Curves Envy 4 - Curvy Conquest: BBW Billionaire Romance (13 page)

The entire room roars and my friends jump up to their feet and run to me. Max’s brothers and his parents are hugging him and congratulating him, while Lia and Lexi are crying with joy, one on each of my shoulders. When I look up, Devin stands in front of me with an ecstatic look upon his face. We lock eyes and he approaches me, kisses me tenderly on the cheek and embraces me in his arms. He hugs me for what seems like an eternity before whispering softly in my ear.

“Big girls can find true love and marry their dashing prince.”

“I never imaged I could be this lucky or this utterly happy, Dev.”

“I knew you could. You deserve this, Candy.”

No, this isn’t a dream, it’s far better than anything I could have imagined. This is my perfect life surrounded by incredible friends and a man who loves me… just the way I am.

Chapter 11

“God, what a perfect night. I can’t wait to get you upstairs so I can have you all to myself. I’m warning you now, I intend on keeping you locked up the entire weekend.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up, Mr. Keller.”

“Mrs. Keller-to-be, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

We both smile before losing ourselves in another passionate kiss.

After a magical night I’m unlikely to ever forget for as long as I live, Max and I are riding the private elevator back to his penthouse and we’re all hot and heavy. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since we left the Bymark hotel. The ride at the back of the chauffeured car must have been the longest ride ever. Both Max and I had to resort to superhuman willpower to restrain ourselves from ravishing one another at the back of his Benz.

“Max, you’ve made me the happiest woman in the world today.”

“Have I?” he asks flirtatiously.

“You know you have.” I gently hit his chest with the palm of my hand.

“I love you and I wanted our friends and family to know how deeply I care for you, baby,” he says, embracing me in his strong arms. “Finally we’re here and you’re officially mine to take whenever I want for the next two days.” He grins when we hit the top floor.

When the elevator door opens up onto Max’s apartment overlooking Central Park, he pushes me inside, forcing me to walk backwards as our lips are still locked in a blazing kiss. Music rises in the background and I look up to the ceiling at the speakers hovering over our heads.

This is strange.
“Did you leave the music on before we left?”

“Nah. I didn’t,” he responds with a boyish smile.

“But there’s music playing now. Wait a minute. I recognize this song.” I make out the words to Beyoncé’s slow remix of her smash hit
Crazy In Love
. “I swear we turned everything off except for a few lights in the living room before we left,” I say, pointing at the ceiling as I take a step back.

“I think the song is fitting, since I’ve been crazy in love with you since laying eyes on you.” He lifts his eyebrows and his lips curl into a smile.

“You keep saying these things.” I shake my head, feeling my cheeks flame up. “I can’t seem to get used to them.”

“You should, because you know very well how I feel about you. And by the way, the music is just the beginning,” he says, his fiery gaze threatening to burn through my soul.

“What are you talking about? Max, you look like the cat that got the cream. What are you up to?”

“I want this night to be a night you remember forever,” he says, looking past me.

I follow his gaze and turn around. When I look around the living area, I can’t believe my eyes. “What have you done?” I gasp.

“I asked the same crew who turned my warehouse in the fashion district into a love shack to do the same to my home for our special evening.”

“Max…” I bring my hand to my mouth to hide my shocked expression.

There are white candles everywhere and there must be fifty if not one hundred vases of calla lilies throughout his large home. The music playing is so seductive it only adds to the sultry mood. I take a step forward to smell one of the bouquets of calla lilies when I notice the white petals on the wooden floor. They run from my feet all the way up the rustic stairs. I turn to him with my jaw dropped, unable to speak.

“The white rose petals lead straight up the stairs all the way to our bedroom.”

“Our bedroom?” I ask, still unable to believe any of this.

“Yeah, it’s been our bedroom since you’ve moved in here, but I hope you now feel at home.”

“You’re making it hard not to.”

“Good.”

“Max, you did all of this for me?”

“I recreated what I had planned out in my hotel suite in Miami. I was never able to declare my love to you in the setting I thought fitting for the woman who stole my heart, but I hope tonight makes up for it nicely.”

“Are you kidding me? This is magnificent,” I say, running back to him.

