The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (16 page)

“Don’t cover yourself.” Parker said and
Claire took her hands away from her chest. Her full breasts spilled
from her in a bouncing motion as she let them hang free. Parker
stared hungrily at her supremely fuckable form, now defenseless in
the perfect state of undress. He began to walk slowly around her
enjoying the 360 view of the young woman who had given herself to
him so many times. He couldn’t imagine for one moment taking her
for granted and Claire could see the sentiment in his eyes. However
rough they sometimes were together she knew that she was cherished
by her husband. She trusted him completely and the feeling was
mutual. Only through such deep understanding were they able to leap
so far off the grid together.

“I want those shorts gone.” Parker
demanded.

Blinking up at him Claire obeyed. Sliding her
manicured fingers into the waist line she tantalized him in his
vantage point above. Finding the three little buttons that held
them up she slowly, excruciatingly, unfastened each one. Then
pulling them open began to shimmy them off down her ample hips,
wiggling and sending her breasts into a jiggling frenzy. The sight
brought him right to the edge and as of yet hadn’t touched him.

Removing the shorts revealed a pair of blue
and white-trimmed panties; Parker couldn’t believe how sexy this
girl could be in the simplest of clothes. She didn’t need any fancy
lingerie or cosmetic enhancement to look the most gorgeous creature
he’d ever set eyes on. He’d been with many, many women in his life.
Even while he was married he always had mistresses at his beckon
call, but none had ever stirred his heart the way Claire did.

“Lose those too.”

Claire happily hooked her thumbs into the
elastic waist and drew them down her legs. She laid back on the
carpet in dirty sneakers, cheap sunglasses and hair billowing out
beneath her head. Because she knew how to get to him desperate,
Claire spread her toned legs exposing her pussy. Below her enormous
breasts, and past the perfect soft stomach, gaped the waiting
wetness that Parker knew so well. He loved nothing more than
burying his face in the pink folds of that dazzling cunt to lick
and suck her to orgasm. Knowing exactly where to touch and rub, had
prompted so many screaming orgasms. Occasionally, multiples make
her cum and cum, leaving them to wonder if she has used her share
up. She hasn’t of course and they like to imagine that she will
continue as long as they both should live. That should have been in
the wedding vows they agree.

Parker drank in the sight of his wife lying
on the carpet in all her glory. She arched her back moving her
knees even further apart, making Parker’s heart leap from his
chest. Resting her willowy hand on her belly she smiled up at her
husband eager to please him. He slowly circled her feeling the
first beads of sweat beginning to accumulate on his forehead.
Parker thought with a smile that this was the first time they’d be
fucking on their honeymoon, so he would have to make it count.
Gently, he nudged her side with the toe of his shoe, she wiggled,
anxious for his contact.

“Please.” she begged softly. “I’m so turned
on...”

“Then why don’t you do something about it?”
Parker countered.

Claire began to raise herself on to her feet
looking ready to pounce on him. Again, Parker pushed her down with
his foot and shook his head. “No, you must do something about it
yourself.”

“What!” Claire exclaimed her eyes
widening.

“Get yourself off, I want to watch.” He
commanded.

“Parker...” Claire said truly blushing.

Parker realized he had actually found
something that Claire was shy about. He felt himself grow harder at
the wonder of it, and had to put his hands in his back pockets to
stop himself from leaping on her.

“I said touch yourself. I want to see how you
do it. I must know what you do to yourself when you’re alone, how
you make yourself cum.”

“But Parker.” Claire protested. “I’ve
never... done that in front of anyone.”

“Excellent.” Parker replied.

She bit her lip and anxiously glanced around
as if to see that they were still alone. Parker’s toes curled in
pleasure as he watched her squirm. Claire looked so incredibly
young, much like a little girl in a grown woman’s body. Slowly,
tentatively, Claire let her hands close around her breasts, with
her fingers pinching at them. She moved in an endearingly awkward
way, and Parker had to resist grinning at how adorable she was.

