The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel)

by Denise Avery

  She let her full lips rest against the moist head of Parker’s cock, enjoying the sensual shudder that ran through his body at her touch. She was going to give him the ride of his life, whether he was ready or not. Claire parted her lips and let them slide over Parker’s dick, taking just the tip into her eager mouth. Her swift tongue ran along the edge of his tender glans, moving at an excruciatingly slow place. Parker kept one hand on the steering wheel and let the other wrap itself around Claire’s hair. He forced her head down, urging her to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. The girl happily obliged, feeling his swelling dick fill her entire mouth and then some. She let her tongue dance against the tender underside of his organ, loving the way his hips rocked so slowly, forcing his dick ever further down her throat.

  She was dizzy with the effort of swallowing him, and began to move her mouth up and down along his dick. Her hands closed around his enormous balls, tickling them ever-so-softly, cupping first one firm orb and then the other. Parker’s breathing became faster, and he grabbed with firm fingers at Claire’s back. She could taste that he was close to cumming, and got excited herself. She pulled away from his dick for just a moment to tell him how incredibly wet it was making her to pleasure him like this.

  “I wish you could feel it,” she whispered.

  “First things first,” he said.

  She happily took the hint and dove back into her task, letting his cock fill her mouth, tickle her throat. Her tongue danced against his head, while her hands worked his shaft and balls. She knew exactly how to touch him and knew that she did. With expert care, she worked ever closer toward orgasm until finally, he burst. With an animal moan he came, his seed surging into Claire’s waiting mouth. She cupped his dick and slurped happily at his cum, loving the warm taste of him as he washed over her tongue and down her throat. She wanted every little bit of him in her that she could get, and happily accepted this offering.

  Claire licked her lips, savoring the last bit of his delicious seed. She lay her head against his leg and gently redressed his now-happy cock. Who knew that such illicit deeds could offer such contentment? She felt like she could stay there forever, like a child being rocked to sleep, happy that the world was at peace. Parker lay his hand in her hair, gently stroking it. The way that he jumped from tender to brutal never failed to excite her. She knew that their life together would certainly never be boring!

  In utter peace, Claire drifted off to sleep. She knew that men were prone to naps after sex, but after working a gigantic dick like Parker’s, she needed a nap as well! She awoke what felt like a moment later only to realize that she’d slept through the whole journey from Brooklyn to Manhattan. She sat up as Parker parked the car, embarrassed at having passed out.

  “I’m sorry about that,” she said.

  “Don’t worry,” Parker smiled.

  “Are we back at the townhouse?” Claire asked.

  “Not exactly,” Parker said, “We needed to make a pit stop first.”

  “What kind of pit stop?”

  “Well, why don’t you look out the window and see?” Parker said.

  Claire jerked her head around and realized that they were parked right on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. She blinked out into the bright light of day and took in her surroundings. They were parked before a department store with beautiful displays in the windows of what looked like...

  “Wedding dresses?” Claire said, feeling the wind leave her body, “Parker...”

  “Am I being too presumptuous?” he said apologetically. “Let me start over...” from the front pocket of his suit, Parker drew a tiny box. Claire recognized it from a million and a half romantic comedies, but could still hardly believe that the heroine this time was her! Parker opened the box, presenting it to Claire. Inside was the most gorgeous ring that Claire had even seen. It was a gigantic, art deco inspired piece, with a rose cut diamond surrounded by pearly opals. The platinum band shone in the afternoon sunlight, and Claire could hardly rip her eyes away from the piece.

  “Parker...” she breathed, feeling her throat grow thick with tears, “I don’t know what to say...”

  “Oh course you don’t,” he said, “I haven’t asked you anything yet.”

  “Oh. Right.”

  “Here goes. Claire, I knew from the moment my eyes landed on you in that subway car that I needed you, fully. I couldn’t have guessed then the depth of your kindness, your intelligence, and your beauty. And man would be lucky to have you, and I hope that you’ll make me the luckiest man in the world by agreeing to marry me. Will, you Claire?”

