His Prize Model (A BBW Romance)

by Malcolm Jordan

  CHAPTER 17

  Riley

  I nearly collapse when I see Ethan standing at the entrance to my apartment with that trademark smirk on his face. For a moment, I can’t move. I just stand transfixed, as if I am seeing a ghost. Finally, I find my footing and run over toward him and jump into his mighty arms.

  Ethan easily catches me and holds on tightly. His muscular arms almost choke the life out of me. But I don’t frigging care.

  My man has come to look for me. He misses me. That’s all I care about. “Ethan, what are you doing in New York?” I ask, raining kisses on his lips.

  “I have to close a big takeover deal in a few days and decided to come over early,” he speaks calmly, as if measuring his words.

  “Are you sure, Ethan? Are you sure you didn’t come over early to see this pretty young model?” I am deliriously happy so the reason really doesn’t matter.

  Ethan laughs. “I came over by the apartment and Jada said you were out, so I decided to wait until you returned,” he says.

  “Yes, I was having dinner at a friend and then came straight home. What a surprise, dude.” I finally release him from my clasp.

  “Come, girl, you are heading home with me tonight,” Ethan states in that tone of his that lets you know he is not asking, simply commanding you.

  “But I have no change of clothes,” I stammer. “What will I wear in the morning?”

  “Don’t you worry, I can have clothes delivered to the apartment in your size, night or day. Now let’s go.” He takes my arms and walks me toward the Jaguar parked on the other side of the road.

  Oh, how I love that freaking, sexy car. I wish Ethan would fuck me in it one night.

  Ethan opens the door for me, then slides into his seat and sends the big car purring down the streets. He is obviously in a hurry, and steps on the gas, oblivious to everyone around us.

  He wants me…my lover wants me badly.

  After around half an hour, we screech to a halt in front of an imposing building in Manhattan’s priciest neighborhood, Billionaire’s Row. A valet appears out of nowhere, accepts the keys and drives the car towards the garage. Ethan hardly speaks, but helps me into the private elevator. He presses the penthouse and it zooms upward. Then out of the blue, Ethan reaches forward, touches a button and the elevator screeches to a halt.

  “I want to fuck you right here… right now. I can’t wait any longer,” he says throatily. I can hear the lust and passion in his voice.

  “I am yours to screw any time and any place you choose, dude,” I respond, my panties moistening at his bold move.

  Ethan grabs me in his arms and kisses me hungrily, as if he hasn’t seen me in weeks. I return his ardor, my tongue seeking his in a playful dance.

  His hands are on my breasts, skillfully manipulating my nipples. “Oh Lord,” I whimper, jolted by bolts of lightning heating my flesh. “I am so wet for you, baby.”

  I let out a groan, my panties are soaking wet.

  Ethan’s mouth seeks my breasts and he nibbles on my nipples… one, then the other, paying equal attention to both. They are standing at attention like two soldiers in a parade. His lips sink into my breasts and I moan, tearing the buttons off his shirt… watching them clatter to the floor. I stroke his naked chest, feeling its raw power.

  “I want to fuck you. I have been thinking about you tight, little pussy all week and that sweet round ass of your,” he grunts. “My cock is going to release some white juice in your pussy tonight.”

  His filthy words have me panting and gushing like a geyser.

  Ethan pushes me against the elevator wall and raises my dress above my waist. His fingers slide between my legs, rubbing against the soaking wet fabric of my panties. I nearly have an orgasm right there and then.

  This time there is no need for foreplay. My lover’s dick is hard and presses against my flesh as is trying to bore a hole inside me.

  Ethan is ready to ravish me.

  He uses his hand to part the crotch of my panties and gently inserts his middle finger inside my moist, wet opening. My body is on fire as he makes small circles with his fingers, while at the same time brushing his thumb against my clit.

  Ethan lifts me off the floor like a rag doll and grabs me by the ass. He rubs the head of his big shaft against my wetness.

