The Billionaire's BBW Secret

by Griffin, Mallorie

  Denny whimpered and squirmed against the bed, despite his command. He was so big, so huge; he was spreading her to her very limits. As she squirmed, he smacked her generous ass, causing the flesh to ripple and jiggle. “I said, don't move!” he said more sharply.

  The pain was like a drug infiltrating Denny's mind. The sharp sensation was overwhelmingly erotic to her. She gathered her wits about her enough to behave for him now, remaining as still as she could, even with the pleasurable feeling of his dick filling her up utterly and completely.

  Slowly now, he began to thrust, first drawing his dick all the way out, then slamming it back inside her. That feeling was exquisite – the feeling of being emptied and filled again and again. His cock invaded her over and over, and she clenched her cunt around it, around him. Her entire body was tense with longing.

  Bran groaned at the sensation of her cunt clenching around his huge cock, and that only spurred him into faster, stronger thrusting. Again and again he pounded down on her ass. He was going faster and faster now. Soon, nothing would be able to stop him from receiving his pleasure.

  It happened more quickly than Denny thought it would. One moment he was pounding fast and hard, and the next, he was screaming, his hands crabbing against her ass, taking up handfuls of flesh as his pounding became more erratic. “I'm going to come,” he shouted. “I'm going to come!”

  With a roar, he emptied himself inside her, shooting out spurt after spurt of milky come from the tip of his twitching dick. Denny buried her face in the sheets, her own hot breath washing over her face as she basked in the throes of Bran's climax. She loved this. She loved knowing she could make him come.

  For many long moments, he hovered over her, panting and gripping her ass tightly. “Sorry,” he finally said.

  “For what?” Denny laughed, still breathing into the umber sheets. “That was fantastic.”

  “I wanted to last longer,” he said in an almost sheepish tone. “But you are just too goddamned sexy for you own good.”

  She laughed again, but that laughter was tinted with a touch of surprise. There was a part of her that was still shocked that she could evoke such a reaction from a man. She never would have thought it was possible with this body of hers.

  But Bran was here, above her, still inside her, undeniable proof that she did have that power. It felt good.

  “Well,” he said. “Shower?”

  Denny nodded, and they made their way into another naughty shower session.

  *****

  So the weeks melted by, with Denny serving Bran in an official capacity during the week, and them serving each other in a more intimate capacity after hours. It was like a blissful dream to her, though it wasn't without its hiccups. Bran still treated her poorly in front of the other women, for one. But she at least knew why now.

  Though she knew it was coming, she still felt her heart stop for just a moment when her first pay check was deposited into her bank account. It was an insane, ridiculous amount of money, more than she'd ever been paid for any job.

  Not that she hadn't earned it. Bran ran her ragged, in more ways than one.

  As much as she wanted to go out and splurge the money, she knew she should be responsible, so the first thing she did was pay down her credit card. There was still a balance on it, but not having such a large debt hanging over her head felt a relief. After that, she wrote out a check to her landlord. She was behind on rent, but she'd promised him that she would have to money to him within a week, and she was the kind of woman who kept her word.

  There was hardly anything leftover after those two items, but it didn't matter. Denny was finally going to be able to dig herself out of this little financial mess she'd created.

  Things were finally looking up.

  *****

  Of course, just when things were going well was the time for life to throw a monkey wrench in the gears. Denny's monkey wrench came to her in the form of a collapsed ceiling in her apartment.

  It was strange. It was surreal. One moment she was shoving her key into the lock on her flimsy door after a long day of work, and the next she was staring at the utter wreckage of what used to be her home.

  It was a mess. The entire ceiling had caved in on her tiny studio apartment. Apparently the tenants above had a penchant for fish, but fish tanks were heavy. So not only was it a mess, it was a wet, dirty mess. Dead fish littered the floor. The stench of a sketchy seafood restaurant filled her nostrils.

  All she could for a long time was just stand there and blink. She had no idea what to do.

  A scream spurred her into action. Apparently the tenant upstairs had just arrived home and found the huge hole in his own apartment.

  “My fish!” he shouted, and she saw a head appear in the giant gaping hole that used to be her ceiling.

  “It fell,” she said lamely, pointing out the obvious.

