The Billionaire's BBW Secret

by Griffin, Mallorie

  “Denny blushed. She hadn't even been expecting this, so she didn't exactly consider herself prepared. But Bran loved every inch of her, prepared or not.

  Now his tongue invaded, her, parting her outer folds and probing inward. Her juices practically spilled out now that the fleshy seal of her outer labia was broken, and Bran lapped them up eagerly. He moaned and gripped her generous thighs, as if he was trying to pull her closer to him.

  She gasped as moaned in the face of that talented tongue. Her hands snaked upwards and gripped the back of his head, her fingers mingling with his sandy hair. She may have smelled good, but he felt good. He felt divine. “Yes, yes,” she gasped, bucking her hips, pushing herself down onto him.

  He now pushed into her tight hole, then lingered upwards and pressed down on her aching button of a clit. “Yes!” Denny gasped even more loudly. Her pleasure was mounting and rising quickly, an uncontrollable and unstoppable tide of lust. If Bran didn't stop of slow down soon, she would come right then and there.

  Unfortunately, he did stop and haul himself upright. “You are irresistible,” he said, his voice a low growl. With that said, he stood, and finally stripped completely. His cock stood out pole straight in the low light, every bit as full and thick as Denny imagined. He was big. He was the biggest man that she'd ever been with; not that she'd been with many.

  He quickly nipped over to the low night stand that accompanied the bed and pulled out a condom, then put it on. As Denny watched, a thrill ran up her spine. This was really going to happen. He was really going to have her. She couldn't believe it.

  She needed him so badly.

  He wordlessly crawled back onto the bed, covering Denny, his now completely exposed dick throbbing and twitching above her. She groaned at the sight; she wanted that long pole inside her, but she didn't want to beg for him. She was too proud for that. Instead, she only looked up at him, waiting.

  He smiled slightly, and brought up a hand, running it along the smooth, pale skin of her full face. “So beautiful and so proud. I knew from the first day I saw you that I had to have you.”

  “You have me,” Denny smiled back. And he did, for now at least. Whether he kept her remained to bee seen.

  He slipped his cock down now, between her fleshy thighs. A slight moan escaped her lips when that soft, yet hard head parted her slick folds, and more than a moan escaped when it plunged inside her tight, wet hole.

  He was massive, without a doubt bigger than any of her other partners. He grunted as he slowly, painfully forced his way inside her, spreading her wide. She clenched as he pushed, making her walls hug him even more tightly.

  He gasped and shuddered at that sudden sensation. “Oh, Denny!” he moaned, and she felt another rush of endorphins and euphoria. She loved it when he said her name. Finally, he was inside her to the very hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her generous ass as he positioned himself to better thrust against her. “You feel so good,” he groaned as he began to slide out.

  “You do too,” she replied in a gasping tone. He really did. He felt better than any other man that she'd ever slept with, because she knew exactly how much he loved her body, her curves, her very full figure.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to thrust, jerking against her in a restrained motion at first. As he became more enthusiastic, Denny jiggled on the bed, her expansive breasts bouncing up and down as he rode her. She moaned with him and bucked her hips upwards. The pleasure he'd given her earlier was beginning to rise again, and rise quickly. He was so good.

  As he pounded away above her, Denny reached up her arms and wrapped them around his muscular shoulders, as if trying to pull him closer. He seemed scarcely aware of her action though; he only kept thrusting, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside her.

  Then, even as he kept pounding at her, he snaked a hand downwards, and began torturing her slick, aching clit again. That was nearly too much for Denny; already he knew exactly what buttons to press, literally in this case. She gasped loudly and arched her back as pleasure flowed through her like a flooding river. It was too much for her to contain. Bran was going to make her come soon.

  He could tell too, from the way her eyes rolled back in her head to her twitching and shivering limbs. Her fingers crabbed against his skin, her nails digging into him as she tried to pull him closer, closer, ever closer. He was relentless. He didn't stop the thrusting, or the pleasurable torture to her clit. This was heaven, to be filled with his cock and pleasured by him at the same time. The very thought sent Denny to even higher, dizzying heights. The cliff was approaching, and she was going to fall off, she was going to fall off...

