Billionaire's Bounty (Plus Size Loving) BBW Erotic Romance (6 page)

He’d ravenously
lapped up every drop, his hands holding down her convulsing thighs or she’d
have sprung off the bed.

It took a
while, but she soon calmed down enough, and became suddenly aware of his
urgency, had opened her eyes and seen him arched in readiness above her. The
muscles of his
arms which were braced on either side of her
seemed rigid, and she could see how taut as a bow-string he was. “I need to
know if you’re ready for me,” he husked, his face tight with the power of his
wish to claim her. The hand he stroked tenderly over her hair was slightly
trembling and his jaw was clenched tight. She could see all the signs, but knew
he would not surge into her unless he thought she could take him, in every way.

Oh, Miranda had
been more than ready. Her pussy was slick with preparedness enough, and now
that the first wild salvo of her passion had been gentled, she felt that
indeed, only one thing was left that could top that. And that was to feel him
shafting deep into her with that huge, throbbing cock of his.

“Yes,” she
replied simply at last, clasping her hand behind his head and pulling him down
for a kiss. He moaned roughly against her mouth, just as with a sharp thrust of
his hips, he drove into her.

And it was such
a triumphal entry, she remembered. Because even with the first shock of
discomfort as his massive size stretched through her walls, the pleasure almost
immediately began to kick in, causing her to gasp in surprised delight. He
groaned deep in his throat as he drew back and then bucked into her again,
almost driving her back into the headboard. “Sorry,” he gritted out, leaning
over her as he paused, watching the play of pain passing across her face at the
now deeper invasion, “But you’re so tight...and wet, and I...I may not be able
to hold back, honey.”

“Then don’t,”
she told him softly, holding his dark gaze unwaveringly. Her hands were roving
over his back, raking, urging. Already, she could feel her pussy begin to
adjust, and then cling hungrily to his throbbing, hot shaft. “I’m a big
girl...I can take it.”

A teasing light
danced in her eyes, and she saw the corner of his lips tilt in a smile. But in
moments, their shared humour paled to the call of the wild, overpowering
passion that suddenly mastered them.

He loved her
long and hard, thrusting deeply enough and powerfully enough to keep her
moaning out his name, while her fingernails ran deep grooves into his back. Her
legs were wrapped around him, locking him to
her
as
their conjoining grew fiercer, wilder. He ground into her, moving his hips in a
rhythm that was going to be the undoing of them both. Steadily, he built up the
flames, holding them back as long as he could, and yet still showing her that
she needed to be set, at any time, for the detonation.
And when it finally arrived, it was almost violent in
its manifestation. It let loose upon them with a vengeance, ripping a roar from
Jude’s throat as his now piston-like thrusts pushed him past the brink. Miranda
felt a shriek pass her lips before she could stop it, and had to stuff her hand
in her mouth to quell further vocal eruptions. Her body could not be so controlled
however, as she shuddered convulsively against him. She made the mistake of
looking into his eyes at that moment.

Watching him
come, and knowing that he watched her as well, was almost as majestically
erotic as the event itself.
Neither one could look away; and
within that brief time capsule there was a revealing, a drawing back of the
curtain. She knew then and there that, much against her will or even her
expectation, she’d reached that point of no return.

***

Her boss slid
into the limousine, settling into the plush seat opposite. Carly glanced
surreptitiously at her watch, and saw that they were well on schedule. She
looked up at Jude, her eyes searching his face as with a light “good morning”,
he reached for the nearby dailies.

“Rough
night?” She murmured, a smile
curving her lips. He was as impeccably groomed as ever, his hair sleek with
every gold lock in place. His dark suit fit with fashionable snugness, and he’d
unbuttoned it, revealing the startling white shirt and dark tie. And yet, even
with him looking as sharp as a pin, Carly’s skilful eye could detect that he
wasn’t totally his usually collected self. “Because you look sort of peaked,”
she added with humour-tinged concern.