  “I know that!” the man replied, glaring at her. “What did you do?”

  “Me?” Denny scoffed. “I didn't do anything! And now all my stuff is ruined!”

  “You must have broken the ceiling somehow,” he said. “I'm coming down there.” As he pounded his way out of his apartment, Denny felt a sudden flare of nervousness. She certainly had done anything to break his floor or ceiling but he certainly seemed to think she had, and he was angry about it.

  Thinking fast, she decided to not wait for him, and made her way down to the landlord. He lived in the first floor apartment right by the lobby, and she only hoped that he was there.

  She scurried her way down the steps and then found his dirty, formerly white and now gray door, and knocked.

  For a few minutes, she didn't hear anything, and she nervously waited, hoping that other angry tenant wouldn't track her down until she at least had a witness. Her complex wasn't like Bran's; there was no bored guard standing in this tiny cramped lobby that was really little more than a foyer.

  She hopped from foot to foot, and contemplated going to the police.

  Her head whipped over to the thin door when she heard a grunt and the pounding of footsteps. The landlord! She'd never been happier to see his surly, unshaven face. He was a stereotypical greasy Italian – not terribly fat, but not exactly thin either, with thinning black hair that was tied back, and a stained wife beater on. Denny was very thankful to see that he was also wearing pants at the moment. It was slightly unusual for him.

  “Waddaya want?” he grunted. He twisted a thick stub of a cigar in his meaty fingers, and a wash of smoke poured over Denny. The same smells that permeated the entire complex also emanated from his room.

  “My ceiling collapsed,” she said.

  “Aw crap, not again.” Frankie, she suddenly remembered when he ducked out of view. His name was Frankie.

  Frankie came back with an ancient looking flashlight, slapping it in his palm. After a few hits, it flickered to life. “What room ya in again?”

  “Five oh seven B,” Denny said. “The other tenant above me is around too.” She didn't admit her fear of the guy. In retrospect, it seemed a little childish.

  She followed Frankie up the dingy stairs, the fluorescent lights flickering in a sickening way. They were both breathing heavily after five flights of stairs, and Frankie flicked his stub right on the stained avocado green carpet.

  Denny wanted to say something about that nasty behavior of Frankie's, but more than anything she wanted to get out of here. This place wasn't for her. She'd had never been and would never be at Bran's level of luxury, but she wasn't like this either.

  She needed to find a new place to live, and soon.

  Frankie found her door easily – it was still open – and poked his flashlight in, surveying the mess.

  “Damn,” he said. “Worsen' last time.”

  “Last time?” Denny said skeptically.

  “Oh yeah. This ceiling's caved in a few times.” He sniffed the air. “Whatn' the hell?”

  “Dead fish,” Denny pointed out, and he swung his wholly unnecessary flashlig
ht across the floor, giving a little more illumination to the slick and shiny fish.

  “Whelp,” he said. “This is gonna take a few days to fix. Ya got renters insurance?”

  “No,” Denny admitted. “She hadn't been able to afford it at the time, and now it was too late. All of her meager belongings were destroyed. It was hard to believe, but she was even worse off than before. Now she had nothing, just a credit card with a slightly lower balance.

  She fought through her despondence. Of course that wasn't true. She still had her job. She had the capability to make this all back and more.

  Frankie laughed a deep, coughing laugh. “Whelp, you can't stay here, so you better gon' find a hotel room.”

  “Are you going to pay for it?” Denny asked, having a feeling that she already knew the answer.

  He laughed again. It really sounded more like a cough than a laugh. “Hell no. I have no obbelgation to do that. Yer on yer own.”

  “I thought as much,” she said darkly. “What about my things?”

  He shrugged. “Looks like you'll hafta get new things.”

  “Fine.” With that said, she whirled and stalked towards the stairs. She had no intention of coming back here, lease or no lease. She was certain she had at least some rights here, but she didn't know where to start.

  She made for the door to the building, and when the cold winter air hit her full in the face, she felt far more deflated. Here she was on a Friday night, with nowhere to go and nothing but the clothes on her back and what was in her purse. She sighed.

  For one, she probably wouldn't be able to make her little date with Bran tomorrow evening. Not with this huge mess in her hands.