  I spread my thighs to receive his monster and he pushes my knees up and wedges himself between my inviting thighs. He teases my folds, coating himself with my wetness and his dick slides across the damp folds towards my wetness. “Fuck Riley, I want this tender young pussy,” Ethan is like a man possessed, his breath coming out in short, hard gasps and his eyes bulging.

  I feel the head of his massive cock piercing my flesh and the silky heat between my thighs capture him, his rigid shaft stroking the furnaces of my loins. He presses me into the wall even as he presses himself inside me. His cock spears into me burning like a brand. “More, Ethan. Give me more of your sweet dick, “ I whimper, biting into his shoulder to stop myself from screaming. Ethan pushes further inside me, until I can feel him in my tummy. Then he starts fucking me, slowly, a gentle rotation of his hips that has me moaning and biting him even harder.

  I grab Ethan’s muscular ass and pull him further inside me. He is fucking me harder now. His monster prick sliding in and out of my wetness, banging me against the wall.

  “Fuck me, fuck me,” I hear myself screaming. Ethan bangs inside me harder and I see the fucking stars. I am on fire. I feel my insides turning to jelly and I explode, bathing his cock with my juices. Yet still he fucks me, without missing a beat. He is like a machine, his piston ramming into me and I scream again and again as I come over and over.

  Ethan smiles and finally ceases his action. He drops me back down on the ground and pulls up his boxers and pants.

  “But honey, you didn’t cum yet,” I start to object.

  “Riley, the night has just begun. Let’s get into the bedroom, I want to fuck you in my bed.”

  The elevator door opens and Ethan and I stumble outside, all over each other. The passion still burning brightly. Ethan scans his fingers to open the high tech door and my eyes enlarge as I walk inside. It’s as if I am stepping into Wonderland. Ethan’s apartment has the most beautifully decorated living room I have ever seen in my life… something straight out of a Home Décor magazine.

  “Do you like?” He gestures, pacing the room like a panther.

  “Ethan, c’mon, what do you mean if I like? I frigging love the place, dude. It’s awesome,” I gush, letting go of his waist and circling the room.

  I stroll up to the magnificent paintings, some I recognize as being super expensive. Then there is the antique furniture that I would kill to own. Ethan Stone has amazing taste.

  “No time for a fucking tour, Riley,” he grunts. “Get your sexy ass in the bedroom for some more dick.”

  Ethan grabs my hand and leads me into a large, masculine room, with a king size, four poster bed in the middle. There is a sunken area and a bathroom with Jacuzzi, everything made of gold. I feel like I am in King Midas’ flipping lair.

  I jump onto the massive bed, savoring the texture of the expensive linen. It feels so freaking good under my body.

  “Strip,” Ethan orders. “I want to see you in nothing but panties.”

  Thanks goodness I always wear sexy panties.

  I climb off the bed provocatively and proceed to give him a tantalizing strip tease. Ethan’s eyes never once leave my body. I can see the lust bristling inside of them. I can feel the heat between us even in the air conditioned room. I just love when my man is on fire for me.

  “You like what you see, Ethan?” I tease, knowing full well that I look sensational and that Ethan adores my body.

  “You’re fucking right I do, girl. You are so damn hot. I want to taste you now,” he growls in response.

  I lay down in the bed, on my tummy…ass arched in the air… twerking suggestively.

  Ethan strips off his clothes and climbs behind me. I
feel his tongue licking me from the rear, circling my clitoris and flicking it with just the right amount of pressure. My juices slide onto his tongue and I bury my head in the pillow to keep from screaming.

  His tongue darts inside me, like a snake, wiggling and dancing between my legs, matching the sensuous movements of my loins. I feel like a bitch in heat, loving the oral pleasures of my main man. Ethan is a master at eating a woman and he takes me up in the clouds.

  “Up,” he commands again. “Stand on the floor and bend over. I want to fuck you from behind.” His voice is gruff with wanton lust.