  With a scream, her orgasm plowed explosively through her, making her limbs shake violently. She squeezed her eyes shut as the scream dimmed to a moan. Bran lifted his hand away from her now hyper-sensitive clit, but he didn't stop thrusting, and that only served to prolong her climax. It seemed to last seconds, then minutes. She thought it was going to last forever.

  Even as she was in the throes of her orgasm, she could feel Bran's own thrusting speed up. Her cunt was still twitching and pulsing around his cock, and that must have set him on fire as well. Suddenly, he roared and slammed against her, and his cock exploded inside her, shooting out a stream of milky come. “Yes, yes!” he shouted as he slammed against her, his balls slapping down on her drenched thighs.

  As soon as he came, he collapsed on her, his bronzed skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Denny loved it. She loved feeling the physicality of him above her, pressing her down into the soft mattress. She loved that she was so soft and pliable, the perfect resting place for him after his sexy exertion.

  His chest heaved as he panted, and she could practically feel the blood flow through his veins as his heart beat quickly.

  “That was good,” she gasped as she wrapped her arms around him once more.

  “Oh yes,” Bran nodded his head in agreement. “That was some of the best sex I'd ever had.”

  “For me too.” Denny realized it was the first time she'd ever come during sex. None of her other partners ever cared for her in that way. Rob most certainly hadn't. Bran was just that good. Or at least, he just paid that much attention to her.

  He now lifted his body off of hers, and slowly pulled out with a slight cringe. Denny winced too; she hated the sudden feeling of emptiness, but she knew it had to come eventually.

  “Fantastic,” he murmured as he hauled himself off the bed. “I'm going to a take a shower,” he said. “Care to join me?”

  “With pleasure,” Denny smiled, and he reached out a hand. She took it, and he pulled, dragging her off the bed with surprising ease.

  It was a little cool in the apartment, so the hot shower was a welcome relief to her frigid skin. And the shower was just as opulent as the rest of the apartment – the entire bathroom was practically a shower, with every surface tiled in gray granite. There was a separate and huge hot tub, white marble sinks, and another glittering square light fixture.

  All in all this one room was nearly as large as her entire apartment.

  Denny swayed when Bran let go of her, so he quickly grabbed her again, pulling her close to his naked body.

  “It seems that you need more than just a shower, my dear,” he murmured into her ear, his lips brushing against stray, sweaty tangles of her hair.

  “What else do I need?” Denny breathed. His arms wrapped around her, supporting her, holding her up.

  “You need,” he leaned closer now, his lips now pressing against her ear, sending another excited shiver up through her body, “to sleep.”

  She laughed, every drop of tension running out of her body, though the lust remained. Bran was right. She was in no condition to go home in this state.

  “But first, a shower,” he purred and pulled her towards the fascinating and massive stainless steel fixture that was his shower head. Denny looked up in it amazement; it was the first time she'd ever been confused about how something as simple as a shower worked. But Bran ex
pertly manipulated the controls, and within seconds, a hot stream of water gushed out from the shower head. Dual shower heads, in fact.

  He lifted one of those heads out of its cradle and let the forceful stream of hot liquid rush all over her body.

  “That feels good,” she said, closing her eyes, her skin sucking up all the warmth the hot water had to offer.

  “What about this?” Bran said, his voice light and teasing. Denny gasped and stiffened when that harsh stream of water hit one of her generous breasts, then moved on to the other. It tingled against her nipples, and she felt that familiar pleasure begin to rise up again. It welled up inside her like a geyser; she feel the pressure building once again, a pressure that she longed for and loved.

  Bran chuckled and brought the shower head lower now, so it sprayed against her belly, making her flesh ripple and twist. Then he brought it even lower, so it splashed against her inner thighs. She shivered at that feeling. He felt so good.