As she continued to play with herself
Claire’s self consciousness faded. Her nipples stood erect and
excited, her hands moved fluidly pinching and stroking her breasts
in all the right places. Parker watched as Claire’s lips parted
slightly, her moist tongue resting against her top teeth. Could she
have any idea how mind-blowing she was right now?

Her eyes flicked up to meet Parker’s and a
subtle blush rose to her cheeks, she was both bashful and turned
on. Her fingers began to creep slowly down her torso, scraping at
the sumptuous skin of her belly. She pushed down at her hips as if
resisting the inevitable journey that her hands had already
embarked upon.

“You know you want to.” Parker urged as her
fingers paused. “Do it for me, show me.”

That was all the coaching Claire needed; her
hands rested upon her sensitive inner thighs. Parker swore he could
smell her becoming wetter. Claire rolled her head back against the
carpet and raised her knees exposing her sweet little pussy. She
let the fingers of one hand trace the outline of her holy slit,
Parker’s mind reeled as he watched. She took her time exploring the
folds and lips of her pussy, reveling in the wetness of desire. She
slipped two fingers inside letting out a little moan of pleasure as
she did so. Her other fingers finally found the way to the little
knob of pleasure throbbing for her attention.

As Claire laid her fingers upon her clit she
reared as if it was electrified. Driving her fingers deeper inside,
she marveled at the strangeness of enjoying the feel of her own
pussy. She rubbed her clit quickly and then gently, as if afraid of
the power she possessed over her body. Glancing up she could see
the distinct outline of his cock straining his trousers, his
arousal only urged her on. She flicked and massaged her clit as
quickly as she could with exact precision. Her legs began to
tremble and the soft moans that had built in the back of her throat
ascended to cries of rapture. Parker watched spellbound as the
orgasm he had coaxed drew closer and closer. Looking up and meeting
his gaze made Parker realize she was waiting for permission!

“Cum.” He commanded.

As the syllable left his mouth Claire erupted
with the pleasure of lust. Writhing wildly on the floor, with eyes
closed by ecstasy, her juices flowed freely from her pussy.
Parker’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment needed to
prop himself up lest he tumble over sideways. Who was this
magnificent creature, decked out in sneakers and pleasuring herself
wildly on the ground before him? The waves of her rapture faded and
Claire was still, basking in her pool of delight. She blinked up at
Parker grinning sheepishly.

“Is that what you wanted?” She asked rolling
onto her side. Parker was paralyzed with desire could barely
speak.

“I love you.” He said dropping to his
knees.

“I love y—” Claire started, but Parker’s
mouth found hers before she could finish the word.

He pulled her almost naked body against his
enfolding her in his arms. His powerful tongue dug into her eager
mouth. She wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked sending a
wave of sensation ripping through him. Her fingers slid beneath his
waistline pulling on his white polo shirt. His removal of the
garment over his head made Claire hurry to release his belt and
free him of his trousers. She’d been waiting for a chance to suck
on his glorious dick since the moment they had awoken, and it
seemed her chance had arrived.

Before he could stop her Claire was down on
her knees, his dick was solid and so tempting. She took his pulsing
organ between her lips and wasted no time using delicate flicks of
the tongue on its head. Swallowing down as much of its length and
girth as possible, allowed her to savor the taste, texture and
smell of the cock she worshipped. She wrapped her palms around his
swollen nuts and let her fingers dance lightly across them. The
powerful sucking and delicate touch took Parker’s breath away.

In a flash Claire was face down on the
carpet; Parker had ripped of his trousers and was knelt behind her
stark naked. He forcefully lifted her hips to mount her from
behind. She thrilled as the shag carpet ripped at her elbows a
little. Parker poised his cock against her wet pussy, and reached
around her body. His fingers found her aching clit and rubbed the
tender nub until her every nerve sang with delight. As ripples of
pleasure cascaded through her he thrust his mighty cock into her.
She was sure that he would go straight through.

He pounded against her roughly taking hold of
her beautiful ass for support. Claire’s face and breasts knocked
against the carpet with every thrust; at the border of pain and
pleasure she came again as Parker’s shaft stroked her clit with an
expert amount of force. Parker dug his nails into her well-padded
ass and threw his head back. The fleeting image of Claire touching
herself on the floor had resurfaced in his mind and sent him
toppling into the realm of shattering pleasure.