“No, actually
I’m good,” he assured her with a flash of his white, perfect dentition.

“Not really you
aren’t, she insisted, her tone teasing. “I recognise that flummoxed, mind-blown
look on your face because I see it in my husband’s eyes every once in a while.”

“Really? Jude
mocked in playful surprise. “You mean after five years of marriage, you two are
still at it?

“Like horny
rabbits, she said smugly, adding with a wry twist, “Though I must say that with
the punishing schedule you’re putting me on lately, our sex life has had to
suffer somewhat.”

Jude tipped his
head at her over the top of the newspaper he was thumbing through.

“Now, now Mrs
Carly Johnson, are you trying to wrangle a raise out of me – or worse, a
vacation? I must warn you I’m averse to psychological arm twisting.”

“I can bet,”
she muttered, but was smiling. She saw him fling the paper to the side, his
profile turning to the tinted window on his right. There was a strange,
unconscious smile playing on his lips, and she could bet his mind was far away
at that moment. She was guessing it had to do with a certain buxom beauty he
must have left in his hotel room.

“That good, was
it?” she asked with an airy tone.

He turned to
her sharply, blinking in surprise. He saw the knowing look in her eye, and then
laughed shortly. “Woman, do not expect me to disclose to you every
toe-crunching detail. To be honest, the fact that we’re actually still on this
topic is making me uncomfortable. It’s almost like discussing my sex life with
my mother.”

Carly barely
huffed. “Well, I am not your mother. If you must know I do feel sort of
responsible for you, especially concerning your...fascination with the
delectable Ms Quinn. I just want to know if it’s still want you want. And if it
was worth it.”

His eyes held
hers for a steady moment. “If you’re talking about me giving up a lucrative
company for one week of sex, then yes, Carly, it was worth it. It is.”

“You know I’m
not referring to the company, Jude,” she sighed, shaking her head at him.
“Though, right now its shares are worth countless millions in dollars –
but no, that’s far from what I mean. I’m just thinking of you, Jude. You’ve
never really acted this way before; the whole propositioning her, and then
asking her here with you...it’s reckless behaviour and I’m worried someone’s
going to get hurt.”

He scowled
darkly. “It’s not like I force myself on her, Carly, because I don’t have to.
And I respect her wishes at all times. I’m not leaving Miranda Quinn with any
chance to regret her decision of yielding to me.”

“I know that,”
she said with calmness even as his scowl lingered. “But I wasn’t talking about
Miranda, Jude. I was actually talking about you.”

His expression
softened, and he actually had a small smile for her. “Well, in that case, you
can stop worrying, mother hen. I know exactly what I’m getting into.”

Famous last words
, Carly couldn’t help thinking, and
did not press the issue, especially when he changed the subject, turning their
conversation to the forthcoming meeting.

***

So...what
exactly does a paramour get to do, while her “patron” is away for the day,
wheeling and dealing? Miranda couldn’t help pondering on this near-humorous
state of affairs. She’d awoken earlier with a languid, satiated stretch to find
that Jude was gone. All she had left to remind her of his presence was the
faint, lingering hint of his gorgeous cologne, and she inhaled deeply. If her
body ached in certain places, it was in a very good way. She thought of how the
night had ended, and quelled a tiny shudder at the still intense memory.

She’d showered,
and rang up for room service. She felt she had a large appetite, and ordered a
big breakfast. Lord knows she had a lot of energy replenishment to do. Meal
finished, she lingered over one last cup of coffee, which she carried to the
window as she gazed out at the beautiful view of the city.

Miranda tried
not to think of what she was doing – what she had done. Making love with
Jude, and starting an unexpected
journey of self-discovery...she was seeing insights to her personality she’d
never known existed. And she wondered what more she would discover about
herself before the time was up.

