

“Goddammit, Candy,” he pants. “That was so insanely good… I can’t… I can’t even think straight anymore.” He drops quick, sweet kisses all over my face and the contrast between the childish boy and the über-alpha male who just fucked me to the point where I think I’ll never walk again makes him that much more endearing.

Holy hell.
How can a casual encounter with a man who was a complete stranger a few days ago turn into the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering and toe-curling sex I’ve ever had in my life?

Chapter 5

Did this happen or was it all a dream?

I slowly open my eyes, afraid I might break the spell from last night. I turn to the right and there he is, sleeping like an angel with a possessive hand rested against my soft stomach.
I guess it really did happen.
I lift my head to scan the room and I’m shocked by the telltale signs of our sexual abandonment—my garter belt on the armchair next to the window, my panties swinging off of a lampshade, my dress still pooled on the floor where I left it, my bra lying on top of my silk nylons and a pile of his own clothing.
Jesus, it’s worse than the set of a porn movie.

I scan the room, trying to find the time. It’s only seven-thirty. I lift his arm as gently as possible to avoid waking him up and slide my body quietly out of bed with the initial thought of wrapping my dress around my nakedness, but I decide against it when I flash back to a vivid scene from last night—Max spewing his milk all over my stomach and boobs after he fucked my pussy to the point of no return.
Maybe not.
I tippy-toe out of the room like a mouse in search of a bathroom to clean up and a robe. I can’t possibly walk around in front of him without any clothes on in broad daylight. I need to cover up.

I close the door softly behind me and when I turn around, I gasp. I forget my quest when I approach the window, mesmerized by the view displayed at my feet.
My God, this is absolutely breathtaking.
Only the very rich can ever afford to admire Central Park from this vantage point—I guess for today I’m able to enjoy a view of the city very few will ever be privileged enough to soak in.

There’s not a cloud in the sky and I’m able to see as far as the eye can see. Wow! This is truly outstanding. When I feel safe enough and realize no one can catch sight of me this high up, I get closer. I lift my hands up at the level of my waist and I place the tips of my fingers against the glass as I take in every possible angle of this magnificent city.
Maybe if I get all the way up on my toes I can see even further.
I swearif I squint hard enough, I most likely could catch a glimpse of Coney Island from Max’s penthouse.

I’m lost in my thoughts, soaking in Manhattan’s beauty, when his voice startles me.

“And here I was thinking I already had a spectacular view to wake up to every morning, but seeing the sun shine against your naked body is truly a vision.”

His comment freaks me out and I immediately turn around, struggling to hide my body.
No, no, no, this cannot be happening. He can’t see me without clothes on. It’s too bright and I have too many lumps.

“Candy, you can’t possibly be shy. Surely not after the way I fucked you last night.”

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to catch me like this. I was trying to find something to cover up with.”

“Why in God’s name would you ever hide your gorgeous body from my eyes?”

“I don’t usually walk around naked in front of men,” I let out shyly before lowering my eyes. As I look down to the floor, I catch sight of his left arm and admire his body art from under my lashes. I wonder what the story behind it is and why his skin is so uneven under my touch.