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

not going to happen tonight, sweetness. Relax, don’t fight it—enjoy it.”
    My mind is resisting, unwilling to allow myself to soak in the pleasurable tremors, but my body has already given in. Holy shit. I shudder through another orgasmic shockwave as Max pushes his fingers deeper into my backside, all the way into the knuckle, while he presses his lips against my clit.
    “Oh, oh, oh,” I scream out as my body comes apart around his tongue. The climactic spasms hit me so hard I stop breathing for a second. This is the most intense orgasm ever.
    I lie on his king-size bed with my eyes shut, savoring every ripple traveling through my exhausted body. My legs are wide open and I’m gasping for air while Max blows hot air against my fiery pussy.
    “I hope you don’t think we’re done yet.”
    Good Lord, I need a minute or two.
    “Huh?” I’m so spent, I can’t even lift my head to look at him. “I don’t think my body can handle another orgasm, Max.”
    “You can’t possibly be serious. I’m certain you have at least one more in you, but I’m gambling on two.”
    “You’re so ambitious,” I tease.
    “Candy, my cock is raging. I’m so hard I was practically fucking the mattress while I was tongue-fucking you. I need to lose myself inside you,” he says, getting back on his feet. He walks to the night table near his bed and opens a drawer. He walks back to the bed where I’m still in a post-climactic semi-conscious state and hands me a box. “Why don’t you help me sheathe my cock so I can slide into the warmth of your pussy.”
    I roll to my side and look at the box of condoms as if it’s a dangerous object. Oh, God, this is awkward. I open my mouth a few times, but I’m not sure how to say what’s on my mind without revealing how much I lack experience with men.
    “What? You don’t like this brand of condom?”
    “I’m sure they’re fine,” I mumble. “It’s…” I reach out and grab the box before getting up on my elbows. “Well…”
    “I’m listening,” he presses.
    “I don’t know how to put one on. I’ve never had to do it before,” I whine. “The guy was always the one who took the lead.” In an effort to avoid looking like a complete newbie, I attempt to open the box, but it’s a disaster. I fumble to open the packaging as if I have six thumbs. “Crap.” I finally manage to open it, but in my haste, the cardboard rips wide open and a flurry of condoms spill out onto the bed. I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself, but Max roars with laughter.
    “Sweet Candy. Your innocence is such a turn-on.”
    “I was afraid you’d be upset.”
    “Why would I be upset?” he says, climbing back into the bed next to me. “Why don’t we try together.” He picks up one single packet from the spill and hands it to me before pushing the others onto the floor. “It’s not complicated. Take the condom out and roll it down my dick.”
    I so can do this.
    I give myself a silent pep talk and I obey. My hands shake, but I’m determined. I cover the head of his cock and try to roll the condom down his shaft, but it won’t budge. I try to push harder, but still nothing is happening. He contorts his face in a grimace and I instantly know I’ve screwed up. He looks down at his cock and looks up at me before laughing again.
    “You’re almost there. It won’t roll down because you have it the wrong way,” he mocks. “If you keep tugging at my cock like this with the condom, I won’t be able to fuck you because I’ll be in so much pain. Try again,” he says, reaching onto the floor to grab another one.
    “Oh, okay.”
    I take the second condom he throws onto the bed and I unroll it with tentative fingers and place it on top of his very big erection. “Dammit,” I let out, annoyed. The whole process seems to take an eternity, but to my surprise, Max patiently strokes my hair. I take a breath to calm down and I finally manage to slide the darn condom over him, cautious to avoid