His Prize Model (A BBW Romance)

by Malcolm Jordan

  Alas, a leopard can’t change his spots.

  The phone rings, snapping me out of my mood. I glance at the name and see it’s Ethan on the line. I guess his meeting must have finished early.

  “Hi, Ethan,” I greet him. “Hope everything is okay?”

  “Everything is great…in fact it’s amazing. “

  “I am so happy then, honey.”

  “Guess what, Riley?”

  “What Ethan, I have absolutely no idea.”

  There is a moment of silence on the other end of the line. I can almost hear his brain clicking. “I decided not to break up and sell off the company. I am going to save MX Air.”

  I want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I remain calm. “I am so proud of you, baby.”

  “I did it for you. Braddock will run it of course, but the company is yours. I will be signing over fifty one per cent of the shares to you, making you the largest shareholder,” he says with a flourish. “I also want you to sit on the Board as well and help in making decisions that will affect the staff and look out for their welfare.”

  “What… Ethan, you can’t just buy me an airline.” I am stunned out of my wits.

  “Why not… in a few years’ time, with the tons of money you will be earning, you can buy several companies.”

  I shake my head. As I have said, this man never ceases to amaze me.

  “So what now Ethan…now that your business is over… I know how much you hate New York, what are your plans?” I am rather curious to know his next move.

  “I am heading to Paris for a few days and I am taking you with me. In fact, the car is outside your apartment waiting. Grab a few things and hurry. I am driving over to the jet right now,” he says calmly.

  Ethan doesn’t ask, he commands.

  I have numerous business commitments in New York, but they will all have to wait a few days. I have always wanted to be the world’s top plus-size model, but now that I am on my way to achieving that status, I know in my heart that nothing is more important than love and being with the man I desire.

  I would give all this up in a heartbeat, should you ask me to, Ethan.

  “I am on my way.”

  I quickly hang up the phone and grab a few items. I will have plenty time to shop in Paris, so why take too much clothing?

  Jada hears the commotion and rushes into my room. “Riley, what are you doing? Where are you going?” she asks, sounding annoyed.

  “I am heading to Paris with Ethan for a few days. He just gave me a freaking airline as a gift. Can you believe it?” I stare at Jada, whose mouth is hanging open.

  “Yeah, well he bought MX Air and was going to break it up into branches and sell them off separately, making a ton of profit.”

  “Why would he do that?”

  “Because that’s what he does.” I inform her. “But I suggested to him recently that he should build something, instead of just destroying, and just like that he changed his mind and decided to reinvest in the company.”

  Jada looks at me in disbelief. “The strange part is, he just called me up and announces that while he will still be running the company, he is going to give me fifty one percent of the shares, because I am the one who caused him to change his mind. Can you believe Ethan, Jada?”

  I have to take a seat, still shocked by what Ethan has told me.

  Jada paces the room for a while. “You know Riley, I think the guy has fallen in love with you. The man the world said couldn’t be tamed, is heads over heels with you,” she says. “I saw it when he punched the photographer… the fact that he came to New York and followed you to work, and now this. Riley, I tell you Ethan really loves you.”

  I take note of what my roomie is saying, but I have to run. Ethan and Paris is waiting for me. I quickly grab my bag and head through the door, giving Jada a kiss on the cheek on the way out.

  “Good luck,” she chimes.

  I nod and I’m out the door in a flash. One of Ethan’s trusted bodyguards is waiting for me with the Jaguar outside the building. We hightail it through the afternoon traffic toward Teterboro Airport.

  I am in a tizzy, this is all happening too fast. I am afraid I will wake up and all this crazy shit with Ethan Stone will turn out to be a frigging dream.

  A dream it’s not. We arrive at the hangar that houses Ethan’s private plane. The sight of him standing by the jet smiling, fills my heart with joy. I run up and give him a long, soulful kiss.

  “Seems like someone missed me,” he declares, when we finally come up for air.

  “Of course I miss my man,” I gaze deeply in his eyes. “I miss you every hour of the freaking day, just in case you didn’t already know that.”