  I slowly raise off the bed and bend over, touching my toes, my folds opening for all the world to see. Ethan grabs me by the hips and forces his cock inside me. I scream in pleasure. A bitter sweet feeling permeates my body. He raises my hips in the air and slams inside me, banging me with steady, sturdy strokes. “Ethan, oh gosh…don’t stop fucking me.” I am beyond lust…my body is a temple of carnal desires. He is like an animal now, plowing into me faster and faster until I am screaming like a banshee, orgasms washing over me until my legs turn to jelly and I almost fall to the ground.

  Ethan drops me back on my feet and flops onto the bed. I climb on too and look at him lovingly.

  “Where is the gun, Ethan?” I ask, breathing heavily. “Where is the freaking gun, dude?”

  “It’s in the bedside table…why are you asking?” There is a sense of surprise in his normally commanding voice.

  I reach over, open the draw and withdraw the shiny revolver, examining it curiously.

  “Riley, I am not using the gun tonight?”

  “It’s not for you, Ethan. I want to use it.”

  “What do you mean…you?”

  I look my lover squarely in the eyes. “I want to play with your gun tonight. It’s my turn.”

  To say Ethan is shocked is an understatement. His eyes widen and his nostril flares. “Riley, you don’t have to do this…it’s not for you.”

  I look at him daringly. “I want to experience what my man is feeling and you can’t freaking stop me.” I dig in my heels. I want to see how much this man really cares for me.

  Ethan climbs on top of me and slips his prick inside me. I grimace with pleasure. He fucks me with steady strokes, his eyes fixed on the gun lying in my limp hand. He quickens his strokes and I can feel another tsunami approaching. My hips buckle and as soon as I feel the orgasm hitting, I raise the run to my temple. Ethan suddenly shoots his seed inside me with such force, I feel him splattering my insides and I am lost in love. “I love you, Riley.” I hear him mutter in my ears.

  Ethan Stone… Ethan… are you in love with me?

  CHAPTER 18

  Ethan

  I wake up and pinch myself to see if I am dreaming. I hear the ragged breathing of the dark beauty sleeping beside me.

  Can this be true? Did I really confess my love for Riley last night?

  The events of the previous evening flash before my eyes.

  Yes, I did tell Riley I love her. I don’t know why, but when I saw her about to pull the trigger, just to please me, I knew that she was the girl for me.

  I am in love.

  I know it is love because the way I feel about her, I have never felt for another woman, no, not by a long shot.

  Riley appears to be in the air that I breathe.

  Not a moment goes by when I don’t think about her.

  I never thought it possible to sense this way about another human being…but now I do.

  Riley rolls over and her sturdy arm reaches out for me, cradling be like a baby. I try not to move, lest I wake her, feeling comfortable and very relaxed in my current position.

  It’s daybreak and from my perch at the top of the world, I can see the tiny specs of light meandering through the blinds. I have never noticed how beautiful that sight is before. It seems that I am finally learning to appreciate the simple things surrounding me. Things I have always taken for granted.

  Every time I wake up in her arms, I get this tingling feeling.

  Me, Ethan, the man who never allows a woman to sleep over. Me, Ethan, who hates waking up with anyone by my side.

  Riley finally opens her eyes and smiles at me, in that manner of hers that lights up the room. My heart swells with emotion, almost to the point of exploding.

  “Good morning, my love,” she coos, obviously still basking in the afterglow of our intense night of passion.

  “Good morning, Riley.” I beam at her. “I just can’t believe that a woman can look so good waking up first thing in the morning.”

  She blushes and hugs me tighter. “So what are you going to do today, Ethan? Lots of business meetings, I expect?”

  “No, actually I am free for two more days before the big showdown with the staff and shareholders of the company I am taking over. What about you?” I ask, half hoping that her schedule is not too crowded.

  “Well, unlike you I am just a poor working girl who has to slave for a living.” I giggle. “I have another round of shooting for the clients today, but I am free in the evening.”

  I glance around the room, before resting my gaze on her face once again. “What about me tagging along on your shoot and watching you work?” I suggest. “I have never seen you working the cameras before. I feel like spending the next two days seeing how you really live. If that’s okay with you?”