  “How does that feel, gorgeous?” he murmured into her ear. As he spoke, his free hand also lingered downwards, urging her to spread her legs so he could tease her more thoroughly with that powerful shower head. Denny could barely hear his whispered words above the hiss of the hot shower, but she shuddered at them, pressing her body back and against him. He was hard again, and his cock was like a hot iron rod against her wonderfully large ass. He was amazing.

  He thrust against her once, then twice, but then returned his attention to her pleasure. His nimble fingers spread her outer labia apart, and he guided the hot blast of the shower head against her pussy. It felt overwhelming – hot water gushed everywhere, overloading her senses with pleasure. She could feel her climax building and climbing quickly. If he didn't stop, she was going to come yet again.

  But he did stop. With a chuckle, he pulled the head away. Denny groaned in need and lustily grabbed for the head, but he only tutted and whipped it behind her.

  “Naughty girl,” he said, a smile playing around his lips. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you loved coming. How would you feel if I didn't let you?”

  She whimpered at the very thought as her cunt pulsed hotly. Would he really deny her? He couldn't. She throbbed and ached, her engorged pussy almost uncomfortable in its fullness. She needed release.

  And Bran gave it to her. It seemed he only wanted to tease her before the grand finale, for he was on her again with the shower head, spreading her lips apart and letting the water blast every inch of her hyper-sensitive folds and aching clit. Denny tensed up at the swift movement and sudden sensation. It was too much for her, simply too much. Her climax rushed up on her with the intensity of a freight train, roaring through her body with an unquenchable fire. She gasped and shook, and Bran quickly grabbed her and stabilized her, supporting her through her intense orgasm.

  Finally, she calmed down, and he pulled the shower head away. She could still feel fire pooling through her veins as her cunt clenched in the most pleasurable way. Brain held her, and she turned her head, pressing it against his hard chest, savoring the feeling his hot skin against her cheek, listening for the sharp rhythm of his heart beat.

  His cock still pressed against her, but he seemed oddly calm.

  “There, pet,” he murmured, letting the shower head wash against her thick thighs, then her belly once more. “I had a feeling you needed that.”

  “Oh I did. I did. Thank you.”

  “No need to thank me,” he smiled. “It truly was my pleasure.”

  They finished their shower together, lathering each other up with soap. Bran moaned softly at her touch, and she helped him through another climax of his own, gripping and pumping his mammoth of a cock with her small hand, squeezing it as tightly as she could.

  After he came, they left the shower.

  “I can't possibly let you go home in this state,” he said softly as he pulled a thick cotton robe around her. It didn't fit her as well as it could have, since it was his, but it helped her retain the warmth from the shower.

  “I'll be fine,” Denny said. They padded their way back to the bedroom. Of course, she had to choose that moment to stumble.

  Bran swiftly turned and caught her arm, keeping her upright. “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you. Where's your apartment?”

  “Brooklyn,” she said with a flush. One of the cheaper and more dangerous boroughs, but it was all she could afford.

  “Brooklyn?” he said, blinking.

  “Well, yes,” Denny said, her flush receding. “Not all of us are billionaires.”

  “Indeed,” he said thoughtfully. “Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay the night, at least?”

  “Mr. Larson,” she said reproachfully, “I'm not that kind of woman.”

  He laughed, and she joined him, realizing the silliness of her statement. But still, she didn't want to spend the night. Not yet, at least.

  Assuming this wasn't just a one time thing.

  “Very well then,” he said, a sparkle in his eye. “I'll arrange for my chauffeur to bring you home.”

  “Chauffeur?” Denny asked blankly. She certainly didn't want to pull anyone out of their bed at this time of night. “I don't want to inconvenience anyone, I'm sure I'll be fine-”

  “Nonsense,” Bran said shortly. “Besides, he lives below me, and I certainly pay him well enough that he tolerates being woken up in the middle of the night every so often. Excuse me,” he strode out of the room now, quickly grabbing his shirt and pants off the floor as he walked. Denny only watched him go, her mind racing as he left.