  Ethan laughs and proceeds to ensure our Immigration and Customs checks are quickly out of the way. Soon I am seated next to him, holding on to his hand as the sleek craft taxis down the runway and soars into the skies. The flight is a quiet one. I slip on headphones and immerse myself in some reggae music, while Ethan catches up with some office paperwork. It’s as if we don’t have to speak. I am at peace just being close to my man and I realize that I want to be with Ethan, not just in Paris or for a few days in New York, but on a permanent basis.

  Yeah, I have my career and it is going like gangbusters, but I would give it all up and become a stay at home wife and mom, if that is what it takes to land Ethan. I will be his woman, if that’s what he chooses. But deep down I know I want to be his wife. I want to be Mr. Ethan Stone.

  I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know Ethan is gently nudging me awake. Groggily, I glance through the window and marvel at the lights of the city below.

  It has always been my dream to visit Paris. I grew up romanticizing about it, after all, every little girl grows us wanting to visit the city of love with their Prince Charming. In my case, I am approaching my dream city, not with Prince Charming, but with Ethan, my knight in shining armor.

  “It’s beautiful, dude,” I say to Ethan, not daring to take my eyes off the view below, lest it disappears.

  “It certainly is, Riley.” Ethan hovers over me like a proud parent, introducing his daughter to a brand new toy.

  “So what are we going to be doing in Paris, hun?” I mutter, finally realizing that I hadn’t a clue what the trip is all about.

  “Just wanted a day or two away from the crazy New York press and to show off my favorite city, before heading back to Cary Island,” he declares, warmly.

  I take my eyes off Paris long enough to kiss Ethan on the lips.

  “What was that for?” He asks, surprised by my impulsive show of affection.

  “Just letting my man know how much I appreciate him.” I plant another wet kiss on his lips.

  Ethan settles back in his seat, awaiting the descent. The pilot, as always, executes a flawless landing and in no time we are whisked through private Customs and Immigration and seated in the back of a limo heading for Ethan’s apartment in the city.

  “So you have a house or apartment in every major city in the world?” I ask, surprised by the fact that he would own so many properties and hardly spend time in them.

  “Not all,” Ethan laughs. “But you have to remember that real estate is an investment, so I never lose, even if I stay only once or twice a year.”

  We arrive at his posh dwelling and I try my best not to let my emotions show. The place is gorgeous, a totally different style to the New York penthouse, but again resembling something out of a high class real estate magazine.

  As much as I had adored the penthouse, I rather prefer the French quarters.

  Ethan must have paid a fortune for this.

  Being with Ethan has made me accept that there is another class or set of people in this world, one where money doesn’t matter. They live in a world where precious few can venture. Yes, my lover is a part of the exclusive multi- billionaire’s club.

  “So this is all yours? The entire freaking building?” I ask incredulously.

  “Yes, I just couldn’
t bother with the prying eyes of neighbors and bought it all. Mark you, I think I got away rather cheaply if you ask me,” he says, leading me by the hand.

  The steps open up into a massive living room, elegantly decorated with old world furnishings, each immaculately and precisely placed. I admire Ethan’s neatness as a man. I hate filthy guys.

  Ethan takes me to the master bedroom and orders a late supper from his kitchen staff who had waited up to ensure the master of the house was well taken care of before he retires. The light meal is simply delicious, everything that I have come to expect of Parisian cuisine.

  “I could live in this city,” I remark in between delightful mouthfuls.

  “Well, you are now one of the world’s major plus size models and this is the fashion capital of the world. It would be a good fit for you, Riley. I am sure your agency would be happy to have you based in Paris, if you so choose.” He makes everything sound so easy.

  “Ethan, I am not yet a supermodel,” I chirp. “And that’s for another day. Tonight I just want to cuddle up and fall asleep and tomorrow I want you to show me the sights and people of Paris,” I yawn, suddenly feeling fatigue taking over my body.

  Jet lag is a bitch.

