His Prize Model (A BBW Romance)

by Malcolm Jordan

  At first Ethan doesn’t move. I am expecting him to start screwing me, but I am discovering he is a master at everything he does. He lays still on top of me with his dick stationary, allowing my body to accept the intruder. I feel myself slowly opening up to accommodate his prick…my juices bathing him inside me.

  Then he gently starts screwing me. His huge prick takes up every imaginable space inside me as he rocks back and forth. The initial pain subsides and while my insides are still burning up, a pleasurable sensation washes over me. I know I should be trying to please him or something, but my body is transfixed, my flesh tortured by tis rapturous sensation.

  “Give it to me, Ethan. Don’t stop doing me,” I demand huskily. The words are coming from my mouth, but it’s as if someone else is speaking

  Ethan’s eyes bulge. “Say fuck, Riley…tell me to fuck you.”

  I am shy and inexperienced but I don’t want him to think of me as a baby. “F…fuck me Ethan,” I whimper. “Fuck me, daddy.”

  My words seem to have touched a nerve as Ethan lets out a bloodcurdling groan and lunches deeper inside me.

  Emboldened, Ethan increases his strokes, stabbing me a bit harder, while kissing my lips and cupping my breasts. Pleasure courses from every part of my body. I have never felt anything this good in my life.

  I grind my hips against him, faster and faster an as his prick slides into my wet box a raw, rippling wave washes over me, starting in my breasts, thundering along my thighs and finally exploding inside my sex causing it to clench his rod in a vice grip.

  Molten lava pool inside my core and empties itself in cataclysmic waves as an orgasm washes my mind clean of reason, leaving only way need. Energy burns low on my rips, riding beneath my spine. “Lord, you are coming again Riley. I can feel you sweep pussy milking my cock. Of baby, get ready for my come, I am going to bathe your pussy with my come.”

  Ethan words set alight my core, and I feel another tickle in my sex and I scream. I howl and scream and thrash about under the vicious assault of his monster prick. “You dick is driving me insane, baby,” I cry.

  “Say cock,” Ethan grunt. “It’s my cock…it’s your cock.”

  “Give me all of you c..cock, Ethan,” I stammer. Ethan forces his dick all the way inside and I can feel it in my tummy.

  My tsunami hits with such force that I scream…no. it’s more like a wail and I am sure I have awakened everyone in the mansion. Still, I don’t give a damn. I am getting fucked for the first time…and it’s by Ethan.

  Ethan continue fucking me even as I orgasm. He shows no mercy and I scream again and again as multiple orgasms wrack my mind and body.

  I am feeling so fucking great. I want Ethan to come too. Even though I am still feeling the pain of my deflowering, I still wrap my legs around his back, not wanting to let go until I return the favor. “Ethan, I want you to cum for me. I want to make you cum,” I look into his yes. I want so much to reward the man who has made me a woman and who has made my first time something I will never forget.

  He increases the speed of his plunges, but there is a pained look on his face.

  “What’s the matter, is the sex not good for you?” I ask, perplexed.

  Ethan reaches over to the night stand, opens the draw and pulls out a gun.

  Ethan does not miss a beat as he continues making love to me, but places the gun in my hand, wrapping my finger on the trigger and holds it to his temple. His finger presses against mine on the trigger.

  “No Ethan, don’t. What are you doing? Is it loaded?…oh my God…”

  “Just pull the trigger, Riley. Now, it’s not loaded. It’s just a game I like to play.”

  At first I am scared out of my wits…but then something happens… a sense of excitement surges within me. I feel the power of the gun in my hands… the cold steel unlocks a deep, dark passion within my core. I am throbbing with desire.

  I want to feel what it’s like to click the trigger.

  Reluctantly and much to my dismay, I squeeze the trigger. At the same time Ethan shudders and spills his load. A load groan escapes his lips as he orgasms . I have no idea what manner of man this is and what is to come but for now I am lost in the afterglow of losing my maidenhead.

