Curves Envy 2 - Curvy Girls Do It Better: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery

don’t care if you have to beg for it because you know it will feel so good. Look at me, Candy. Don’t close your eyes on me.” He grabs my jaw with his right hand and forces me to lock eyes with him.
    “Ah,” I scream out. My legs tremble so much I grip his arm and dig my nails into his body art. Oh God, his skin… I can’t describe the roughness and unevenness of his skin. I’m too far gone to figure anything out right now.
    His fingers pulse harder with every word until he pulls away and I whimper out in frustration. I’m like an addict who’s been denied and I can’t stand the pain.
    “Max. Please. Don’t stop,” I beg, not caring how much I have to grovel to convince him to continue stroking my clit the way he does so well. I sway my hips back and forth against his hand to entice him to continue, but instead he extracts his fingers from my pussy and forces them inside my mouth.
    “Lick.”
    I obey. He watches me lick my salty juices, enjoying every second of forbidden pleasure.
    “Now the real fun begins.” Before I can react, he scoops me off my feet and flings me over his shoulder before walking decisively towards his king-size bed. He throws me against the mattress with such force, I hold on to the sheet to avoid falling to the ground. Without a word, he yanks me towards him. I lift my arms over my head and grip the sheets to slow my slide for a second or two. I’m no fool. I know nothing I do or say will prevent him from having his way with me.
    “Oh, fuck, Max, touch me, lick me, suck me,” I plead, desperate. He chuckles. He knows he has me where he wants me.
    He doesn’t wait for me to beg twice. Max dips his tongue inside my wet pussy and I cry out, bucking against his mouth. He reaches one hand up and pinches my nipples, sending me spiraling in a vortex of hedonistic pleasure. This is too much. He’s gorging on my clit like a wolf on a prey. I need release so badly, I think I’m going to die.
    Lord.
    I lift my hips in the air, desperate, and he rewards me by sliding a finger into me, pulsating up against my wall, driving me towards the edge while he flicks my hard node with the tip of his tongue. Without warning, he pins me down, controlling my pleasure.
    “Do you remember when I told you about your tits belonging to me now? Well, make that double for your pussy, and don’t you ever forget it.”
    I’m so dazed, it takes me a few seconds to lift my head from the bed to meet his gaze, but when I do, he’s already focused on eating my pussy again.
    Max is lapping and plunging his tongue deep inside me so mercilessly, I can only shake my head from left to right in an attempt to temper the looming orgasm threatening to explode inside me. His lips crash down against my pussy as he thrusts a second finger inside me, stretching my tightness forcefully. His tongue is more demanding and rubs faster and faster until I yank my hips up, clamping my thighs against his head. I start to quake, my orgasm building, and I close my eyes. Fuck, I’m coming. I come undone against his mouth with a scream I’ve never heard leave my body before. The spasms ripple through me with such intensity, it’s as if I’m freefalling from a cliff into heaven.
    “Oh, Max,” I scream out, reaching for his head.
    He brushes my hand away before pushing his fingers into a place I’ve never explored before—my ass. His fingers are still slick with my own juices and slide in easily.
    Mother of God.
    How can something so wrong, so forbidden, so kinky leave me panting like this? It’s like nothing else I’ve experienced so far. None of the men I’ve been with have ever dared to touch me there, but Max doesn’t even ask—he simply takes.
    “You’re impossibly tight down there, Candy. You might need a few warm-up sessions before you’re able to handle my big cock.”
    What? I tense, stricken by panic. There’s no way I’m allowing him to go there. Good girls don’t have anal sex, right?
    “Don’t worry. It’s