  I don’t even both showering, just strip off all my clothes, including underwear and jump into bed. Ethan is laughing all the time at my lack of inhibition.

  I am a model, remember dude. I get paid to take off my clothes.

  Ethan finishes the meal and he too retreats to the bedroom and cradles me in his arms, until I am fast asleep.

  All is well with the world.

  CHAPTER 22

  Ethan

  I am having the time of my life showing Riley the sights and sounds of Paris. I take her to all my special places, including the touristy ones. We even visit the Portal of the Virgin at Notre-Dame, which leaves Riley open-mouthed. I watch her drift into another time and place as we gaze at the Mona Lisa in the Louvre. Her personal favorite, however, is the Eiffel Tower. She did not want to leave the historical landmark.

  We enjoy coffee, cheese and croissants at a quaint little café, before shopping at a few exclusive boutiques on The Avenue des Champs-Elysees. Riley is enchanted by French fashion and for once I see her overindulging. She even buys me an expensive suit, which I graciously accept.

  The day is a revelation for me. I actually enjoy seeing the joy on Riley’s face when we experience things I have taken for granted in the past. Her passion and zest for life has spilled over into my space. I just stay mellow and enjoy her thirst for life’s simple pleasures.

  I know a part of me is changing. In the past I would have swatted away those feelings, but with Riley Hamilton, I simply let go.

  On a number of occasions during the day we are recognized by the locals and rather than shoo them away, Riley asks me to pose for photos with them. She is amazing and I find myself falling deeper in love with her.

  Ethan Stone, this girl was made for you. Don’t let her go. She makes you happy.

  Riley and I top off the evening with a delicious meal at Akrame and by the time we arrive home, my lover is in hog’s heaven.

  “Today was the best day of my life,” Riley tosses the shopping bags in a corner and stretches out on the bed. “And I owe it all to you. Ethan, this trip exceeded my expectations. You have opened a whole new world for me.”

  “You are welcome. I enjoyed your company. I have never seen the city quite like this before…through your eyes,” I say honestly.

  She is lying on the bed, looking at me. There is a mischievous look on her face. The way she looks when she is horny and wants to fuck. I read the signs.

  “And imagine, you still haven’t made love me as yet. Dude, this day can’t be complete without your dick. Come screw me and hold nothing back,” she says with a twinkle in her eyes.

  I walk over to Riley. My cock is bursting at the zipper in my pants.

  She stops me as I start climbing into bed. “And Ethan, I want the gun in bed with us tonight.”

  I have never seen her quite like this. But I like it. I like her passion and ardor.

  I reach into the drawer and pull out the gun, which I always keep there and place it beside her. Riley’s eyes sparkle even more.

  She looks so damn sexy in her G-string panties, the triangle barely covering her impressive mound, but I’m not in the mood to appreciate them tonight. I simply snap them off with my thumb. She shudders beneath my touch.

  I toss my clothes and in a jiffy I’m in bed naked, snatching up the gun and using it to stroke her nipples which stiffen under the touch of the cold steel. Riley’s breathing has become even more ragged. I run the muzzle up and down her incredibly flat tummy, watching it rise and fall with each stroke.

  The muzzle finds its way down to her Mound of Venus, which causes her to flow like a gushing stream. My lover is horny as hell.

  I lick her clit, while trailing the muzzle up and down her body. Riley explodes in my mouth and I lap up every bit of her juice.

  “Fuck me, Ethan,” she demands.

  I flip her over on all fours and force my cock inside her, slapping her ass as I fuck her with strong, deep strokes. Riley is wailing, which only heightens my pleasure.

  “I want the gun at my head, Ethan. Please…” she squeals.

  I hesitate… then passion seizes my hand and I place the muzzle to her temple and slam into her over and over… my prick beating a drum roll between her legs.

  Just as she is about to orgasm, I click the trigger and I explode inside Riley, with all the force of the Thunder God. My semen blasts in to her and we collapse on the bed, both spent.

  Riley rolls over and gazes into my eyes.

