Billionaire William West has sought the hand of voluptuous Suzanne in marriage, and without thinking, she accepts it.
Reality closes in, however, in the form of the media, jealous coworkers, and one evil older sister all out telling her that she isn't worthy of the billionaire who wants to marry her. And the worst apart about it for Suzanne... she too believes she isn't worthy of William West.
This 12,900 word erotic novella is the final chapter of the My Curvy Diamond series, continuing the story of Suzanne and her endless struggle to understand that sometimes love doesn't need to make perfect sense to happen.
Not for readers under the age of 18.
-EXCERPT-
"How are you holding together, Suzanne?"
"Fine, fine. Don't mind me."
I saw that cruel, devious grin form across his lips. "...I know of something that may help you keep your mind off the flight, let you rest easier..."
He leaned over, and ran his soft hand across my cheek, pushing my hair away and caressing me simply. He pulled me over for a kiss, sliding his tongue through my lips, letting them mingle with one another, letting those sparks charge through my mind. The unease of being in an iron tube hurtling through the sky suddenly seemed further away in my mind.
Will's hand ran down over the curves of my body, to my breasts, over the fabric of my traveling dress, forceful enough to let those areola embrace his touch. His hands went to the tie that was holding up the top end, letting it droop and reveal my bra to him, getting closer, making me experience more of his fingers against my skin. A snap of the strap, and there was nothing separating him from giving me the full essence of his flesh against mine.
I never truly figured out why William West wanted a girl like me. I had something a little extra on every curve of my body... society told me I should be ashamed of myself, that I ought to be doing ten miles in the gym every day until I turned into a toothpick. Will for some reason always bucked what society thought of him, reveled in defying the norm... and somehow this led to him liking that I had a few dozen bonus pounds.
Perhaps it was the breasts he worshiped, fingers and tongue united, going over that skin, underside, top side, every bit of those heaving orbs, focused on those areola and nipples that spiked the pleasure of his touch all the way through me. I sat back, and let him serve me, because it was often the way he liked it, that I was his woman, his to do with as he pleased. My heart thudded as he lowered that dress down further past my stomach.
Round, soft...society says it should have been toned and been cut with abs if I was going to be the worthy trophy wife of a billionaire. But here he was, rubbing it, letting me enjoy the tingly and ticklish nature of his touch. I grinned, always liking how he circled down to my navel, teasing the sensitivity of that crevasse, before using his deft strength to finish yanking that dress down off me, leaving me in simply my panties.
"...Will...what about the attendants...?"
"They know better to disturb us without permission. Quiet. Let me apply my airsickness cure, my curvy diamond."
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