  “Of course, dummy!” she wept, throwing her arms around Parker’s thick neck.

  He chuckled and slid the ring onto her finger. It looked even better on her than it did in the box! Claire saw tears shining in her new fiancé’s eyes and wondered how the hell they had arrived at this point. She couldn’t make sense of it, but she was so happy to be his that she didn’t bother parsing the issue too thoroughly.

  “Let’s go get you a dress, my dear,” he said, smiling radiantly at her, “You are going to make the most beautiful bride...”

  “Guess I should start slimming down for the big day, huh?” she joked.

  “Don’t you dare change one hair on your head, or I’ll really have to teach you a lesson little girl,” Parker winked. Claire laughed at their private joke and leapt from the car. They walked arm in arm into the bridal shop, as if practicing for their walk down the aisle already.

  ***

  The ceremony was small but tastefully elegant. Claire’s parents and siblings were in attendance, a little baffled by having just learned of Claire’s new man through the engagement announcement. Her father was put somewhat at ease when he realized that Claire was marrying someone at the top of the Forbes list, especially considering her student loans (which Parker had paid off entirely as an engagement gift). Savannah stood beside Claire as the maid of honor and Parker’s young son Tyler was the best man. There was wonderful food, free-flowing booze, and a roof-top reception overlooking the gleaming cityscape of New York. Claire kept pinching herself, making sure that she hadn’t dreamed the whole thing, but sure enough there she was. She locked eyes with Parker over and over through the evening and thanked her lucky stars every time she remembered that they were each others to keep.

  At some point in the evening, Claire had felt a tap on her shoulder and found herself face-to-face with a diminutive, important-looking man in a seersucker suit jacket.

  “Congratulations, Claire,” the man said, “You look beautiful in white.”

  “Thank you very much,” Claire said graciously, “You’re going to think that I’m terribly rude, but I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

  “No, we haven’t. I own one of the biggest private art galleries in the city,” the man went on, “Parker’s an old friend, and he showed me some of your photographs. The long and the short of it is that I love them. I want to set a private gallery show as soon as possible. What do you say?”

  Parker winked at Claire over the man’s shoulder and raised his glass. Claire nodded dumbly, amazed at her continued good fortune. Her career, love life, and future were sewn up with one wonderful thread at twenty-two, and she knew exactly who to thank. How in the world could things get any better for her?

  “Claire!” Savannah rushed through the crowd and grabbed onto her best friend’s arm. “I’m so happy for you! You really hit the jackpot, huh? I can’t really picture you as a step mom, but I’ll be you’ll be the envy of all the moms on the block. By the way, I think you’ll really like my wedding present,” she said devilishly, “I think that you and Parker will get a lot of use out of it.”

  “Savannah, what...?” Claire said, but felt a strong hand on her upper arm. She turned around to see Parker staring at her hungrily.

  “May I steal my bride away from you, Savannah?” he asked.

  “Of course,” the girl grinned, “You two have fun!”

  “Oh, we will,” Parker said, “Oh
, and Savannah? I’ve got my eye on you. No more funny business with my wife.”

  “Who, me?” Savannah cooed, giving her best angelic expression that neither Parker nor Claire bought for a moment. “Have a good wedding night, darlings!”

  Claire, in a haze of ecstatic delirium, felt Parker’s strong arms lead her through the rooftop gathering, toward their penthouse bridal suite. Just before they reached the door of their room, Parker scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her across the threshold.

  “Well, my darling wife,” he said tenderly, “However should we spend the evening?”

  “Oh, I don’t know!” Claire said, “Where should we begin? And... what’s that?”

  Parker looked into the world and saw the heavy chest sitting at the foot of their bed.

  “I don’t know...” he said, setting her down gently, “Why don’t we find out?”