“Candy, I want to take you into my arms, climb these stairs, drop your sexy body on the bed and I want to make long amorous love to you. I want to enjoy every curve on your body—slowly, tenderly, passionately.”

I gasp, surprised and unprepared for Max’s sweet words. “You want to make love to me? So no raunchy sex in front of the window?”

“No. Tonight I want your body to be for my eyes only,” he says, claiming my lips again.

“Take me upstairs, you sexy beast.”

With a roar, he flings me over his shoulder and climbs the stairs to
our
bedroom. When we kick open his door, he taps and massages my ass a few times before dropping me down to my feet. I spot a few bouquets of white flowers and when I turn around, I realize the romantic vibe extends all the way up here.

“I couldn’t possibly have asked them to stop downstairs.” He grins like a guilty child.

“No. Of course not,” I respond, biting my lip and shaking my head. “Everything is perfect, Max.”

This man is my salvation for all the other bad dates, lovers and boyfriends I’ve ever had.

Reaching out to him, he slips his hand in mine and to my great surprise he pulls me towards him.

“Hey, I was going to pull you towards me,” I lament.

“I couldn’t wait to wrap you in my arms again.” He holds me so close to him I can hear his heart beating.

“I want you to make love to me, Max.”

He looks down at me with loving eyes and reaches out for my cheek. Instead of answering, he turns me around and brushes my hair down the front of my shoulders. He slowly unzips my black cocktail dress and allows it to pool sensually at my feet. I brace myself, expecting him to quickly remove my bra, freeing my breasts from their confinement for his own pleasure, but he takes my breath away by showering the back of my neck with warm kisses. The second his mouth touches my skin, I take a step forward, overpowered by the heat emanating from his lips.

“Ahhh,” I let out.

“Where are you going? I’ve barely gotten started.” He reaches out and wraps his arms around my stomach before pulling me back to him. He pivots me to face him again and drinks me up from head to toe. “Hmmm, black on black lace underwear? Damn, you’re making it hard for me to take you gently. When I see your heavy breasts trapped in this daring bra and that sexy garter belt, I want to rip the lingerie off of you and take you like a famished animal.”

Before I can answer, Max has already taken a step forward, forcing me to take one back. I feel the edge of the bed behind my legs and the next thing I know, he pushes me against the mattress.

“Remove your bra. I’ll take care of your panties and garter belt,” he commands, flicking off my high-heeled shoes before pressing the soles of my feet against his muscular chest. I lift my ass off the bed and I wiggle the bra off of me, releasing my engorged breasts. I lock eyes with the love of my life and playfully throw my bra at him. He catches it with one hand before tossing it over his shoulder with an amused look on his face.

“I don’t know, but from where I lie, it seems like you’re hungry for something rougher than nice and slow.”

“You’re right,” he growls, fisting my lace panties and ripping them apart. Without wasting any time, he pulls down my silk nylons before bending over. He lowers his body near my pussy and I close my eyes, anticipating his tongue against my clit, but I quickly bring back my gaze to him when I realize he’s pulling the black lace garter belt down my legs with his teeth.

“Jesus,” I pant. “Baby, get out of your clothes. I need you inside me right now,” I demand.

“You’re such a hungry little vixen.” Max drops my legs onto the mattress and he takes a step back to peel off of his clothes. Without wasting a second, he strips out of his tailored black suit, kicks off his expensive Italian shoes and pulls off his pants and his boxer briefs in one fluid movement.

My God, I never get tired of seeing him naked like this.
I take him fully in and I stop at his left arm. I admire the intricate ink branded on his arm as if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen his tattoo. Max grins, aware of my lustful inspection. He stands in front of me with his hands locked at his waist and an erection so hard, I blink, surprised by the size of his desire for me.

He takes a step forward and drops to his knees.
Oh, yes, God.
He caresses my thighs before spreading my legs open in front of him. He looks up and our gazes meet before he lowers his head towards my eager pussy and starts blowing hot breaths. I’m so utterly turned on, I yank up my body, arching for him and allowing him to devour me at will.

“Christ.” The first long lick causes me to fist the sheets at each side of me.

“You can’t deny me the pleasure of watching you come. Please, baby, look at me.”