  CHAPTER 12

  Ethan

  I look at the sleeping form of the beautiful young woman lying beside me and take a deep breath. Riley Hamilton is hands down one of the most beautiful women in the world. From her sculpted cheekbones and gorgeous eyes to her devilish curves, when it comes to looks, she is indeed unmatched royalty. They say she is a plus-size, but that means more women for me to enjoy.

  Very few women are really beautiful when naked, especially after a night of passionate lovemaking. They are normally average without makeup or sexy lingerie, but Riley is remarkable in her natural form. There is one word to describe her…breathtaking.

  She had amazed me during our sexual encounter last night. For a virgin, she had handled herself rather well, not shying away from my big cock when I know her small big, beautiful body must have been wracked with pain. The fact that she wanted me to enjoy myself as much as she did is a plus in my book.

  Riley had pretty much freaked out when I placed the gun at my temple and let her click the trigger, but I think she ended up rather enjoying it.

  My mind flashes back to that fateful night in Afghanistan. I had been dating a local Afghan girl, against the advice of my fellow Navy Seals and my own better judgment. They felt that the girl could be a spy and was setting me up. But Ariana, that was her name, had been so bewitchingly beautiful I felt she had been worth the risk. Besides, I thrive on danger and death didn’t scare me one bit. That night we had been making love and just when I had started to orgasm, Ariana had brandished a gun, aimed at my temple and fired. For some reason, the gun failed to discharge, but the feeling of being so close to death had caused me to have the most pronounced orgasm of my life.

  I had quickly wrestled the gun away from her, placed a pillow on her chest and shot her straight through the heart, killing her instantly. I beat a hasty retreat, just managing to evade capture at the hands of the rebels who were closing in.

  Ariana had indeed betrayed me, but back at camp I could not stop thinking about the orgasm I had with the gun at my temple. During the next few weeks routine sex just couldn’t cut it for me. I yearned to experience the thrill I had felt when Ariana tried to kill me.

  From that day, I developed a fantasy about my gun and tried it a few times during sex. The act always made me cum in spades.

  I’m know I am a sick motherfucker, but not that crazy to try Russian Roulette. And unloaded gun suits me just fine.

  ***

  Riley stirs beside me and her eyes flicker open, bewitching…twinkling like a million fireflies on a dark night in a rural Caribbean village. Her lips part in a sensuous smile and for some reason my heart swells with pride… a rather unusual emotional feeling for me.

  Hmm, what’s going on here with you, Ethan? Are you developing a soft spot for this young chick?

  “Hi lover… what happen, can’t sleep?” Riley’s voice is slightly hoarse from all the screaming last night, but nevertheless as seductive as ever. There is an afterglow to her face, the look a woman has when she has been properly fucked.

  “I was just watching you sleeping like a baby. You looked so peaceful,” I remark, genuinely.

  “So you were up all night watching lil old me?” Riley asks, in that teasing girly voice of hers.

  “I don’t sleep a lot. It’s always been that way…I guess it’s my Navy Seal training kicking in, since we always had to be on the lookout for danger. You know the saying about sleeping with one eye open…”

  Riley rotates her shoulders and stretches lazily. “You have nothing to fear with me, Ethan, I am as harmless as a pussycat,” she ventures.

  Riley is flat out gorgeous, and I have to confess that when she bats her lashes and her eyes twinkle, a man can’t help but be hypnotized. “Why are you looking at me
in that tone of voice?” Riley tries her hand at being funny.

  I smile. “Just realizing how beautiful you really are, little girl.”

  “Ethan, stop it! I am not a little girl,” she blurts out, pouting. “I sure as heck wasn’t a little girl last night, now was I, dude?”

  I laugh this time; A genuine, full-throated bellow that I have not heard coming from myself in quite a long time. “No, you were not a little girl last night,” I reply. “In fact, my dear Riley Hamilton, you are no longer a little girl. You are now a full-blown woman.”

  Riley giggles, then her face takes on a serious expression. “I could have given it away many times, Ethan, but I always said I wanted to save my virginity for a very special man.” She hesitates for a minute, then resumes. “I am glad it was you. It was amazing, sure hurt like hell for a while, but it was simply incredible. Thank you.”