  They advanced on the object and Claire noticed a note sticking out of the top. She grabbed the card and, reading, shook her head. For two crazy kids, Love Savannah, the note read. Claire could only imagine what was inside. Parker pried open the top of the best and his eyes grew wide. The entire thing was a toy chest of all their favorite props. Whips, chains, gags, ropes, plus what looked like a life’s supply of kinky lingerie exactly Claire’s size.

  “That is one solid maid of honor I’ve got, huh?” Claire said, but lost her train of thought as she saw the hungry look in Parker’s eyes.

  “Get out of that dress,” he growled.

  Claire looked down at her wedding dress. It was a slinky, mermaid number, covered in a spray of tiny diamonds. She loved that dress more than any article of clothing she had ever owned, but she was more than happy to cast it aside at her husband’s command. Slowly, tantalizingly, she slipped out of the piece. As the garment fell from her body, Parker gasped. Claire had outdone herself where her bridal lingerie was concerned.

  Her already large bust was thrust upward by a white whalebone corset. The twin bulges of her breasts rose and fell with her quick breath. Her hips flared sumptuously over the tiny white lace thong she had donned for the occasion, and the matching white garters at her thighs pushed Parker over the deep end.

  “Now spin,” he said, “Let me get a good look at you.”

  Claire happily obliged, turning slowly on her heel so that Parker could get a good view of her luscious bottom. As his eyes fell upon the firm swell of her ass, he let out a lustful groan. Claire turned back to face him, her eyes wide and her body ready.

  “I’ve always let you do what you wanted with me,” Claire said, “Haven’t I?”

  “Sure you have,” Parker replied, his eyes transfixed by her hourglass figure.

  “Well,” Claire said, “I have a request for you this time.”

  Parker’s eyes flicked upward to her face, eager. “Anything,” he said.

  “OK,” said Claire, “I want you to promise me that you’ll never hold anything back from me. Even if you think I’ll get freaked out or nervous. I want all of you. Everything that you are. Even the dirtiest, nastiest bits. OK? Do you promise?”

  In response, Parker reached into their treasure chest and pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at her—and that smile was the only promise she needed.

  Parker advanced on his bride slowly, as she stood rooted in place before him. Without a word, he circled her, drinking in the sight of her. Suddenly, he wrenched her arms behind her and secured them with the cuffs, locking her wrists in the cool metal. The cold feel of the cuffs turned her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store.

  She felt his hot breath on her neck from his place behind her. He pressed his body against hers, and she felt his dick grow hard against her. She loved knowing what she did to him, and yearned to reach for her favorite cock, but he was in charge. His hands wrapped themselves around her heaving breasts, his fingers testing the metal clasps running down the front of the garment.

  With a sharp tug, Parker ripped the corset down the front, sending clasps flying around the world. Claire gasped as her breasts fell out of their containment, falling against the swell of her belly.

  “Sorry,” Parker said tossing the corset aside, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

  His fingers deftly found her alert nipples, teasing the erect nubs. She burrowed her face against his neck as he tweaked and pinched her tender nipples. She let her tongue flick against her husband’s neck and, as if activated by her touch, he turned her forcefully around and pushed her down onto the bed.

  She fell heavily into the sheets, bound as she was, and winced as the cuffs ate into the skin of her wrists. Parker stared down at her and grabbed onto her ankles. He pulled her forward so that her ass rested against the edge of the bed and lowered his head to her crotch. He let his tongue flick playfully against her clit through the silk thong, and Claire nearly came on the spot. But he wasn’t about to let her go that easily. He raked his teeth against her fleshy thighs and closed them around the thin string of her thong. With a fierce toss of his head, he tore the flimsy panties from her waist, revealing the warm, wet depth of her pussy.

