The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (21 page)

Quickly, he undid her jeans and his own.
Before she could say a word, he slipping his fingers into her wet
pussy, surprising her with the sudden burst of pleasure. She looked
into Sam’s eyes as he stroked at her clit, kneading it, sending
ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. She needed to have
him inside of her. Needed him in a way that she always needed him.
As she crept toward coming, she glanced quickly around to make sure
there were no kids afoot.

Assured, she spread her legs wide for Sam and
reached down for his bare cock. It was practically made of stone,
straight and hard and ready. She happily slipped Sam’s dick into
her pussy, which accepted him like an old friend. Her head fell
back as he slid into her, filling her up all the way, just as he
always did. At this angle, with her hips titled just the right way,
she could feel Sam at the very back of her.

He thrust powerfully into her, making her
gasp with the effort of accommodating such a large specimen. He
fucked her urgently, but not hastily, making the most of every
movement, every swing of his powerful hips. Claire grabbed at his
back and shoulders, firm and strong from years of heaving lifting
and life in the woods. He was a man who drew this strength from the
land—who lived to use his hands, whether on fixing a motor vehicle
or working his wife toward orgasm. He reached back down between
them and kept working on her clit. The combination of penetration
of full on assault of the little pleasure knob sent Claire over the
edge.

She drew him once more into her pussy,
bringing him in deeply as she came and came. Having released her,
Sam came into her, pulling her tightly against him. She tightened
her legs around him, bringing them as close as possible as they
knocked against each other in the ecstasy of the moment. His cum
flowed into her, filled her up, and she loved the sensation of it
as much then as she had the first time they’d made love.

As the waves of pleasure rolled back out to
sea, Claire hopped down from the counter a bit shakily. Sex was
never dull with Sam, never once. They grinned at each other like
teenagers as they redressed themselves. Sam grabbed playfully at
Claire’s nipples while she reached down for his dick, which was not
an easily intimidated organ. Just as they finished dressing, a door
in the next cabin banged open, the sound of young voices flooded
the house.

Sam and Claire exchanged relieved glances.
Somehow, they had managed to carry on their sexual forays without
having any of the kids walk in on them. God knows, with some of the
freakier stuff they got into, it could have been potentially
scarring for one of the little ones. How do you explain why mommy’s
butt is plugged up to a six-year-old? Not exactly parent of the
year material, right there. But Sam and Claire had been lucky so
far.

A clattering stampede of footsteps barreled
toward the main cabin and three rambunctious bundles of flannel and
denim trampled into the room. Claire groaned as the mud from their
boots splattered against the floor, their coats and hats flung
unceremoniously from their bodies onto every available surface. Her
kids were nothing if not consistently messy. Still, she couldn’t
help but grin at their impeccable timing. A few moments earlier and
they definitely would have gotten an eyeful of mom being fucked on
the countertop where their school lunches were put together. Talk
about scarred for life—she’d never heard the end of something like
that.

“Hey Mom!” the kids chirped over each other.
Claire grabbed the child closest to her and brought him into her
chest. There was nothing in the world better than getting back
inside from the world and wrapping her arms around her brilliant
children. There were three, altogether. First was Charlie, who had
just turned ten, then there was Julie, who was eight, and then of
course there was Patrick, who was six. She closed Patrick into a
bear hug and planted a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek. Patrick was
still the baby of the family, and the one who tolerated this kind
of affection the most.

“What are you guys doing back up here so
soon?” Sam asked, winking at Claire, “I thought you’d be down by
the lake until dinner time, at least!”

“We got hungry,” Charlie said, poking his
head into the fridge. Charlie was growing like a tree, it seemed to
Claire. He shot up every single day, and she had no doubt that he’d
be as tall and broad as his father. Charlie was in every way the
big brother of the family. He guarded his little siblings like a
sheep dog and was always prepared to take on whatever domestic
responsibilities were dished out to him. If there were dishes to be
washed or yard work to be done, Charlie was on top of it.