  With her little speech out of the way, Riley reaches over to where I am lying on the bed and kisses me hard on the lips. The kiss reeks not just of passion, but hints of something more. I kiss her back, gently this time, and for a moment I am lost in the intensity of the moment and under the spell of little Miss Riley Hamilton. What’s it about this young girl and not any of the others?

  “Ethan, I am scared for you.”

  “Why are you scared, Riley?”

  “That thing you did with the gun last night, it was crazy.”

  “And that’s what makes it so exciting.”

  “I’m not kidding, dude. I find guns scary”

  I exhale and stare at the ceiling, before looking back down at her. “I am who I am, Riley. Nothing can change that. I live by my own rules.” I raise my brows. “Listen, I have stare death in the face many times. Whether it was the sniper’s bullet that barely missed my heart, or landmines blasting around me while the enemy was trying to eliminate me, I wasn’t fazed one damn bit. I can only be me… that will never change. So an unloaded gun at my temple is no big deal. You have to just accept me as I am.”

  I am trying to be as honest with her as possible. I know she will not understand, but that’s the best answer she is going to get.

  Riley sighs, yawns and again stretches lazily. I stare outside the French windows and can see the onset of dawn. “I have to leave before everyone wakes up, but I hope I will see you later.” I kiss Riley on the forehead, quickly dress and walk out the room. I can feel her eyes on me, but I never once look back.

  CHAPTER 13

  Riley

  I pull the covers over my naked body and lay back on the massive king-size four poster bed, exhausted. There is a delicious hurting between my legs that reminds me that I am no longer untouched. I giggle at the thought. I am finally rid of that albatross people refer to as a maidenhead.

  Ethan had been magnificent. I felt pleasures I never knew existed and what that had done was to awaken a desire buried deep within me. I want more… much more of that sweet prick…cock.

  A blush creases my face as I remember taking a peek at his monster dick as he slammed into me. I had wanted to scream and run, but the entire scene turned me on in a way that negated the pain.

  I am about to drift back into dreamland, when there is a knock on the door. Is Ethan back for more? “Come on it, the door is open.” I wonder why he is even bothering to knock.

  The door opens and in strides Jada, with a huge grin, the size of the Grand Canyon on her pretty face. “Jada, what are you doing up so early?” I am surprised to see my friend at this time of the morning, after all she doesn’t like to get up before noon, unless she has a casting.

  “I just wanted to check in on you, but by the look of things it seems you had company last night,” she exclaims.

  My face would turn darker is that were possible, but I blush like crazy, caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

  “So you did have company. Jeez, it was Ethan wasn’t it, he came last night?” Jada’s voice has raised an octave. “Riley, did he fuck you?”

  I nod, giggling like a school girl. Jada rushes over and jumps into the bed with me, screaming her head off. “Details girlfriend… I want details.”

  There is no escaping Jada’s gaze, not matter how I try to look away. “Well, he just appeared out of nowhere. And girl, can he make love. Ethan took me to heaven and back, no bull.”

  “I am so happy for you, Riley,” Jada says. “Not happy about the affair, because Ethan Stone has a God complex, but happy that you have finally felt what a cock feels like.”

  “To tell you the truth, Jada… I want more, but he didn’t want to leave me too sore.”

  Jada hunches on her elbows while I give her the blow by blow details…everything except the part with the gun. That’s my little secret. “So now, what?” Jada quizzes. “Are you guys an item? Is he your lover?”

  “Jada, I have no idea. I just know that we had sex and I want more. There was no talk of commitment or a relationship, and quite frankly, I am not sure if I am even ready for that,” I gush. “Honey, Ethan doesn’t seem the settling down type anyway.” I am speaking to Jada, but it’s also as if I am lecturing myself.

  Again, there is a knock on the door. I reach for my robe, put it on and quickly open up. It’s one of the housemen. “Will you be having breakfast in bed, Madam? And if so what would you like?” He says in his ever courteous manner.

  “Just coffee, fruits and scrambled eggs…for two please.” I suddenly remember Jada. No sense eating too much, even in paradise.

