Curves Envy - Alphas Love Curves: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery

you right now?
    He pushes down my bra and reaches for my exposed breasts. A spike of arousal shoots straight down to my pussy.
    “Your luscious tits are insanely erotic,” he murmurs, his thumbs circling my hard nipples.
    “Oh, gosh, Max, I don’t know…” I met the guy a few hours ago and now I’m making out with him on the forty-first floor of a high-end hotel in a swanky private room overlooking one of the most beautiful cities in the world. This stuff never happens to girls like me.
    “No, Candy. Don’t even try to deny our strong mutual attraction.”
    “Mutual attraction?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    My panties are dripping at this point. There’s no going back.
    He strokes my boobs, his palms so big he can hold my double Ds fully. “When I caught sight of these, I had to restrain myself not to reach out in the middle of the lobby and grope them like a horny teenage boy.” He flashes a side grin. His fingers circle my nipples and then gently roll the peaks.
    “Ahhh.” I tilt my head back against the wall as his touch causes my pussy to clench hard.
    His eyes on my face, he increases the pressure until I bite my tongue to alleviate the agony raging inside me. Dear Lord. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s painting me like one of Peter Paul Rubens’ extravagant Baroque-style masterpieces, each stroke deepening the intensity of the moment. “Max,” I whisper, shivering as new sensations travel throughout my body.
    “Is it too much?” he asks softly.
    “I’m about to erupt.”
    “Good. It wouldn’t be fun if I was the only one taking pleasure here.”
    His hands are all over me and they’re causing my body to flame out of control. No, I can’t succumb to the charms of a complete stranger. Good girls don’t fool around with men they barely know. Why do I want him inside me with more intensity than I’ve ever wanted any man before?
    “Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grunts.
    Without warning he grabs both of my arms and brings them over my head.
    “Oh,” I let out when his cock presses against my stomach.
    Clasping my wrists with one strong hand, he pushes me against the wall. I’m a prisoner. There’s nowhere for me to run. I struggle at first, unsure of this rough play, but his grip tightens. Fear swirls through me even though my pussy is tingling with excitement.
    “Let me go.” My voice comes out husky and unconvincing.
    “Do you want me to or should I continue?”
    “I don’t know.” I do know, but I’m afraid of admitting aloud how fucking turned on I am right now.
    “If you’re not enjoying this, we can leave right now. The choice is yours.”
    He doesn’t wait for an answer. He’s already shoved my bra up with his free hand. He runs his long fingers around my hard nipple then the other. He’s merciless. My nipples tighten with every touch and my pussy pulsates with every breath I take.
    “You… Oh… Your fingers…” I’m unable to string a sentence together because my brain is so occupied by the colliding sensations rushing through me.
    “You like what I’m doing to you?” He plays with my boobs as his hazel eyes catch every flicker of excitement on my face. “You’re so vulnerable in this position. You know, with your hands restrained, I can pretty much do anything I want to you.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’m the one in control right now.” He grins as he narrows his eyes.
    Instinctively, I struggle. After a few seconds I realize I’m going nowhere. He’s much taller than I am and his grip is unyielding, his strength overpowering. Each one of my futile attempts shoots a current of excitement through me until my aching pussy clenches with need.
    “Don’t worry. I like to play rough. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    I stare up at his intense gaze and I pant.
    “I’ve been waiting all night long to suck on these.” He chuckles before lowering his head towards my chest and pushing my boob inside his mouth while groping the other possessively.
    “Fuck,” I