  What had she done? She'd committed a cardinal sin, for one. Sleeping with her boss was about the stupidest thing she could have done.

  But she couldn't possibly resist him, and it wasn't every day that a man was able to appreciate her as she was. Especially not a man like him. Her body gave a small shudder as she dwelled on his body once more. Those muscular arms, that sculpted chest, those perfectly defined abs...

  She shuddered again. No. She hadn't made a mistake, and if she had, it was one worth making. Bran was like no other man she'd ever met, for so many reasons.

  Gathering her wits and her clothes, she dressed and made ready for the ride home. Just as she put her shoes on, Bran entered the room again, looking noticeably disappointed.

  “I would love to see you naked again,” he said simply.

  “Right now?”

  He laughed. “No, it can wait. You are like the richest dessert. So overwhelming to all my senses that I can only have you a bit at a time.”

  She flushed and ducked her head, her hair dangling in front of her face.

  “Now, the driver will be up shortly. And if he asks, we were going over documents.”

  “Sir?” Denny said. As she said that one word, it occurred to her that it would be prudent to keep this relationship under wraps. All the women in the office, even the world, were jealous of her just for being able to work under him. If any of them realized how intimate their relationship had suddenly become, she very well could be in real danger.

  If this was even going to continue. She still didn't know.

  “Business related,” Bran clarified, stretching out a hand to pull her off the bed. “Come.”

  Denny obeyed, and they made for the elevator to the garage. It seemed the night was coming to a most pleasurable close.

  *****

  The next morning, Denny slowly woke. Her head ached slightly, as it always did after she drank, and she felt a little more groggy than usual. Her memories of last night returned to her slowly. She went over to Larson's apartment. They'd talked as they drank wine.

  They'd had sex.

  She gave a slight flush at that, before she even had a chance to climb out of bed. Had she really done that?

  Denny had been a bit inebriated, that much was true, but it didn't affect her thoughts and feelings on the man. While she wasn't normally the type of girl to just jump in the sack with someone – she'd never done it at all bef
ore – Larson was not the normal type of man.

  Bran, she corrected herself. He said to call him Bran.

  And it was also Saturday. She wouldn't have to be at work again until Monday. She wondered if she could wait that long.

  *****

  It turned out that she could. It was a nervous two days with no contact at all from Larson – from Bran – but Denny made sure to fill her time with as many activities as she could think of. She cleaned her shabby apartment from stem to stern, and the knowledge of her upcoming payment led her to splurge on some decent quality grocery items. Nothing fancy, but certainly better than the oatmeal and the peanut butter sandwiches that she had been eating.

  By Monday she was a bit of a nervous wreck though.

  She had no idea how Bran was going to handle things. She didn't know what he would do, or what he would say to her. Or how he would treat her. She assumed since the relationship was to be kept on the down low, that he would treat her like he did before the little affair, but she could be wrong.

  Her biggest fear was that he would regret everything and fire her on the spot, that morning.

  As much as she wanted to call out and hide under the covers all day though, she didn't. She couldn't resist him.

  So, she got dressed, applied makeup and fixed her hair, and made her way to work.

  “How's it going, Miss Denny?” old familiar Ray called as soon as she stepped out of her apartment complex.

  “Good!” Denny replied with the brightness she only partially felt. “How's life treating you?”

  “Not bad, not bad. I sure wish I could get a hot breakfast though.” Ever since Ray had heard of Denny's new job, he'd turned his sights on her, but Denny didn't mind. It was difficult to survive in New York, even more so when one was homeless.

  “Here,” she said, pulling a ten dollar bill out of her purse and slipping it into his cracked palm. “Go get some pancakes, on me.” It was the first time she'd ever given him any real amount of money, and she hoped that she didn't regret it. She didn't think Ray abused anything – he never reeked of cigarettes or alcohol, at least – but she could never be sure.