Her moody
thoughts were broken by the sound of the phone ringing. For a moment her heart
lifted at the thought that it could be Jude. Did he miss her? Was he already
longing for her once again, so soon after their somewhat rumbustious coupling
of the night before?
But no
;
when she answered the call, it was to find that it was her brother.

“Jeffery?” she
worded in surprise. “How...how did you get this number?”

“I’m not as
inept an individual as you seem to take me for,” he growled. “It took some
doing, but I managed to find out which hotel Jude Stone happened to be staying.
I take it you’re there with him?”

“Not right now,
but yes, I’m in London with him,” she said, biting on her lip. “Jeffery, you
got my note...”

“Yes, about
that,” he growled, sounding like his teeth were clenched. “I don’t know what
the heck has come over you, but I never condoned such behaviour. I’m not even
sure what the note meant, and I don’t think I want to know exactly what you’ve
got into with this Jude Stone, but I’m ordering you to come home. Right now.”

“I’m not a
child, Jeff,” she told him with an exasperated sigh. “And trust me; I know what
I’m doing. It may not make sense to you or anyone else right now, but it does
to me. I...I just want everything to be okay.”

“And it can
be,” he said pressingly. “It’ll take some time, but we’ll get back on our feet,
Miranda. And it’ll be absent you having to ...to barter yourself with that
degenerate billionaire. That’s what he’s asking of you, isn’t it?”

“I thought you
said you didn’t want to know?” she asked wearily. “Look Jeff, thanks for being
worried about me, but I’m fine. I’m doing this because I want to. I’ll be back
in a week, okay? And then we can talk properly. Good bye.” She quickly hung up,
and was thankful when he didn’t call back. She wondered now if it had been wise
to have told Jeffery anything about it – at least, not until it was all
done with. Was he going to tell her father? Gosh, she hoped not. Now, in the
clear light of day, she was beginning to see the utter freakiness in what she’d
chosen to do.

But like she’d
told her brother, she was grown. She’d made the decision. And it
was a
decision
she was beginning to regret less and less even as she started to become
concerned about her own motives...

***

She was
surprised to receive a call from Carly soon after. “Jude is locked down in the
meeting,” Carly informed her, “But he did want me to check in on you, make sure
you were okay. He was wondering if there’s anything you wanted to do for the
day? Go sightseeing, shopping? He’s already sent the limousine back to the
hotel for you. We’ll be finished a bit late and will return in a London cab or
something. In event that you may wish to purchase anything, my boss has made
available his black card.”

“His what?”
Miranda asked quizzically.

“It’s placed in
an envelope in the top drawer of the bedroom dresser, he informed me,” was
Carly’s mild reply, and Miranda made her way there from the living room area of
the suite, Sure enough, there was an envelope, and she looked inside.

“It’s a credit
card,” Carly supplied.

“I know that.”
Miranda hadn’t meant to snap into the phone at the PA, but she really was
feeling waspish at that moment. “So, what am I supposed to do with it? Go on a
spending spree? I think your boss has got me mixed up as something else. I...”

“Miranda,
there’s no need to take offence, I assure you. He simply wishes to make your
stay as comfortable as possible. He doesn’t wish you to be bored while he’s
busy at work. And besides, this trip was his idea; you shouldn’t be made to
spend your own money in case there’s anything you might need. You’re his guest,
okay? He’s simply seeing to your welfare.”

Miranda huffed
to herself.
Guest
? Well, that had to
be one way of putting it. But she did feel silly for ranting at Carly. It had
nothing to do with the woman.

“I suggest you
take the opportunity to have fun, enjoy the city,” Carly was saying lightly.
“The chauffeur knows loads of places you can visit. It’ll definitely beat
sitting in the hotel suite all day.”

“Oh,
certainly,” Miranda murmured with a sugary tone, and then hung up fuming to
herself. She wasn’t even sure why she was angry, but she was. With every minute
that passed, she couldn’t help thinking that this all felt like something out
of a really cheesy old movie...