  Parker moaned, drinking in the smell of her female fragrance. He eyed the garters at her thighs and smiled. “Those stay,” he decided, and ran his hands along her inner thighs. He began to finger her gently, rubbing all the right places. Claire closed her eyes tightly, letting the pleasure build in her gut. Parker grabbed onto her thighs and pushed them back against her chest, diving face first into her cunt. As he licked and sucked at her, he expertly removed his own clothing, unleashing his monstrous cock, rippling chest and shoulders, his powerful thighs.

  They were naked together, man and wife... except for the garters and cuffs, of course. Parker stood up and lay Claire’s calves over his shoulders. Her breath caught into her chest as she felt the stiffness of his cock against her wet and waiting pussy. With a mighty thrust, Parker pushed himself into the folds of Claire’s pussy, alleviating the ache of anticipation oh so sweetly. Claire raised her pelvis to accept her husband’s cock, rocking against his impressive manhood like her life depended on it.

  With each thrust, Parker drove deeper into his bride, until she was fairly certain that he’s go straight through her. His faced was screwed up with pleasure and, as he continued to pummel her, he let his fingers play against her clit.

  “Come with me,” he demanded.

  “Come on me,” she countered.

  They were more than happy to abide by the other. With a mighty buck of his dick and rub of his thumb, Parker sent Claire barreling into a mind-blowing orgasm. She let out a shriek of animal pleasure as Parker tugged his cock from the wet depths of her and she quickly reached down to jerk him as cum splayed across her tits. The warm seed splashed across her soft belly and billowing tits, coating her and filling her chest with delight. He came mightily, spilling his seed over her in gushing streams. She basked in the sticky wet of his juices, wondering how she could have ever gotten so goddamned lucky.

  Finally, Parker collapsed over her, supporting himself on strong arms. He blinked down at her, astounded as ever by the force of his own orgasm, her extreme beauty, and her love. He reached under her and gently undid the cuffs, marveling at the welts left behind. She smiled at him, assuring him that it was OK, and that she liked it.

  He settled down besides her, curling around her like a big spoon. She collapsed against him, enjoying the embrace, enjoying his roving hands that rested first on her hips, then on her belly, and her breasts. She looked around the gorgeous suite, at her wedding dress on the floor, at the barrel of sex toys they’d be able to test out together. She felt happy tears in her eyes, her body begin to shake.

  Parker clutched her closer in concern, “What is it, baby? Are you OK?”

  “OK?” Claire laughed through her tears, “I’m ecstatic! I don’t understand how this all happened. How did I get to be the luckiest fucking girl in the world? Look at you! You’re a gorgeous, succes
sful, powerful, dangerous, compassionate man. And you’re all mine! All this is mine. Parker, I have to ask. Why did you choose me?”

  She felt his strong arms close around her. “Oh, Claire,” he said, “Don’t you understand? As soon as I saw you, I had no choice. It was always you, darling. And it always will be.”

  She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling the call of contented sleep. She drifted off in Parker’s arms, secure and happy with her new life. If this is what people called submission, she was fine submitting to their definition. She wouldn’t want her life any other way.

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  Chapter 6

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  The first thing that swam across Claire’s bleary vision was the blurry outline of a man’s face. Confused and addled, she felt a sharp stab of panic ram against her ribcage. Why was everything so foggy? Where was she? Who was looming over her?

  “Claire? Darling?” She heard a deep voice which seemed as if it was calling from across a canyon.

  The world above her was a pointillist nightmare of black and white spots popping across the scope of her vision. She was finding it difficult to breathe and couldn’t remember why.

  “Get off of me”, she moaned while weakly batting at the figure she could vaguely sense in her proximity. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

  A strong pair of hands closed around her limp wrists. She recognized the grip immediately, and felt calmed by the force of this contact. Her husband’s grasp was one she would never forget or mistake for another’s. She instantly felt a wave of calmness gush through her consciousness; Parker was here so she was safe.

  “Can you hear me? Claire, are you there?” Parker asked softly with some urgency. “Claire, if you’re awake baby, say something?”