The Billionaire's BBW Secret (6 page)

“So sexy,” he rasped into her ear,
giving it a few biting licks.  That touch, the sensation of his soft lips then
diamond hard teeth on her ear lobe sent shiver up her spine.  More than
shivers, it sent fireworks directly into her brain.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, feeling
weak at the knees.  She nearly fell down onto the dark rug right then and
there, but Bran caught her, and hefted her generous body towards the bed now.

“Come,” he purred.  “I'll show you
just how gorgeous and sexy you are.”

All doubts fled from Denny's mind. 
Any inhibitions she might have left were snuffed out by Bran.  The passion in
his voice was intense, so intense that she couldn't possibly ignore it or him. 
She let him move her, guide her to the low minimalist bed, and without a care
in the world, she toppled over onto it, spreading her thick limbs out
languidly, looking up a Bran with yet another seductive look.

A visible shudder rolled through
his body.  “You are amazing.”

She laughed and kicked her low
heels off.  “Come and see how amazing I am,” she replied boldly.  The wine gave
her courage.

Bran growled once more and
practically leapt on top of her, pushing her body down against the bed.  She
may have been overweight, but Bran was still very much a match for her.  He was
definitely stronger than her, and he grabbed her wrists and pinned her against
the bed.  He pressed his hips down, grinding his crotch against the soft skin
of her belly, and she could feel his erection, full and hard.  That did it. 
Denny was convinced.  He wanted her.  It was almost painfully obvious.

With some effort, she lifted her
head off the bed, and now, her own eyes burned with lust and longing.  “Fuck
me,” she hissed, squirming against his grip.  She'd had enough of this
teasing.  She wanted that cock of his inside her now.  It'd been far too long
since she'd been taken, and even longer since she'd been taken by someone who
truly loved her body.

Bran needed no further
encouragement.  He slid off of her for just a moment, and tore off his shirt. 
Denny stifled a slight gasp at that sight.  Bran's body was as beautiful as his
face.  His muscles rippled, just barely constrained by his bronzed skin.  He
was all sharp angles, and seemed to be chiseled from a hunk of buttery oak.

She swallowed, and remembered to
breathe.  But she still couldn't believe it.  He wanted
her
?  Of all the
people in the world, he wanted her.

He smiled down at her, putting a
hand on a hip, seemingly unaware of his near overwhelming sexiness.  “What do
you think?” he said with a slight grin.

“Amazing,” Denny breathed.  She
wanted that body.

“Now you.”  He knelt on the bed and
lifted Denny up into a sitting position, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. 
She could feel her nerves on the rise once more.  What if she didn't look as
good as he wanted her to while she was naked?  What if he was disappointed?

As much as a part of her wanted to,
she didn't stop him from unbuttoning that shirt though.  His hands trailed
down, expertly undoing each small metal button.  Inch by inch, her flesh was
exposed.  While Bran was hard and chiseled, she was soft and pillowy.  Her
breasts were luscious and huge, and only barely contained by a bra, and her
stomach was round and fleshy.  Denny held her breath when Bran got the shirt
completely off, waiting for him to say something.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and Denny
exhaled.  She was good.

After that, he slid the skirt off,
leaving her in her underwear.  When he made for her bra though, she whipped up
a hand and smiled, placing it on his chest and stopping him.  “We're on uneven
ground again.”

“Oh?”

She nodded towards his lower half. 
“Pants.”

“Ahh, I see.”  He chuckled and
stood once more, then unceremoniously unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the
constricting slacks.  And Denny could tell they were quite constricting.  His
cock strained, full and thick against the thin fabric.  Her breath hitched when
he relaxed his hands and let those pants fall.  She was even closer to seeing
his glorious naked body now.  Only his silken boxers stood in the way of her
and his cock, and they weren't a very good barrier.  Bran was very obvious, and
very big.

He fell upon her once again,
holding himself up with one arm as his free hand roamed all over her thick,
milky white body.  He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing
against her skin with butterfly kisses.

And for just one more moment, Denny
had a last lingering doubt.  “Are you sure?” she whispered, even as she pressed
her body upwards and against him.  He was so hard, and she was so soft.  “I'm
not like other women.  The women you're used to.”

