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

exhale. God, Candy, what are you doing? You don’t even know him.
    “I could suck on your tits for days without ever taking a break, Candy.” He sucks my breast again.
    I press my back so hard against the wall when he bites down carefully on my nipple. Shit. The sharp pain is so intoxicating; it sends a sizzling rush straight to my clit, hitting me with such force I want to pull at his hair for salvation, but then I remember I’m shackled. Oh yes, God. Thank you.
    “Max, your tongue is going to make me forget my name.”
    He chuckles instead of answering me, unwilling to let go. He licks my swollen peak, his tongue hot, his breath cooling my feverish skin. I close my eyes and arch my back uncontrollably, pushing my boobs upward.
    “Oh, yeah. Your beautiful tits are going to make to lose my mind,” he murmurs, switching to my left breast until both are swollen. I’m burning up and drowning at the same time.
    He lifts his eyes to catch mine and I can’t help but notice the mischievous look on his face. “I’ll have to buy you a new pair of these,” he says.
    Huh?
    I don’t have time to react. Taking hold of my turquoise panties, he rips one side, then the other, and yanks the shredded fabric from under me before tossing them over his head. The sliding sensation of the fabric pulling at my juices nearly sends me over the edge. This is the most erotic makeout session of my life.
    “They were nice and all, but your glorious pussy is far more delectable.”
    Oh, my God. This can’t be happening. A hot single guy who happens to love curvy women is all over me like a drifter who hasn’t had a sip of water in weeks.
    “Mmmm.” His eyes are locked into my pussy as he licks his lips, stroking his chin like a winner-takes-all at an international poker tournament. “Good girls don’t shave bare. It seems there’s a vixen inside you.”
    I turn my head to the side, trying to avoid the raw desire I read in his eyes, but he grabs my chin into his hands, preventing me from looking away.
    “Oh, no, you don’t. I want you to look at me. I want to be able to lose myself in your eyes when you melt into my hands.”
    What is he talking about?
    I open my mouth to protest, but he drops to his knees in front of me. He pushes open my left leg and I panic.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I already told you. I want to find out if you’re as sweet as your nickname. I love seeing you vulnerable and I want to look up at your beautiful face as I push you over the edge.”
    “You can’t…” I squirm desperately, trying to convince myself I’m half as offended as I am pretending to be, but it’s too late. He has me wedged against this damn wall. My panties are ripped to shreds and lying on the floor of this VIP den as a telltale sign of my misbehaving. My pussy is unshielded and begging for his tongue.
    “If you don’t want to continue, we can go downstairs and you can catch a cab home.”
    I open my mouth to respond, but I slowly close it instead, incapable of finding a valid reason to prevent this man from licking me. He smiles victoriously as he slides his hand down my stomach until he reaches the betraying wetness of my pussy.
    “Oh, dear God,” I whisper.
    I look down at him and I immediately close my eyes against the amusement flashing in his eyes. Bastard. He knows he has me.
    “You’re so wet. I guess you no longer consider me a stranger,” he mocks.
    I can’t help but smile with eyes half open. With one finger, he strokes down into my wetness and back up, circling my clit. Each circuit sends a gush of tingling sensation to my engorged nub. He teases me and I’m sure he’s aware of the pain and pleasure he’s subjecting me to by never touching my aching node.
    “Sweet Mother of God,” I whine and I thrust my hips forward hoping he flicks the tip of my impatient clit with his tongue.
    “Don’t rush me,” he laughs into my pussy. “Enjoy every bit of it because I’m going to finger-fuck you until you’re