The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) by Denise Avery Page B

his hands and
knees further into Claire’s soft body, “So you like pussy now, do
you?”
    “Not as much as I love your dick in me,”
Claire said desperately, “I love your fucking cock so much it
hurts, Parker.”
    “You don’t know what hurt is, little girl,”
Parker said, “Not yet, you don’t.”
    And with that, he was on her. Not on top of
her, pressing down like last time. Instead, he fell upon her with
digging fingers, ripping at the flesh of her arms and spinning her
around so that she faced the cold hard stairs, lying on her soft
belly. With no effort at all it seemed, Parker’s hands worked off
Claire’s think cotton tee shirt, ripping the neckline, tossing it
aside like a used rag. The clasp of her bra may as well have not
existed, her tore through it so quickly.
    She felt his rough, hard hands close around
her breasts and the hardness of his cock brushed against the
uncharted territory of her asshole. The dual sensation was far too
much for her, and she felt as if she might faint.
    Parker would not let her off the hook so
easy. How had this city slicker’s hands become so rough, anyway?
She didn’t have time to wonder. He stripped her of her panties, and
her intentionally flimsy skirt, tossing away her clothing like it
were disposable. She was lying naked under him, face down on the
cold wooden stairs. The hard wood of the staircase accosted her
delicate bones and muscles as the hard wood of his cock bucked
against her exposed pussy. She reached back to free his cock from
the belted waistband that held it, and he roughly grabbed her by
the hair.
    “Don’t you fucking move,” he growled, “Don’t
you make a fucking sound.”
    She turned her face away from him, lay her
cheek against the cold wood. He removed his shirt behind her and,
without speaking, tied her arms behind her with the discarded
garment. She felt her pussy grow wet at the first sign of
confinement, entrapment. She wanted nothing more than to be his
plaything, and it didn’t seem like he objected to that notion one
bit.
    She heard the hard, definite clank of his
belt buckle as it came undone, the scintillating whoosh of his
zipper sliding down its track. Suddenly, she felt the heat of his
body against hers, the long, pulsating length of his thick cock
pulsating against her naked ass. Her pulse quickened. She never
taken if from behind before... in any orifice. She’d always been
opposed to doggy style before, but with the clearly alpha male...
she couldn’t wait.
    She lifted her round, full ass before him as
an offering to do with what he would, and words seemed to fail him.
With an animalistic grunt, he slid the tip of his member in the
wet, waiting depth of her pussy. She gasped, unprepared for the
size of him yet again. She knew that as many times as he entered
her, she’d never grow accustomed to that girth. He slammed his dick
into her eager cunt, and she winced as it stretched the lips of
her. He pounded her against the stairs, her head banging against
the grainy wood.
    Quicker and more forcefully his thrusts
rained down upon her, barreling into that spot within her that
could set her free. With one huge, Herculean push, he sent her
flying into orgasm, and he was right behind her. He pulled out of
her pussy and allowed the warm spray of his seed to coat her back,
get into her hair, and mark her.
    “You’re mine, Claire,” he panted, grinning
down at her cum-covered back. “You are mine for the keeping.”
    “Can I take a shower?” Claire asked
innocently, running her fingers along a stream of cum coursing down
her arm.
    Parker chuckled and grabbed her roughly by
the arm. He began to tug her up the stairs, pushing her back down
the minute she got her footing. She struggled honestly and
obediently, wincing as her exposed hips and breasts banged against
the wood. She was his, and she was elated. He could do with her
whatever he wanted now, because she knew that she had him ensnared
for life. He may have been the dominant