Free Open For Him (BBW / Billionaire Erotic Romance) by Karolyn James Page A

buttons down, Derreck lost it.  His hands were suddenly on Macy’s bare, wet breasts, sliding, trying to cup them.  When that failed, he cupped from underneath and allowed his thumbs to flick against her hard nipples.
    The pulses of pleasure were intense.  Macy began to shake and struggled with the last two buttons on his shirt.  She then slid the shirt down his shoulders and finally, she had to unbutton the sleeves.  When she tried to push the shirt completely off Derreck, he resisted.  He spun his wrists, forcing Macy’s grip off him. 
    His shirt remained just past his shoulders.  The sight of Derreck’s muscular body was enough to force Macy to step back to catch herself.  She leaned against the tile, feeling a cool wet chill, and shuddered.  She moaned and felt a gush down between her legs.  For a second she thought she was coming.
    “Come on, take my pants off,” Derreck said. 
    Macy had to collect herself.  She stepped forward and felt the water rushing around her.  The soap came off her body as she unhooked Derreck’s pants.  He then took his shoes off, along with his pants, and stood in a pair of black boxers, an obvious bulge staring back at Macy. 
    That’s when she saw the look on his face change. 
    His eyes weren’t looking at her face.  Or her wet hair.  Or her large breasts.  Or the gentle folds between her legs.  No, not at all.  His eyes were on her stomach.  And it had nothing to do with its size...
    Macy looked down and saw the soap suds at her feet. 
    She was fully exposed.
    Naked.
    Wet.
    Her scars visible to Derreck.
    She didn’t have a chance to speak or move before Derreck reached and touched her.  His middle finger - the same one that had been inside her sweetness - he ran it along her scars. 
    All of them.
    One at time.
    Without speaking a word.
    The move left Macy breathing heavily, on the verge of tears.
    After a minute, which felt like a lifetime to Macy, Derreck looked up at Macy again.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered.
    He reached behind Macy and pulled at her, his other hand was flat against her scars.  She crashed against him, hitting most his body and some of his shirt.  They were together, their heads together, their eyes locked. 
    Macy couldn’t control her breathing, not against Derreck’s body and not against the fact that his hand rested against her scars.
    “I think you’re clean enough for now,” he whispered.  “Come here, now.”
    Macy stepped from the shower, following Derreck’s command through words and action.  He turned and sat down on the toilet, pulling Macy towards him.  She opened her legs, feeling the intense wetness between them. 
    Derreck took one hand off her body - not the one touching her scars - and he took his boxers off.  The move was hot, watching him pull his boxers down, seeing the rest of his body becoming exposed.  His thickness stood tall, waiting for Macy.
    She looked down at Derreck and positioned herself over him. 
    “Oh, Macy, I want you,” he whispered.  “So bad.”
    Macy put her hands out and touched the wall.  She lowered herself down until she felt the tip of Derreck touch her.  She cried out and hesitated, knowing what it felt like.  How he would open her.  How he would pleasure her.  How he would...
    Derreck’s hands pulled at her thighs, forcing her down. 
    The sudden jolt of Derreck’s cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout Macy’s body.  It was an instant orgasmic feeling, racing up and down her body.  Her toes curled, her insides burned, her breasts ached, and as she bit on her lip, she tasted a little blood.  Derreck held her tight against his hardness. 
    He throbbed as she pulsed, bringing Macy to an orgasm without so much as a single thrust.
    As she came, her body shook, convulsing, wanting and needing to fuck Derreck.  Her nails clawed against the walls, finding no release.  The only release she felt came between her legs in the form of a hot and wet gush.  She opened