The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) by Bethany Rousseau Page B

legs, rubbing against her soaking wet pussy. He rocked
his hips, teasing her interminably; his hot, hard cock slipped
along her wet slit slowly and steadily, the tip barely missing her
clit as he moved against her. Sounds were leaving her throat,
wordless expressions of intense need that Gabrielle had never made
before, and she tried to push down, back, wanting more than
anything to feel Edwards inside of her. “Remember, you’re here for
my pleasure,” Edwards murmured, shifting his movements slightly so
that his cock was pressed right up against the well of her pussy,
tantalizingly close to where she wanted it most. Gabrielle gritted
her teeth, trying to calm her breathing as her body shook with a
desire so intense that every moment of waiting was torture.
     
    Edwards thrust into her slowly, filling her
tight pussy, and Gabrielle moaned out, long and low, sagging with
brief satisfaction against the desk. She panted as she felt the
thickness of him pushing up along her inner walls, inexorably
thrusting deeper inside of her as she stood there helpless to
either stop him or to change the pace. He pulled out of her almost
entirely before thrusting even deeper inside, taking his time to
let her feel every inch of him penetrating her. Gabrielle realized
she was clenching her hands into fists, biting her lip so hard that
she could almost taste blood, as she held herself up, trying to
will Edwards to move faster. Instead he continued his slow, steady
thrusts for several more long moments, tormenting Gabrielle with
the satisfaction of the feeling of his cock deep inside of her
before withdrawing it. He pulled out until just his tip was inside
of her and stopped, leaving Gabrielle shaking with pent-up desire.
“Push yourself onto me,” he commanded her. “Show me how much you
want me.” Gabrielle squirmed, trying to get a better position, and
pushed her hips back and down as hard as she could, struggling with
her lack of leverage and balance. She heard Edwards’ lust-filled
chuckle, and his hands closed on her hips, pushing her back up
against the desk and pinning her there.
     
    Instead of continuing the torture, he thrust
into her hard and fast, making Gabrielle gasp at the jolt of
pleasure the sudden movement sent through her body. Edwards held
onto her tightly, keeping her utterly helpless and still as he
thrust into her again and again, pounding into her from behind. She
squirmed and writhed, trying ineffectually to twist her hips as her
body was gripped by mounting pleasure. She remembered in a daze
that she wasn’t allowed to come without his permission—Gabrielle
moaned and whimpered, fighting against the momentum of increasing
arousal that built up in her with every thrust of Edwards’ hips as
he plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy. She bit her bottom
lip, trying to focus on the tingling fire of pain along her ass
cheeks instead of the intense pleasure that Edwards was giving her.
She couldn’t hold back—a flare of panic rose up in her mind—she was
going to disobey Edwards.
     
    Gabrielle twisted and writhed, straining to
try and keep herself from reaching the orgasm that was only a
hair’s breadth away. “Remember, Gabrielle,” Edwards murmured
between moans. Gabrielle was shaking, her whole body tense with the
effort of restraining herself. She could feel herself getting
closer and closer to orgasm, whimpering from the strain.
     
    “Please…” she said, gasping, straining
against the cuffs on her wrists. “Please, Mr. Edwards…” She heard
him chuckle shortly, and one of his hands left her hips, dipping
around and down between her legs. He began to stroke her clit,
finding it in a moment, and Gabrielle let out a cry, the whimpers
leaving her lips constantly as the contact made it nearly
impossible for her to continue holding back. She was so
close—pleasure was coursing through her body, sensation shooting up
along every nerve.
     
    Edwards’ fingertips played more firmly
against her clit,