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

her mouth to cry his name but it came out as a moan followed by nothing. 
    Derreck groaned right back at Macy, trying to control his own body.  The intense throbbing from Macy served its purpose, pulling at him, coaxing him, wanting him to reach orgasm as fast as Macy did.
    But that was okay, Derreck could contain himself.
    His hands opened and slid up Macy’s back.  He then started to thrust up at her, digging deeper, deeper than any man had ever been in Macy before.  She let her head fall back in an endless moan as her breath came back to her.  Her breasts were heavy, eye level with Derreck.  He moved his hands around to Macy’s chest and he held her breasts tight in his hands.  That’s when his tongue began to taste her, sampling her erect nipples.  He flicked at her, one at a time, letting his teeth graze along her sensitive skin.  When he opened his mouth wide, engulfing her, moaning, Macy found her feet flat on the floor, starting to lift and lower herself. 
    The sex moved from gentle movements to a wild pace, led by Derreck’s sensational need for her body.  The harder he thrust, the more Macy offered herself at him.  Together, they worked into a motion that bounced off the walls of the small bathroom.  With the shower running, the steam became an erotic fog, hanging lower, sticking to everything, making both of them sweat.  As the speed increased, Derreck let his hands slide down her body, back to the scars.  Once there, Macy gasped and her entire body tightened.
    The move created a sensation for Derreck that left him gripping Macy’s backside, forcing her up at the perfect angle so he could climax.  He thrust at her with a blinding speed for what felt like hours to Macy.  She closed her eyes and lost herself in the hot sex.  She inhaled the steam and smelled the sensual aroma of Derreck’s cologne and sweat as it battled against the smell of their sex.
    Finally, Derreck groaned and pulled her back down.  She crashed hard on Derreck as he started to climax.  The sudden rush of his orgasm had Macy staring down at him, clawing at his hair and head.  She held him,  moaning with each pulse of his sex as he poured into her.  Even after the orgasm subsided, she remained there, gently grinding on Derreck, making sure they were both done.
    They were.
    For now.
    Macy slowly stood up, feeling a warm gush between her legs.  She started to step towards the shower but Derreck stopped her.
    “No, this part is done.”
    “This part?” Macy asked.
    “Yes.  We’re going to your bed next.  Right now.”
    Macy barely had time to turn the water off before Derreck was holding her by her wrist, pulling at her.
    The gorgeous billionaire wanted her in her bed, and she refused to complain.

 
    They were naked , Macy still wet - in more than one way - and Derreck lay next to Macy with one hand touching her hip and the other touching her face.  On her left side, hiding her scars, Macy felt a little more comfortable then standing in the shower with her stomach facing him, showing herself.
    “I want to know,” Derreck said.  “I won’t let you hide it.”
    “Hide what?” Macy whispered. 
    “You know what I’m talking about.”
    Macy closed her eyes.
    No, she thought.  Just, no.
    “I’m not asking you to tell me,” Derreck said.  “I’m telling you to do it.  We’re beyond hiding now.”
    “You saw them,” Macy said.  “You touched them.  That’s more than most men could say.”
    “I don’t care about most men,” Derreck said with gritted teeth.  “I want to know.”
    “They’re just scars,” Macy said, hoping to cover it all up.
    It was the first time she ever thought about her scars as just scars.  They were anything but.  They were evil memories, still living, still reminding her everyday.
    Derreck put his left hand to Macy’s shoulder and forced her to her back.  As she moved, the sheets pulled down enough to expose her breasts.  It was almost seductive, feeling