Julie scurried to join Charlie in front of
the open fridge, standing on her tip toes to get a better view.
They were very close, the two oldest. Julie was very sharp, was
very surely the brain of the family. She was uncoordinated and not
nearly as physically strong as her brother, but Claire thought it
was good that they each had their own “thing”.

“Mom, what’re we having for dinner?” Julie
asked, eyeing an artichoke suspiciously.

“A little bit of everything,” Claire
responded.

“Did you take some good pictures today?”
asked Charlie.

“There were a few good shots, I think. It’s
so pretty out today.”

“Yeah!” said Patrick, wiggling out of
Claire’s grip, “It was the prettiest day ever!”

Claire smiled down at her smallest son. That
was his catchphrase, the prettiest day ever. Claire was
continuously amazed at how rosy her son’s worldview was. Sure, he
was still a little tyke, but his endless loving and optimism were
something to behold, indeed.

“Why don’t you guys go clean up?” Sam
suggested, herding the children toward their rooms. The scurried
out in front of him, nipping at each others’ heels. The three made
an interesting, well-rounded trio, that much was certain. With only
two years separating each, they were about as close as could be.
The cabin complex was not exactly close to many playmates, so the
three kids ended up keeping each other company quite often. Their
games wound and unfolded with beautiful chaotic glee, and Claire
was so happy to see their imaginations developing along with their
skills and talents.

Sam wrapped his arms around Claire’s waist
and planted a kiss on her cheek. She squirmed around in his arms so
that she was facing him and lay her lips against his. They stood
together in the kitchen, embracing, and Claire could not believe
how turned on she could get just from kissing her husband of ten
years. She’d heard all her life about how the spark dies after you
get married, but that certainly wasn’t the case with her and Sam.
If anything, their love and passion had intensified with the years
they’d spent together. She loved him more with every passing
day.

As Sam went off to clean himself up for
dinner, Claire began to prepare the produce she had gotten in town.
Standing in the kitchen, peeling beets and turnips (the kids were
wild about root vegetables), Claire took stock of her life at that
moment. She was happily preparing dinner for her family, a job
which was not expected of her but which she did with delight. Her
kids were beautiful, energetic wonders, and her husband was the
sexiest man in the world, at least in her mind. She really had done
quite well for herself.

For the first time in a long while, she let
her mind wander away from the present moment, away from the
gorgeous cabin in the woods, away from her wonderful children and
loving husband, from her career as a photographer and her success
as an artist. She traced back through the years in her mind, back
to when she was a young woman just starting out on her life’s
journey. Back to just after she’d graduated from her urban
university and was living on her own for the first time as an
adult. It had been an absolutely terrifying time.

She’d graduated from college and immediately
moved in with her ridiculous man-child of a college sweetheart.
They’d shared a minuscule, dingy apartment together, which she was
mostly paying for herself. To keep ramen on the table, she’d held
down a job at a boutique children’s store and hated every minute of
it. The customers she was forced to deal with represented her worst
prejudices against not only parents but city-dwellers. And her boss
was an absurd caricature of a shrieking, middle-aged harpy. Her
best friend Savannah had worked there as well, seeing as she was
between sugar daddies at the time, and that had been the only
saving grace.

She couldn’t believe that her life had once
been so unlike it was now! She had been so scared as that young
post-grad, who had no idea what the world had in store for her.
Every moment was riddled with anxiety, she couldn’t appreciate the
beautiful things in life because she was so scared that the bottom
was going to fall out any moment. Everyone was telling her to enjoy
her twenties, because they were the best years of her life, and she
just wanted to punch every one of those people in the face.

In hindsight, she could see how she let
herself get swept off her feet when Parker arrived on the scene.
There she was, muddling her way through life, broke as hell, in an
unloving and silly relationship with a kid who didn’t have any more
answers than she did. And to top it all off, she was living in New
York City, that huge tangled web of dreams realized and deferred,
where girls like Savannah had wild, sexy adventures that would make
any self-respecting sailor blush just a little bit.