Parker pulled out of Claire and came
unceasingly over her back. She gasped with surprise and delight as
his semen coated her skin. She wished to be covered completely with
the warm stickiness of her husband’s cum. Parker howled as he came,
wishing to be as one in, on, and around Claire’s incredible body.
They wished more than anything to be one in their pleasure and were
looking forward to a rapturous future of coming closer and closer
to being one body. They collapsed together onto the carpet with
their chests heaving. Parker smiled at his wife while shaking his
head in wonderment. Claire nestled against Parker’s firm chest,
giddy with delight.

“That was quite the christening for our new
fleet.” Claire said.

Parker laughed. “You can say that again.”

“Do you think anyone heard us?” Claire
asked.

After all they were parked before the very
hotel that their wedding guests had spent the night. For all they
knew someone’s grandmother could have been passing by the trailer
with the newlyweds howling their pleasure to the Gods.

Parker shrugged, he was unconcerned about
anything except his new wife and the prospect of their trip. If
this is what had occurred in the parking lot of their hotel, what
in the world was waiting for them on the open road? Reluctantly,
the pair began to gather their clothes, Parker nodded toward the
master bedroom.

“Perhaps you want to check out your travel
wardrobe?”

Claire’s eyes widened and she raced naked
across the trailer. Parker smiled as her delighted squeals rang
through the compartment. She came dancing back before him clutching
a dress to her. It was a gingham pin-up garment of the same style
as their trailer; Claire’s eyes were wide with delight.

“I feel like I’m in a movie or something.”
She squealed hurrying to put it on. Of course it hugged her in all
the right places. Parker had had her entire wardrobe built
specifically to her tantalizing measurements.

“You like it then?” Parker asked. “I thought
it was a nice touch.”

“Like it? I love it, all of it. This couldn’t
possibly be more perfect.” Claire said running to Parker and
throwing his arms around his neck. “I hope you have some Don Draper
suits hanging around here also?”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Parker winked. “I’m not
about to let you role play all by yourself.”

“Is that what we’re doing?” Claire asked.
“Role playing?”

“Well what would you call it?”

“God, I don’t know... God Parker how do you
do it? Who facilitates an across-country era-leaping
immersive-role-play honeymoon for his new wife? I swear sometimes I
think that I’ve dreamed you up.”

“I just understand you.” Parker smiled. “Some
girls go all British Romance On-the-Moors, some would dig the
classic Professor Type Liaison, but you’re something a little odder
aren’t you? I don’t think we’ve even scratched the surface of what
that imagination of yours is capable of.”

“You may be right.” Claire said.

A sudden knock on the door jolted them out of
their giddiness. Parker threw on his shirt and made his way to the
door, after wrenching it open he let out a short barking laugh.

“Oh, come on.” Savannah said from the
pavement. “We couldn’t let you guys go without seeing you off,
Christopher would have been way too upset.”

Claire’s best friend bounded on board
dragging Parker’s son Christopher behind her. Her eyes struggled to
take in everything she saw from the antique decor to her friend’s
killer dress and sexed up hair. The best that Savannah could do was
laugh.

“I don’t know what the hell you two get up
to.” She said. “But good for you?”

“What do you mean?” Christopher asked
furrowing his eyebrows at Savannah. She had agreed to babysit the
boy for a while so that the honeymoon could go off without a hitch.
This arrangement had of course hinged on the condition that
Savannah would be allowed to thoroughly lick, suckle and fuck her
best friend while Parker watched. The whole thing had turned out to
be a win-win-win situation. Maybe even a long-term arrangement?

“Nevermind.” Savannah said to the boy resting
a finger on his nose.

Christopher brushed away the touch not
knowing quite what to make of Savannah. Frisky though she was
Claire trusted Savannah implicitly with her new step son. She was a
tough cookie, and knew how to deal with any crisis. It was because
of Savannah that Claire had had the courage to hook up with Parker
in the first place. The new couple owed quite a lot to Savannah;
maybe she could be the godmother of their first child?