  As she made her way for the subway station, not knowing where else to go, she whipped out her phone and dialed his private number. He answered immediately.

  “Bran here.”

  “Hey, Bran, it's Denny. Look, I don't think I'll be able to make it over tomorrow.”

  “Why's that?” He sounded audibly disappointed.

  “I'm having some issues here. With my apartment.” Denny didn't know how much to say. After all, this was her problem, not Bran's.

  “What sort of issues?”

  “Well. My ceiling collapsed. I may be a bit homeless for the next few days.” There. She'd gone and said it all. But she needed to talk to someone.

  “Homeless?” Bran said sharply. “Nonsense. Come over here.”

  “Sir-”

  “Don't 'sir' me. I have a surprise for you anyways. Something I've been preparing for the last week or so.”

  Denny's curiosity, despite her immediate problems, was piqued. “A surprise?”

  She could almost hear him smiling over the line. “Just get over here.”

  She didn't speak for a few moments. She debated refusing. She was afraid that the surprise would involve moving in with him or something equally ridiculous, and that wasn't anything she was ready for. Denny enjoyed her freedom, and despite all she'd done with Bran, she didn't like the idea of moving quite that fast.

  But she needed a place to stay, at least for the night, so she finally said, “All right. I'll be there in half and hour. Maybe a little longer.” It was rush hour, after all.

  In the end, it took her nearly an hour to get to Bran's place, an hour of being stuffed in a dirty subway train with far too many people. She was hungry and despondent by the time she made it there.

  At least she had the key card. At least the door guard recognized her now and didn't question her when she made her way into the opulent, expansive lobby. This place was so different to her. Like another world.

  She swiped Bran's card and stepped into the elevator, her heart a nervous flutter, her mind a confused mess of thoughts.

  He was standing right there when the smooth golden doors slid open, and big smile was on his face.

  For a moment, Denny felt slightly irritated. She'd just told him that her ceiling collapsed, and she'd lost everything she owned, and he was smiling.

  But that irritation quickly vanished when he stepped forward and gathered her in a hug. “I'm sorry about your apartment,” he said as they both stood in the elevator. “But it's a good thing, I swear to you.”

  “How can it be good?” Denny mumbled back.

  “You'll see.” Without breaking his hug, he snaked a hand out and swiped a card in the elevator's slot. The doors slid shut, and it began to move.

  Where were they going? Denny had no idea.

  Just a few floors down, the bell dinged quietly and the elevator opened once more.

  “Where are we?” Denny asked, looking at Bran for answers.

  “You'll see,” he grinned. This floor was not all one apartment, so it opened up into a richly decorated hall. The carpet was plush and brand new, and underneath was the same ebony wood that decorated Bran's floors. There were delicate gold and crystal sconces on the wall, giving the place a warm illumination. In other words, this place was nothing like her old apartment. It was so much better, and she longed to move here, but she knew she couldn't afford it.

  Bran guided her down that beautiful hallways, and touched her back, stopping her in front of one of the heavy ebony wood doors. He slid the card again, and the door clicked open.

  “Here,” he said, pushing her inside.

  “What is this? Where are we?”

  “Well,” Bran said as he flicked on the lights. Denny nearly gasped at what she saw. The place was a smaller version of Bran's own penthouse suite, with the same modern, angular design and the same earthy tones. “I know you weren't staying in the best place, so I had this arranged for you.”

  “Arranged for me?” Denny said dumbly, scarcely comprehending what was happening.

  “I meant it to be a Christmas present, but it seems you need it now. Merry Christmas, my dear.”

  Denny blinked. This wasn't happening. This kind of stuff never happened to her.

  Not before Bran came into her life, at least.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Definitely.”

  She blinked again, and looked around the apartment. “It's all-”

  “All yours. I have more than enough money. I just want to see those close to me as well taken care of as I am.”

  She couldn't help herself. Tears now began to flood her eyes as every worry ad bit of stress flowed out of her. While she liked her independence, she also liked knowing that Bran could catch her if she did fall, now.

  “Thank you,” she said quietly, and Bran only smiled and took her by the arm.

  “Let's have a look at your new place, and maybe break in the bed.”

  They both laughed.

  Denny had a feeling that the upcoming new year would be a very good one indeed.

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