And into the wild mess of insecurities,
hang-ups, and fears, Parker had sauntered. One fateful morning,
while Claire was riding the subway into work, a tall, strapping man
in a nice jacket had stood up for her against the advances of some
catcalling groper. That day, he had stood for all that was good in
the world, a bastion of order against the tides of change and
chaos. Of course, Claire could see now that Parker was doing
nothing more than was required of him by the notion of basic human
decency, but that day he had seemed like a knight in shining
armor.

Claire had fallen for Parker’s heroic shtick
hook, line, and sinker. He charmed her instantly on the train that
morning, his air of maturity and mystique were like ambrosia to
her. She drank it all up. Even when she realized that Parker was
actually her dragon lady of a boss’s husband, that he had a child
with a trust fund and billions of dollars, it didn’t deter her.
Well, perhaps it did for a second, but that second was negligible
in the long run. Nothing could have stopped her from buying into
what Parker was selling at the time.

He had arrived into her world at the exact
moment when she was most susceptible to his particular brand of
bullshit. Arrived on the scene just as she needed a leading man of
his type. That day on the subway, she chose to let the scenario
play out, because it was just that—playing. She’d been playing at
being the kind of person to get wrapped up in someone like Parker,
and the illicitness he had to offer. She just had no idea then how
far she would actually let the act go on.

But with some prodding and a lot of ignorant
bliss, she’d let Parker lead her down an insane road that was
glamorous, dangerous, and more than a little sad. For god’s sake,
he had hijacked her life right from beneath her! She woke up that
morning as a struggling, typical college girl, but he wasn’t intent
on letting her stay that way for long. No, instead he lured her in.
Despite the fact that he was married—to her boss!—despite the fact
that he had a kid, despite their difference in age... None of that
mattered to Parker, who’d seen something he wanted.

Claire had been fooled into a tryst with
Parker. Lured in on the promise of being special to him, the one
person who could truly tame and understand him. She’d submitted to
his sexual whims like the good little girl she wanted to remain. He
was incredibly dominant, in a way that Claire had never before
experienced. She fell in with his gender-specific, obvious ideals
about domination and submission, without ever putting in her own
two cents about what she wanted from sex, and what she needed from
a relationship. She never once opened her mouth to her master,
unless she was putting his dick inside of it.

Looking back, she couldn’t believe that she’d
tricked herself into thinking that she was in love with Parker. She
was having a fantastic time playing at being a cosmopolitan tramp,
that was for sure. And the lavish gifts and lifestyle sure didn’t
hurt. She had a fantastic time in Parker’s luxurious apartments and
hotel rooms, liked eating his expensive food and drinking his
expensive wine and booze. His decadent lifestyle was appealing,
that was for sure, and it seemed at first that he’d give her a real
shot of making something of herself, artistically.

What she didn’t consider then, and what it
hurt to consider ten years later, was that there were other lives
on the line, apart from her own, that were torn to pieces by her
little charade. As much as Claire despised her boss, it wasn’t fair
for her life to be torn apart because of some fantasy. Cheryl,
Parker’s ex, must have been humiliated by being replaced by someone
younger and sexier. And what about their son, Christopher? Claire
had no idea where he was now. She hoped that he didn’t hate her too
much for ruining it all.

Of course, the blame belonged with Parker as
well. He was the sort of man whose pleasure was first and foremost
in his mind. He didn’t care for a moment what the long-term impact
of his attention would be on Claire. He didn’t mind that she was in
over her head when it came to the roughness of their sex, the
danger of it. To be fair, she’d enjoyed the sex, most of the time.
Most of the time, it had been fantastic. But that wasn’t the point.
The point was that her life had been steered away from her own
needs.