  I close the door and head to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

  “Be right back,” Jada mouths off.

  I am in the mood for a long, hot bath, but that will have to wait until later. I put the water on cold and shiver as the icy prickles spear my flesh. It feels invigorating, just what the doctor ordered. That spot between my legs still hurts a bit from the bruising I received at the hands of Ethan, but it’s a small price to pay for the newfound confidence I have in my ability as a woman…as a lover.

  Most of the models and crew are leaving tomorrow, after the big show today, but Ethan had extended an invitation to whoever wanted to stay an extra day to do so at his expense. Jada and I had decided to spend the extra day relaxing on the beach before returning to New York.

  Jada and breakfast arrive almost simultaneously and we simply devour the meal. I had no idea I was this hungry. I guess sex does take a lot of energy.

  The meal is delicious, especially the fresh fruits, which are simply to die for. Were we not models, I would have ordered seconds.

  Breakfast out of the way, I decide to spend the morning catching up on my beauty sleep, since I have fittings later in the afternoon and the big show in the evening. I am dog tired. Ethan sure did a number on my body and not being used to the rigors of sex, I quickly doze off.

  I am awakened by Jada’s insistent nudging and she informs me that it’s time to get ready for fitting. I wearily amble out of bed, grab a quick shower and accompany her on to the set where the show will be held. The place is a beehive of activities, with lights, sound and camera equipment, all being meticulously put in place.

  All the models are herded backstage, where we meet with the respective designers for final fitting. Hair and make-up will take place after the clothes are assembled. I feel a rush of adrenaline being in the company of the world’s most celebrated models, many of whom I have idolized for years. The funny thing though, is that they all want to meet me. Yes, lil old Riley… with just a few months in the business under my belt. It’s a major surprise, but I act cool and collected and mingle with the girls and guys, as if I belong in their exalted company.

  Fitting out of the way, Jada and I have a light lunch of fruits and veggies, before returning on set once again where I undergo a lengthy hair and make-up session. Jada watches over me like a hawk, ensuring my beauty treatment is done to her standards. In the end, she is pleased and gives a nod of approval.

  Through all this, my mind keeps flashing back to Ethan and our night together, even while I am seated in fr
ont of the stylists. I have to force myself to concentrate on the task at hand. I don’t want to be a flop tonight… not with the eyes of the world on me, since the event will be broadcast live everywhere.

  Slowly regaining my composure, I gather myself for the big event. Backstage is now a mad house, with models and designers screaming at the top of their lungs, trying to get everything perfect for Show Time. I feel a calmness envelope me as the clock ticks down. I think I was born for the big stage. I always rise to the occasion.

  Then the curtain rises and it’s my turn to hit the runway. I exhale, take a high-five from Jada and hit the catwalk. There is a huge roar from the jam-jacked audience of dignitaries and celebrities. Anybody who is anybody in the industry is in the crowd and I strut my stuff as if I was born modeling. The place goes wild, which gives me additional confidence and for the next two hours I rock the house, earning more applause than any other model, slim or plus-size.

  Not even Ethan crosses my mind when I am on the stage. I am in the zone and I literally kill it.

  Photographers and designers mob me backstage after the show, all wanting a few minutes of my time, and Jada has to act as bodyguard to keep the horde at bay. I am in my element; this is what I was created to do.

  The rest of the night passes in a blur of champagne toasts, photographs and small talk and it’s after midnight when I finally slump into bed, dog tired. I had been so busy during the night that I had not even gotten a chance to speak to Ethan. I half expect him to appear at my bedside and with that thought in my head I fall into a deep slumber, before finally awaking to the sweet aroma of the Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee that they serve on Cary Island. My eyes slowly peel open to behold the sight of Jada in my room with a tray of scrambled egg white and whole wheat toast. “Breakfast for the new modeling sensation,” she chirps. “I’m so proud of you girl… you rocked last night.”

  I smile sheepishly. It had indeed been a night I will never forget and I stretch out in bed, basking in the afterglow of my triumph.