Taking Her Curves (BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance) (2 page)

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Flying. Being close to William West meant you
did it a whole lot. I wasn't the best person to put on a plane.
Even after jet setting much of the world with him, I sat in my
seat, trying to hold steady, keep my focus off the fact I was in a
trembling iron tube thousands of feet above the world.

A top of the line plane, we had a whole
compartment of the craft to ourselves, tailored to Will's desires.
Food, flatscreens, and much more, but nausea canceled out the
first, and focusing on anything was a good way to get motion
sickness. I sat in a comfortable chair at his side, himself looking
through the business papers. "So...Will... why do you live so far
away from the rest of your family?"

He put down the paper, and stared off in the
distance for a time.

"I mean, I moved where I went because of
that's where the jobs are. You can live wherever you want without
question. Why keep them so far?"

"...My sister and I don't get along as
siblings should. It's for the best our contact remains
minimal."

"What does she do that annoys you so
much?"

"Being herself. She has two years on me, and
I never heard the end of it of growing up. Listen to big sister, do
everything that she says, don't talk back."

I shook my head. "Will, everyone has
relationships like that with their siblings. That doesn't mean you
cut them out of your life."

"Supposedly. But their siblings don't usually
hold legal guardianship over them."

I glared over at him. "You never told me
about this, you know."

"It's best forgotten. My parents passed when
I was 16, Allison 18. She told me at the time she'd work with me to
do what's best for our family and out little sister Tina. This
lasted a few weeks, then we got over the grieving and she became a
tyrant."

"I'm so sorry, Will..." I shook my head at
how little I truly knew of him. The kindness and genuine nature of
him was enough...I never felt the need to pry into a past he didn't
want to talk about.

"Telling me what school to go to, what to do,
obsessed with the family legacy, taking over control of the
fortunes our parents left behind for us. She's done well with it,
granted, but the less I'm around Ally, the better. I respect her
enough to present my marriage, and then I'm fine with not speaking
to her for another decade."

"Have you even tried to mend fences,
Will?"

"I've considered it...but what could I do to
reach out to a wall?"

The jet shook ever so slightly, and I shook
my head, trying to keep myself together.

"How are you holding together, Suzanne?"

"Fine, fine. Don't mind me."

I saw that cruel, devious grin form across
his lips. "...I know of something that may help you keep your mind
off the flight, let you rest easier..."

He leaned over, and ran his soft hand across
my cheek, pushing my hair away and caressing me simply. He pulled
me over for a kiss, sliding his tongue through my lips, letting
them mingle with one another, letting those sparks charge through
my mind. The unease of being in an iron tube hurtling through the
sky suddenly seemed further away in my mind.

Will's hand ran down over the curves of my
body, to my breasts, over the fabric of my traveling dress,
forceful enough to let those areola embrace his touch. His hands
went to the tie that was holding up the top end, letting it droop
and reveal my bra to him, getting closer, making me experience more
of his fingers against my skin. A snap of the strap, and there was
nothing separating him from giving me the full essence of his flesh
against mine.

I never truly figured out why William West
wanted a girl like me. I had something a little extra on every
curve of my body... society told me I should be ashamed of myself,
that I ought to be doing ten miles in the gym every day until I
turned into a toothpick. Will for some reason always bucked what
society thought of him, reveled in defying the norm... and somehow
this led to him liking that I had a few dozen bonus pounds.

Perhaps it was the breasts he worshiped,
fingers and tongue united, going over that skin, underside, top
side, every bit of those heaving orbs, focused on those areola and
nipples that spiked the pleasure of his touch all the way through
me. I sat back, and let him serve me, because it was often the way
he liked it, that I was his woman, his to do with as he pleased. My
heart thudded as he lowered that dress down further past my
stomach.

Round, soft...society says it should have
been toned and been cut with abs if I was going to be the worthy
trophy wife of a billionaire. But here he was, rubbing it, letting
me enjoy the tingly and ticklish nature of his touch. I grinned,
always liking how he circled down to my navel, teasing the
sensitivity of that crevasse, before using his deft strength to
finish yanking that dress down off me, leaving me in simply my
panties.

"...Will...what about the attendants...?"

"They know better to disturb us without
permission. Quiet. Let me apply my airsickness cure, my curvy
diamond."

Dr. West continued his treatment. He urged me
closer and closer off of the seat, letting his hands roam behind
me, behind those ass cheeks. Having some extra junk back there was
somehow more socially acceptable, but it was simply part of my
overall package for Will, something he appreciated and loved to be
on top of everything else about me. Over those panties, he pinched
through, getting a load of me, tugging at the fabric, and pulling
them deep into my more sensitive of folds.

His breath eased out of his mouth, and
blowing through the panties, teasing me, letting that sweet
moisture down there come together, proof I was so ready to bend to
his whims. A flick of the tongue sent a little surge through me,
and made me beg for him to finish stripping me and give his full
force.

My soothing moans and gasps cued him off, and
he was quick to do as I wanted, his lips right on me as soon as the
fabric was off. He suckled on my mound, using the little bit of
extra there to please me and tease me even further. His tongue went
lower, deeper, circling around my clit, pressuring it ever so
slightly to fire me up, before going down to my labia and sliding
all around me, before plugging it into me, letting me embrace the
great pleasure that rocked through my being.

Will kept at it, building up, pleasing me so
eloquently as he often did. I glanced at his eyes, and saw his own
excitement...he liked nothing more than bending me to his desires,
the edge of ecstasy mocking me as he dangled me from it.