  Riley’s eyes sparkle. “Really, dude. I guess if the clients say it’s alright, it would be great having you around today.”

  She plants another kiss on my cheek and jumps out of bed. “A girl’s gotta pee,” she remarks, unashamedly.

  It’s these moments that make me love this girl, or young woman, or whatever category she falls into. She is totally unpredictable…never boring. I watch her sexy ass sashaying from side to side. Even at home she still glides across the room like a fucking goddess.

  Is it that I, the man who thought he had everything, has now found my most priceless possession?

  Riley turns her head as if reading my mind. “Stop watching my damn ass, Ethan, or you may just have to screw me again,” she quips.

  I crack up, breaking out in laughter and slide back under the sheets. Suddenly, all seems right with the world. Riley Hamilton has lightened up my darkened existence. I am more alive than ever.

  She is in the bathroom for a while and then I hear the shower running. I shrug, guessing she takes a long bath, which is so typical of a woman. I have dated models before, but have never been an intimate part of their lives. I thought of them as being vain and fickle, caring more about their looks, with their main concern in life being whether they had put on a few pounds or not.

  With Riley it’s different. Sure she has to watch what she eats nowadays since she is a big girl, and always try to dress and walk like the upcoming star she is, but she is not consumed by her beauty and appearance. She is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful and sexy women in the world, yet she hardly seems aware of that fact. She is simply her happy-go-lucky self all the time.

  My lover finally emerges from the bathroom, totally nude, her hair wrapped in a towel. I take a deep breath, my eyes drinking in the contours of her curvaceous body; my eyes popping at the stiffness of her breasts and perkiness of her nipples.

  Riley seems to float as she moves around the bedroom and she steals a glance at me knowing fully well I’m watching her. If she didn’t have to rush off to her photo shoot I would have to fuck her right now. She is that smoldering hot.

  “So what do I dress in now, mister know-it-all?” Riley chuckles, seemingly tickled pink at what she perceives to be my predicament.

  No sweat, I am prepared, having already taken the liberty of ordering clothes for her and having them delivered. “Just step outside into the living room and put on anything you like,” I reply, quite amused.

  “Oh,” Riley says and quickly runs outside the room, like a little girl charging to open her Christmas presents. I can’t help laughing out loud as I hear her squeals of delight coming from h
er direction. I hop out of bed naked and stride into the living room. Riley is plowing through a rack of designer outfits and boxes of shoes. “Jesus Christ, Ethan, how did you know my exact size in everything?”

  “I have an amazing personal assistant and remember that as a model, all your measurements are available on line. I simply had her use her resourcefulness.”

  Riley runs over to me and crashes into my arms, like a car mowing into a freight train. She rains kisses on my lips.

  “That’s why I’m so in love with you. It’s not for your money, Ethan… I couldn’t care a damn about that, but because of the special man you are. You are just too freaking thoughtful.”

  “That’s all?” I pretend to pout. “I thought you loved me for my big dick and the way I fuck you.”

  “That too,” Riley explodes with laugher. “And your magnificent body and good looks, and the list goes on.” She finally releases me and settles on a figure hugging mini skirt, blouse and jacket.

  Riley dresses in a jiffy, the way models always do, and presents herself for my approval. This girl has the most delectable bow legs I have ever seen in my life, bar none. They open up invitingly as if begging for a cock between them. “You are beyond ravishing,” I compliment her. “Come here and fuck me.”

  Riley dances away. “Don’t tempt me, but I don’t want to ruin my career by being tagged a hard to work with bitch or diva. Get dressed and let’s go, Mr. CEO.”

  I dash to the bathroom and take a two minute shower, towel off and dress in jeans and long-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves cuffed. I like cuffing my sleeves when I go casual… that’s just my signature style.

  “Hmmm,” Riley looks at me admiringly. “I love when you dress down. You sure you don’t wanna model with me today?”

  “Not on your life, this body is for your eyes only,” I joke.

  “Make sure,” Riley responds, her eyes betraying the first glimpse of possessiveness I have noticed about her.