“My dear, you are unlike other women
for all the right reasons.  I want you.  I desire
you.
”  He emphasized
that last word with a push of his hips, and his cock ground into her stomach,
making her squirm and shiver.  She could feel her own body respond to his
overwhelming sexiness.  Her underwear was wet, her thighs moist, and her
nipples were hard, begging to be sucked and fondled.

And Bran was going to oblige her in
all those ways.  His fingers slipped under the band of her lacey white bra, and
then worked their way up.

“Damn this thing!” he said lowly,
then braced himself on his elbows and slipped his hands behind her back again. 
With the ease of practiced technique, his nimble fingers undid the clasps, then
released her breasts from their constrictive prison.  They were like two huge
white globes on her chest, and seemed to almost glow in the dim, warm light.

“Oh, Denny,” Bran said, then
lowered his head.  She gasped when his lips made contact with one of her pert,
large nipples, then gasped again when she felt his hand raise and brush against
the other.  Shivering tingles flowed through her veins and directly into her
brain.  His touch was overwhelmingly erotic and she couldn't get enough of him.

He began to work his way lower now,
kissing at her belly, his fingers now trailing against her sides.  Denny looked
down and watched, all thoughts of her own imperfections thoroughly gone by
now.  It was clear that Bran liked her, and that he loved her body.

Now his hands hooked on her
underwear, and he pulled, sliding it off, and truly revealing her in every way
to him.  She tensed, shivering, waiting for him to react as he lifted his head
and looked down as her exposed thighs, her trimmed pussy.

“Magnificent,” he breathed, then
slid the underwear the rest of the way off, and fell between her legs.

His tongue was as talented and
nimble as his fingers.  She tensed and shivered as his tongue ever so lightly
traced its way along the outer folds of her labia, as he turned his head and
kissing her inner thighs.  “You smell magnificent,” he said, his voice slightly
muffled.

“Denny blushed.  She hadn't even
been expecting this, so she didn't exactly consider herself prepared.  But Bran
loved every inch of her, prepared or not.

Now his tongue invaded, her,
parting her outer folds and probing inward.  Her juices practically spilled out
now that the fleshy seal of her outer labia was broken, and Bran lapped them up
eagerly.  He moaned and gripped her generous thighs, as if he was trying to
pull her closer to him.

She gasped as moaned in the face of
that talented tongue.  Her hands snaked upwards and gripped the back of his
head, her fingers mingling with his sandy hair.  She may have smelled good, but
he felt good.  He felt divine.  “Yes, yes,” she gasped, bucking her hips,
pushing herself down onto him.

He now pushed into her tight hole,
then lingered upwards and pressed down on her aching button of a clit.  “Yes!”
Denny gasped even more loudly.  Her pleasure was mounting and rising quickly,
an uncontrollable and unstoppable tide of lust.  If Bran didn't stop of slow
down soon, she would come right then and there.

Unfortunately, he did stop and haul
himself upright.  “You are irresistible,” he said, his voice a low growl.  With
that said, he stood, and finally stripped completely.  His cock stood out pole
straight in the low light, every bit as full and thick as Denny imagined.  He
was big.  He was the biggest man that she'd ever been with; not that she'd been
with many.

He quickly nipped over to the low
night stand that accompanied the bed and pulled out a condom, then put it on. 
As Denny watched, a thrill ran up her spine.  This was really going to happen. 
He was really going to have her.  She couldn't believe it.

She needed him so badly.

He wordlessly crawled back onto the
bed, covering Denny, his now completely exposed dick throbbing and twitching
above her.  She groaned at the sight; she wanted that long pole inside her, but
she didn't want to beg for him.  She was too proud for that.  Instead, she only
looked up at him, waiting.

He smiled slightly, and brought up
a hand, running it along the smooth, pale skin of her full face.  “So beautiful
and so proud.  I knew from the first day I saw you that I had to have you.”

“You have me,” Denny smiled back. 
And he did, for now at least.  Whether he kept her remained to bee seen.

