The Billionaire's Plus Sized Redemption

Chapter 3 : A Night Without Fear(part 2)

Oliva pov

He did. His mouth claimed mine—slow at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against mine in a wet, velvet stroke that made my knees weak. I moaned softly into his mouth. He tasted like cool water and mint. His hands slid down, cupping my full ass and pulling me firmly against the growing bulge in his trousers. I gasped at the thick, unmistakable hardness pressing into my belly.

“Feel that?” he growled against my lips, voice rough. “That’s what you do to me. Been hard since I sat down next to you.”

I whimpered, rolling my hips instinctively. My n*****s tightened against the lace of my bra, aching. He walked me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the large bed. With gentle but sure hands, he unzipped my dress. The emerald fabric pooled at my feet. Cool air kissed my skin. I stood in my black bra and panties, suddenly aware of every soft curve of my plus-size body.

Ethan’s steel-gray eyes darkened as they roamed over me—hungry, reverent. “f**k, Olivia. Look at you.” He traced the swell of my breasts with one finger, then dipped lower, following the dip of my waist and the wide flare of my hips. “So soft. So perfect.”

I reached for his shirt buttons, fumbling in my eagerness. He helped, shrugging it off. His athletic torso was all lean muscle and smooth skin. I ran my palms over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. Lower, I traced the defined lines of his abs until I reached his belt.

He caught my wrist gently. “Bed first.” His voice was husky. “I want to taste you.”

I lay back on the cool sheets. Ethan followed, crawling over me. He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point until I arched and moaned. He unclasped my bra, freeing my heavy breasts. His mouth closed over one n****e, hot and wet, tongue flicking while his hand kneaded the other. Sharp pleasure shot straight to my core. I threaded my fingers through his jet-black hair, holding him there.

“Yes… like that,” I breathed.

He switched sides, sucking harder, then kissed a slow trail down my stomach. His fingers hooked into my panties and slid them down my thick thighs. The cool air hit my soaked p***y. I shivered.

Ethan settled between my legs, broad shoulders spreading me open. He looked up, eyes locked on mine. “I’ve wanted to do this since I heard that real laugh of yours.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my inner thigh, then higher.

His tongue dragged slowly through my folds. I cried out, hips jerking. He groaned at my taste. “So wet for me already. Sweet little pussy.” He licked again, firmer, circling my swollen c**t before sucking it between his lips.

Pleasure crashed through me. My thighs trembled around his head. He slid one long finger inside me, then two, curling them against that perfect spot while his tongue worked my c**t in steady, relentless strokes. Wet sounds filled the room—his mouth on me, my ragged moans.

“Ethan—oh god—I’m close,” I gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled against my flesh. “Let me feel it.”

The orgasm hit hard. My back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around him as waves of heat pulsed through my core. I cried out his name, trembling.

He didn’t stop until I was boneless and panting. Then he rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes gleaming. He shed his trousers and boxers. His c**k sprang free—long, thick, flushed dark at the tip, already glistening with pre-c*m.

I licked my lips. “You’re big.”

He chuckled, low and dark, stroking himself once. “And you’re going to take every inch. Slowly at first. I want to feel you stretch around me.”

He positioned himself between my thighs, rubbing the thick head up and down my slick p***y, teasing my c**t. I whimpered, hips chasing the contact.

“Please, Ethan… f**k me.”

He pushed in—inch by thick inch. I moaned at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned deeply, forehead pressed to mine. “So tight. So f*****g warm and wet. God, Olivia.”

When he bottomed out, we both stilled, breathing hard. The fullness was overwhelming in the best way. He started moving—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with our moans. His hips rolled expertly, grinding against my c**t on every thrust.

“You feel incredible,” he rasped, voice strained. “This p***y was made for me tonight. Say it.”

“It’s yours tonight,” I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist. My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. “Harder, Ethan. Please.”

He gave me what I asked for, driving deeper, faster. Sweat slicked our skin. The scent of s*x—musky, salty, sweet—filled the air. He reached between us, thumb circling my c**t.

“I’m gonna come again,” I whimpered, walls fluttering around his thick c**k.

“Good girl. Come on my d**k. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

The second orgasm ripped through me, stronger than the first. I clenched hard around him, crying out. Ethan groaned, pace faltering. A few more deep thrusts and he pulled out, stroking himself fast. Hot ropes of c*m landed across my stomach and breasts as he shuddered above me, growling my name.

We collapsed together, breathing ragged. He grabbed a warm cloth from the bathroom, gently cleaning me before pulling me into his arms. His big body curled protectively around mine, one hand stroking my hair.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered against my temple. “For tonight… and longer, if you’ll let me.”

I lay there in the afterglow, skin tingling, body deliciously sore.

Hours later, the deep darkness of the night began to thin.

I lay awake on the soft pillows, the white sheets pulled up to my chin. The pale, gray light of dawn was just beginning to creep through the heavy velvet curtains, painting the hotel room in cold shadows.

Be Beside me, Ethan was fast asleep, his long frame relaxed, one large arm draped across the empty space where I had been resting. Without the sharp, intimidating look he carried in his waking hours, his face looked younger, almost peaceful.

I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest for a long time. The warmth of the night was still lingering in my skin, but the cold reality of the morning was rushing back into my mind.

"What am I doing?" I whispered to the quiet room, my voice making no sound.

Panic, sudden and sharp, squeezed my chest. I was a woman with a temporary restraining order in my purse, a broken marriage, and a life that was currently scattered in a canvas suitcase on Luca's guest floor. Damian was still out there, powerful and vindictive. I didn't even know Ethan’s last name. This night had been a beautiful, impossible dream, but the dream was over. If I stayed until he woke up, there would be questions, explanations, and expectations I was simply too broken to handle right now. I needed to find a job, get my own apartment, and stand on my own two feet before I could ever be a real part of someone else's world.

Slowly, carefully, I slid out from beneath the heavy covers, making sure the mattress didn't creak.

I gathered my green dress from the floor and quietly slipped into the bathroom. I pulled the fabric over my head, zipped it up, and slid my feet into my low heels. I didn't look in the mirror this time. I walked back into the dark bedroom, my heart pounding against my ribs as I snatched my handbag from the nightstand.

Ethan turned slightly in his sleep, his brow furrowing for a split second, but he didn't open his eyes.

I stood by the edge of the bed, looking down at him one last time in the dim morning light. I took a deep breath, pressed my lips together to stop a sudden tear, and turned away. I walked across the plush carpet, opened the heavy suite door with a tiny, silent click, and stepped out into the hallway, disappearing into the gray morning before he could ever open his eyes.