I’m so taken by the moment, I have to force myself to open my eyes to meet his hazel stare.

“Much better,” he says approvingly before lowering his head towards my wetness.

“Arghhh,” I scream out. Max’s tongue laps in and out, around and between every fold and dip of my pussy. His eyes are on me the whole time, capturing my every response to his teasing. Feeling his intense gaze as he gives me so much pleasure makes this moment even more intimate. He moans against me and my eyes roll back into my head, unable to withstand his raunchy cry. His lips pull my clit into his mouth and I yell out his name while I clasp my hands on top of his head as if to beg him to never stop assaulting my pussy the way he is now. “Max.” I’m nearly delirious. I’m panting and I’m gyrating my hips against his mouth as I ready myself to come long, deep and hard.

“You like that, don’t you?” His eyes are burning mine and I can tell from his sly grin how much he enjoys seeing me this lost in this vortex of ecstasy.

I’m far too turned on to speak. “Ahhh,” I moan, when he reaches up and squeezes my nipples with his fingers.

His tongue laps and laps and laps.
Damn, damn, damn.
He masterfully keeps me on the brink of an orgasm and then without any warning, he closes his lips around my clit and squeezes a toe-curling climax out of me.

“Sweet Mother of God,” I yell out as the pleasure that’s been boiling up inside me erupts into a full-blown volcanic roar. I’m breathing so heavy I fear my heart will jump out of my chest.
This is amazing.

After a few blissful minutes, I find the strength to open my eyes again and I meet his. Max allows me to savor every ripple of my climactic wave as he places sweet kisses on the insides of my thighs as I stare down at him.

“Baby, I need to be inside you,” he declares, getting back up on his feet. I’ve been so consumed by how outrageously sinful his tongue feels against my throbbing pussy, I forgot all about his erection, but the minute he unfolds his body, I’m faced with the hunger of a man ready to fuck me senseless.

Max grabs me by the ankles and pulls my body towards him until my ass meets the edge of the bed. I feel him right there and I know the slightest movement will allow him to easily plunge into me. But he doesn’t move. He stares at me long and hard.

“Candy.” My name is a low growl, a warning and a promise all wrapped into one word. “I don’t know if I can do this.” Max looks so tortured, I panic.

“What’s wrong, baby?”
Does he not want me anymore? Is he calling off the wedding?

“I want to take you with as much untamed fervor as I always have. I don’t know if I can do this nice and slow thing.”

Oh. My. God.
“Baby, don’t hold back. Take me as you wish. I’m all yours,” I plead before lying back.

He pushes me slightly upwards against the mattress before kneeling on the bed in front of me. He grabs my legs and swerves me around so I can face him before spreading my thighs wide. I immediately reach out to grab his cock and bring it to my throbbing pussy. He grabs my hand, forcing his cock to rub against my hardening clit.

Yes, yes, yes.

“Holy hell, this feels so good,” I moan.

He slides his other hand down my thigh. My juices coat his hand the second he reaches for my pussy, and when my body trembles, I dig my fingers into his forearms.
How can I already be so wet?

“Christ,” he groans, meeting my gaze. “You’re ready for me again.”

He moves my hand aside, grabs his hard cock and slides it deep inside me. He grabs my hips to steady my body and rams into me hard and fast. His rhythm is nearly frantic, as if this is our first night together. He’s completely unleashed his sexual fury upon me. There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way our skin slaps together and my cries are swallowed by his hungry kisses
. His willingness to make love to me has turned carnal, almost feral—just the way I like it.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, desperate to lose all reason and to come with so much force I feel I’ve stepped over the edge.

“I wasn’t planning on stopping until I make you scream out my name so loudly the concierge in the lobby runs up here to make sure you’re still okay.”

Shit.

As if to prove his words, he pounds into me mercilessly until my body caves in, unable to take more. I hit my second orgasmic peak with a guttural moan as I drag my fingernails down his arms. He rides me until he reaches his own climactic wave, slamming into me one more time before withdrawing his cock and placing it on top of my stomach. He comes all over my body as he let out another deep roar. He reaches down and rubs his milky nectar all over my soft stomach before extending his finger towards my mouth. I open without hesitation and lick his fingertips—one by one.