He slipped his cock down now,
between her fleshy thighs.  A slight moan escaped her lips when that soft, yet
hard head parted her slick folds, and more than a moan escaped when it plunged
inside her tight, wet hole.

He was massive, without a doubt
bigger than any of her other partners.  He grunted as he slowly, painfully
forced his way inside her, spreading her wide.  She clenched as he pushed,
making her walls hug him even more tightly.

He gasped and shuddered at that
sudden sensation.  “Oh, Denny!” he moaned, and she felt another rush of
endorphins and euphoria.  She loved it when he said her name.  Finally, he was
inside her to the very hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her generous ass
as he positioned himself to better thrust against her.  “You feel so good,” he
groaned as he began to slide out.

“You do too,” she replied in a
gasping tone.  He really did.  He felt better than any other man that she'd
ever slept with, because she knew exactly how much he loved her body, her
curves, her very full figure.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to
thrust, jerking against her in a restrained motion at first.  As he became more
enthusiastic, Denny jiggled on the bed, her expansive breasts bouncing up and
down as he rode her.  She moaned with him and bucked her hips upwards.  The
pleasure he'd given her earlier was beginning to rise again, and rise quickly. 
He was so good.

As he pounded away above her, Denny
reached up her arms and wrapped them around his muscular shoulders, as if
trying to pull him closer.  He seemed scarcely aware of her action though; he
only kept thrusting, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside her.

Then, even as he kept pounding at
her, he snaked a hand downwards, and began torturing her slick, aching clit
again.  That was nearly too much for Denny; already he knew exactly what
buttons to press, literally in this case.  She gasped loudly and arched her
back as pleasure flowed through her like a flooding river.  It was too much for
her to contain.  Bran was going to make her come soon.

He could tell too, from the way her
eyes rolled back in her head to her twitching and shivering limbs.  Her fingers
crabbed against his skin, her nails digging into him as she tried to pull him
closer, closer, ever closer.  He was relentless.  He didn't stop the thrusting,
or the pleasurable torture to her clit.  This was heaven, to be filled with his
cock and pleasured by him at the same time.  The very thought sent Denny to
even higher, dizzying heights.  The cliff was approaching, and she was going to
fall off, she was going to fall off...

With a scream, her orgasm plowed
explosively through her, making her limbs shake violently.  She squeezed her
eyes shut as the scream dimmed to a moan.  Bran lifted his hand away from her
now hyper-sensitive clit, but he didn't stop thrusting, and that only served to
prolong her climax.  It seemed to last seconds, then minutes.  She thought it
was going to last forever.

Even as she was in the throes of
her orgasm, she could feel Bran's own thrusting speed up.  Her cunt was still
twitching and pulsing around his cock, and that must have set him on fire as
well.  Suddenly, he roared and slammed against her, and his cock exploded
inside her, shooting out a stream of milky come.  “Yes, yes!” he shouted as he
slammed against her, his balls slapping down on her drenched thighs.

As soon as he came, he collapsed on
her, his bronzed skin covered in a sheen of sweat.  Denny loved it.  She loved
feeling the physicality of him above her, pressing her down into the soft mattress. 
She loved that she was so soft and pliable, the perfect resting place for him
after his sexy exertion.

His chest heaved as he panted, and
she could practically feel the blood flow through his veins as his heart beat
quickly.

“That was good,” she gasped as she
wrapped her arms around him once more.

“Oh yes,” Bran nodded his head in
agreement.  “That was some of the best sex I'd ever had.”

“For me too.”  Denny realized it
was the first time she'd ever come during sex.  None of her other partners ever
cared for her in that way.  Rob most certainly hadn't.  Bran was just that
good.  Or at least, he just paid that much attention to her.

He now lifted his body off of hers,
and slowly pulled out with a slight cringe.  Denny winced too; she hated the
sudden feeling of emptiness, but she knew it had to come eventually.

“Fantastic,” he murmured as he
hauled himself off the bed.  “I'm going to a take a shower,” he said.  “Care to
join me?”

“With pleasure,” Denny smiled, and
he reached out a hand.  She took it, and he pulled, dragging her off the bed
with surprising ease.