But William West had other ideas. As my moans
grew louder, perhaps giving an indication to the attendants on what
was going on in our little section of the craft...he lifted me to
my feet, replacing his deft tongue with a skilled finger that
sought to keep me dangling over the precipice of ecstasy.

"I've brought many women on tours of the
world...but I've never experienced the sinful decadence of sending
her soaring far above where we flew. My curvy diamond, let us enjoy
such things." Through those dress pants, his firmness pressed
against me, fully hard from the joys he had visited upon me.

He eased me over the luxurious seats, and
urged me to stare out the windows, to the world we were sailing
above. High clouds, the vibrations of the plane shaking through me
as I heard unbuttoning of his pants. His heat slid around my
cheeks, the anticipation flaring up within me, as he inched himself
closer to my eager pussy.

With a thrust, he speared deep into my aching
channel, a wondrous swirl of pleasure spinning me upwards towards
that delightful warmth. His hands dug into my ample breasts,
gripping them as he relentlessly plowed in and out of me with even
greater tenacity, taking my moans as encouragement to go even
faster inside of me.

I soared high above the plane as he pushed
me, delighting in the joy of the lightness he brought, using me,
his hands so fully taking my curves, moving them, adding an extra
push into my ascent into the paradise of heaven. Even more rapidly
he pounded into me, his groans coming clearly into my ear, bringing
a smile to my face, wanting him to be right there with me.

And together, we enjoyed one another, the
explosion of bliss inside of me met with his, his heat flooding
into my pussy, as he often so loved to do. It was his way of
marking me, primal, costing him nothing but being the most valuable
thing he could give me.

Will regretfully withdrew from me, and guided
me back to my seat, not caring about the juices that were leaking
out of me as he took his seat beside me. I certainly wasn't all
that concerned about airsickness anymore.

"So how does it feel to be part of an elite
club, Suzanne?" Will mused, satisfied with what he had
accomplished.

"...It's not that elite. There's people who
do it in the bathrooms on commercial flights all the time."

He stared into the distance, picturing it in
his mind. "...That hardly seems comfortable."

***

"Oh my..." I peered out the window of the
limo as it pulled up to Allison West's estate. Fountains, hedge
mazes, pools, half a dozen floors, gardens growing up the side of
the mansion and all throughout the front.

Will sneered at the passing landscape. "Why
so shocked, Suzanne? Mine is just as seeped in excess as hers, and
I actually worked to make mine happen."

"I knew your family was loaded Will, but this
much between you?"

"Allison got most of my parent's earnings.
All I got was my education paid for. She's a wise investor on top
of that...and she married rich."

"Does she have more or less than you?" I
glanced at him. "...Just curious."

"It's not nice to talk about money,
Suzanne."

"Ah, so more." I smiled and nodded.

"Excuse me for choosing you over someone who
owns 80% of the chemical industries in America."

"Hey, I'm not judging you. After a certain
point, isn't it all kinda excess anyway?"

He let out a breath, reaching for the door as
the vehicle pulled into one of the countless garages of the estate.
"That's what tends to happen. Dollars turn into points, something
to brag about rather than actually use."

Will was always quick to the other end of the
vehicle, beating his chauffeur to task of opening my door, and
taking my hand. I accepted it, and followed his lead up the stairs
towards my future sister in law's home. Allison West's servants
presented the entrance, and greeted us with a massive great hall
that intimidated me with its vastness.

"William!" A tall woman came down those
stairs, equipped with high heels and a stylish day dress that ended
slightly above her knees. Her hair was curled, her nails polished
and painted, her face gracefully made up. Everything was shown the
utmost care for her appearance, and here she was reaching out to
Will with a hug. "You need to visit more often, little
brother."

Will nodded inside his sister's clutches, his
smile forced. "I'm quite busy, Allison. Empire building and all
that."

"It's a bit crazy not to see you since you
got out of college though. It's almost as if you don't like
me."

Will really forced that smile. "How could
anyone possibly hate you...?"

She patted him on the back and broke away
from him, and her eyes shifted to me. "You must be Suzanne.
I've...read much about you, sweetie."

"Hi..." I offered a hand, trying to play
nice.

She didn't accept it, instead choosing
deflection. "I'm Allison, but you better get used to calling me
sister, shouldn't you?"

"Sure. Sis?"

"So tell me. What do you do, Suzanne?"

"Allison, this isn't the time to interrogate
my fiance." Will stepped in, breaking our handshake. "Let's settle
in."

"Oh, sorry William. I'm just..." She looked
me over, up and down. "...so excited to learn everything about
Suzanne here. If it's like everything I've read..."

"Where's Tina?" Will glanced around.

"Oh, I can get her. Tina!" Allison called out
to the upper floors. "She's deep in study about where she's going
to go off to school next year. She needs to go to Oxford, but she's
fighting me over it. Where did you go to school, Suzanne?"

"Uhh...Minnesota State?" I rambled out.

"...Sure." She shook her head, before turning
to a more spirited girl bounced down the stairs, wearing a more
casual t-shirt and jeans.

"Hi Will!" She jumped at him with a big hug,
Will returning it. It seemed far more genuine than it was for
Allison. "Missed you."

"Tina...you've grown a great deal."

"You haven't seen me in like 6 years. I was
12, what the hell do you expect?"

"Don't use that language Tina. It's not
proper for someone of your stature. And we have guests, shouldn't
you have wore that dress like I told you to?"