The Billionaire’s Demands
(A BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance)
His tongue traced a path down the length of her, stopping to lap at her breasts as she rose up to meet his touch. Moaning, she whispered her need to him, whimpering as his fingers teased her open thighs and found her hot, moist opening. He inserted his index and middle fingers inside her, pumping in and out as his thumb circled her red, swollen nub. She cried out softly, and then more loudly as she rode his hand while he continued to suck and bite her nipples. Soon, his mouth left her breasts and roamed further down, licking and kissing down her stomach, past her navel, into her bush and arriving at her swollen sex. He began to suck on her hot clit as she writhed and gasped. She spread her legs even wider and grasped his head between her legs, her hands curling into fists in his hair. He began to lap her in long strokes that went the length of her, softly and slowly, then faster, faster...
Samantha Clarke woke to the sounds of a construction crew jackhammer outside her building, and the realization that she had slept through her alarm. Groaning at the noise that had interrupted the best dream she had had in weeks, she rolled over and looked at the time. Almost eleven o'clock. Dammit, dammit, dammit -- how in the world had she slept so long?!
Sighing, she sat up in bed and looked around her, mentally taking an inventory of the day. She had to be at work in five hours. Before that, she had errands to run. Better get to it... But her dream was still so real, filling her mind even as she tried to shake it off. She was still swollen with the memory of the mystery man, still aching for him to finish her off. Leaning over to the nightstand, she opened the drawer and removed her favorite trusty vibrator, easing back into bed with a contented sigh and closing her eyes. The man reappeared in her imagination, moving back between her legs and licking softly at her with his wet tongue. Samantha's back arched, her legs straining to spread even wider to welcome the man's mouth on her clit. "Yes!" she urged him on out loud. She gasped as he found the spot that drove her wild and focused his attention on it, bringing her close to orgasm time and time again before backing off and grazing her just softly enough that he left her in agony. He toyed with her like this for what seemed like hours until finally, slowly, she felt his tongue return to caress her clit in earnest, bringing her to an earth-shattering orgasm that had her screaming and bucking, her cries lost to the outside world by the jackhammer noise. She came in wave after wave as he licked and licked her, until finally, her orgasm subsided, leaving her spent and exhausted on the bed.
Sated, Samantha slowly rose from her bead and padded to the kitchen. She started the coffee maker and then headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she returned to the kitchen, poured herself a cup, and then returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
In the bathroom, Sam thought to herself how long it had been since any man had made her feel like the mystery man in her dream had. Staring in the mirror as she dried her long, chestnut hair, she took mental stock of herself. She had always liked her wide, brown eyes, thought her nose was fine, was blessed with a fine, milky complexion, and had what she considered a nice, full bee-stung mouth. So far so good. Beyond that, though, was a body that she now contemplated with a critical eye. She had what could generously be termed "ample" proportions: breasts too full, too rounded for her own taste. Her torso tapered to a waist and stomach that were soft and feminine, and then flared out again to wide, sensual hips. Her best friend Emily said that she had a gorgeous figure, but Sam didn't see it that way at all. She longed to be model-thin and lithe like Emily herself, of like some of the girls at work who never seemed to
(A BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance)
His tongue traced a path down the length of her, stopping to lap at her breasts as she rose up to meet his touch. Moaning, she whispered her need to him, whimpering as his fingers teased her open thighs and found her hot, moist opening. He inserted his index and middle fingers inside her, pumping in and out as his thumb circled her red, swollen nub. She cried out softly, and then more loudly as she rode his hand while he continued to suck and bite her nipples. Soon, his mouth left her breasts and roamed further down, licking and kissing down her stomach, past her navel, into her bush and arriving at her swollen sex. He began to suck on her hot clit as she writhed and gasped. She spread her legs even wider and grasped his head between her legs, her hands curling into fists in his hair. He began to lap her in long strokes that went the length of her, softly and slowly, then faster, faster...
Samantha Clarke woke to the sounds of a construction crew jackhammer outside her building, and the realization that she had slept through her alarm. Groaning at the noise that had interrupted the best dream she had had in weeks, she rolled over and looked at the time. Almost eleven o'clock. Dammit, dammit, dammit -- how in the world had she slept so long?!
Sighing, she sat up in bed and looked around her, mentally taking an inventory of the day. She had to be at work in five hours. Before that, she had errands to run. Better get to it... But her dream was still so real, filling her mind even as she tried to shake it off. She was still swollen with the memory of the mystery man, still aching for him to finish her off. Leaning over to the nightstand, she opened the drawer and removed her favorite trusty vibrator, easing back into bed with a contented sigh and closing her eyes. The man reappeared in her imagination, moving back between her legs and licking softly at her with his wet tongue. Samantha's back arched, her legs straining to spread even wider to welcome the man's mouth on her clit. "Yes!" she urged him on out loud. She gasped as he found the spot that drove her wild and focused his attention on it, bringing her close to orgasm time and time again before backing off and grazing her just softly enough that he left her in agony. He toyed with her like this for what seemed like hours until finally, slowly, she felt his tongue return to caress her clit in earnest, bringing her to an earth-shattering orgasm that had her screaming and bucking, her cries lost to the outside world by the jackhammer noise. She came in wave after wave as he licked and licked her, until finally, her orgasm subsided, leaving her spent and exhausted on the bed.
Sated, Samantha slowly rose from her bead and padded to the kitchen. She started the coffee maker and then headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she returned to the kitchen, poured herself a cup, and then returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
In the bathroom, Sam thought to herself how long it had been since any man had made her feel like the mystery man in her dream had. Staring in the mirror as she dried her long, chestnut hair, she took mental stock of herself. She had always liked her wide, brown eyes, thought her nose was fine, was blessed with a fine, milky complexion, and had what she considered a nice, full bee-stung mouth. So far so good. Beyond that, though, was a body that she now contemplated with a critical eye. She had what could generously be termed "ample" proportions: breasts too full, too rounded for her own taste. Her torso tapered to a waist and stomach that were soft and feminine, and then flared out again to wide, sensual hips. Her best friend Emily said that she had a gorgeous figure, but Sam didn't see it that way at all. She longed to be model-thin and lithe like Emily herself, of like some of the girls at work who never seemed to
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