The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

pushed his hips up into hers faster
and faster. Gabrielle cried out at the tingling electricity that
ran along every nerve in her body, pushing her hips down harder
against his, twisting and pivoting underneath him.
     
    Gabrielle found herself moving mindlessly,
her legs tightening around Alex’s waist, her hands fumbling to
touch him everywhere. She kissed him wherever her lips could reach,
dragging her lips along his jaw, to the column of his neck. Alex’s
mouth connected with hers, and trailed to her throat. He buried his
face against her breasts, nuzzling, kissing and licking. Gabrielle
squirmed and writhed as the pleasure mounted inside of her. Alex’s
touch against her clit was almost more than she could bear—it was
driving her swiftly and inexorably out of her mind with lust.
Gabrielle tried to hold back for as long as she could, to savor the
sensations that were running through her veins.
     
    Her second orgasm took her as much by
surprise as the first; she felt the growing tension in her body,
the heat building up deep in her stomach; within moments however,
she had lost the ability to hold back, to control her own lust.
Every muscle in her body went rigid, and she was crying out his
name, kissing everywhere her lips could reach, touching and
caressing feverishly as crackling fire lit up her nervous system.
She was only barely aware of Alex reaching his own climax inside of
her, the twitching of his cock along her inner walls a secondary
consideration to the heady waves of pleasure that rocked her over
and over again. Gabrielle’s spasms of pleasure intensified at the
sensation of his sticky-slick heat filling her, gushing into her
once, twice, again. Alex moaned out long and low, holding onto her
tightly as he finished with a few more hard, fast thrusts. He
collapsed against her, and they were both panting, dripping with
sweat.
     
    Gabrielle smiled to herself in a reverie of
satisfied sensuality, in no hurry to catch her breath or recover.
Alex’s hands were slack against her body while he was in the grip
of the post-orgasm haze, but in moments they began to move,
caressing and exploring once more. Gabrielle kissed along the side
of his neck slowly and musingly, lapping at the sweat that had
accumulated against his shoulder. She knew that she wouldn’t go out
of her way to see Alex again after that night—she might keep his
phone number handy in case of a sexual emergency, but she didn’t
expect anything to come of it. Alex was a kind, attractive man, and
Gabriele appreciated the skill he had shown, but she was not at all
interested in romantic entanglement. She hoped, as they both fell
into a doze, that Alex would feel the same way.
     
    Falling asleep, her mind briefly fastened on
Tyler Edwards once more; she thought of how cool and charming he
had been even after she had barged in on his kink-filled tryst, and
thought idly as she began to drift off that a man that powerful
should be more afraid of discovery; after all, she could easily go
to the press at any time in the future and reveal what she knew.
Even if she didn’t have any proof, the rumor of it alone would be
sufficient to devil him. She realized however that it would be
difficult for her to even go to a magazine or tabloid with what she
had seen; there was so much clout behind Edwards that she would
just as likely be laughed out of any office she entered with the
intelligence about his apparently kinky ways. Even if she’d had
proof, it would be difficult to get anyone to print it. By the same
token, however, Gabrielle had found herself deeply impressed with
how in control Edwards had been; the only moment when he had looked
even slightly out of his element was when she had threatened him.
Even then, Gabrielle thought, he hadn’t looked actually
afraid—merely startled that someone had addressed him in such a
way.
     
    The prospect of her coming interview with the
man took Gabrielle into a deep and satisfying sleep, and her last
thought