  “Ethan, you know I’m not on the pill,” she says casually.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” I interject. “Maybe I want to get your cute ass pregnant.”

  Riley laughs and I settle in her arms. Yes, I am a hard, cold bastard, who fucks the world over, but for now I am consumed by this woman of my dreams.

  “I am in love with you, Riley.”

  “You better be Ethan, Ethan or whatever the hell your name is. Or I will fucking shoot you myself.”

  I smile the smile of a contented male and drift off into dreamland.

  Tomorrow suddenly seems brighter than at any time in my life…but then, who knows my mood could change.

  But for now, Riley Hamilton, you complete me.

  EPILOGUE

  Riley

  Ethan and I have been married for five years and have two wonderful children, thankfully a boy and a girl, and with the complete pair that’s it for me as far as childbearing is concerned.

  Ethan has been a revelation as a dad, totally doting on the kids, and when he is not globetrotting he spends as much time as possible with them, coming home at nights to do homework and tuck them into bed.

  Home is spent between Los Angeles and New York, with Cary Island serving as a getaway for the family when warranted.

  For me, I modeled for two years after we wed, before calling it quits and decided to enter the corporate world, taking special classes to earn my Degree in Business and Finance and I am now Vice President, Marketing at MX Air, the airline in which I am principal shareholder.

  I enjoyed modeling, but after fulfilling my dream of becoming a top plus-size model, I had many more worlds to conquer, thanks to Ethan’s constant encouragement. With MX Air becoming the number one domestic carrier, I am now looking to take it international.

  Ethan and I still bring the gun into play whenever we feel like, but we find other ways to spice up our sex life and even to this day, whenever we have sex, I still feel like the shy virgin he introduced to sex those many years ago.

  Today, I have just finished a meeting with my MX Air executives, and is still seated in the boardroom when who would come barging in but Ethan himself. “Husband,” I coo, rushing into his arms. “You should have told me you were coming; I would have ordered lunch for both of us.”

  There is a devil
ish gleam in his eyes. “I have all the lunch I need right here in my arms,” he says winking at me.

  “Is that so?” I pretend to be surprise at his pronouncements.

  “Yes, you better fucking believe it.” Ethan uses his hand to swipe the papers and items off the large table in the boardroom, sending them flying to the floor. My heart skips a beat, nipples perk and I feel that familiar tickle in my sex, no my pussy, at the thought that my Alpha Male husband is up to something naughty.

  Grabbing me and lifting me like I am a twig, Ethan bends me face down on the desk and proceed to hike up my skirt, my round ass dangling in front of him, trembling in anticipating of being claimed by its master.

  Oh, my goodness. My body is quivering like a bitch in heat as Ethan bites me on the back of the neck and then proceeds to chew on my jugular, one of my most sensitive areas. My pussy is on fire, clenching and unclenching.

  I am in need of my man’s big, stiff cock and I won’t be denied. “Ethan, please stop playing around and put that big cock inside me,” I pant, wiggling against his erection which is pressed against my ass.

  Then I quiver as with one pull, Ethan tears off my panties and places them in his pocket.

  My husband likes his trophy, I guess, and his action only serves to make me all the more demanding.

  Ethan undoes his belt, pulls down his zipper and releases his horse cock out of its lair, pressing it against my now throbbing flesh. I scream as he penetrates me deeply, burrowing into my molten core, his shaft sinking into my wet heat. “Oh shit,” I pant. “Your cock feels so good. Fuck me, please, “ as my flesh closes around his cock, hugging it in the ultimate embrace. Hips bucking, cock throbbing he plunders in and out of my wetness.

  “Oh wife, your pussy is still so tight after all these years,” He groans. “You’re like a fucking virgin all over again.” Ethan’s words only serves to excite me even more and I thrust my hips backwards, gyrating against him, feeling his plank plunge even deeper inside my wet box.

  Ethan groans and pulls out his dick before thrusting it back in with such force that I scream, forgetting we are in the board room. “That’s it, take my cock. Take your master’s fuck.”