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  He Wants a Thick Girl

  The Russian Billionaire's Black Princess

  Asia Marquis

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  Midnight Climax is passionate about writing sex. Not just erotica, not just romance… sex. The kind of sex that leaves you feeling a little dirty and really horny. Modern sex, for modern women.

  If you're a woman that isn't afraid of her fantasies, Midnight Climax writes for you. If you're married but like to explore your kinks and fetishes in a safe way, Midnight Climax writes for your.

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  Some celebrity is looking for a wife. I only know this because instead of covering the wars or anything else of importance, my local news station is of course focusing on celebrity news. That's pretty typical of them, honestly, but it still makes me a bit sick.

  His name is David Garder. I study his face, which is golden and handsome with high cheekbones and beautiful blue eyes. Why come to America? Certainly there are beautiful women in his home country, Russia. Most women around here look like me. Chubby, black skin and black eyes, with muffin tops spilling over their jeans. This city, especially, is overwhelmingly black and thick.

  I look up from the TV and at my reflection in the mirror. I wish I had some Russian lineage, instead my skin is as black as night and my eyes are somehow even darker. My face is heart shaped and a bit too round in the cheeks, but otherwise I'm pretty cute. My face is honestly my best asset. Even at my heaviest weight, I still look cute enough.

  The added weight only really holds me back when it comes to one thing: romance. I might have a big ass and big tits, but still I can't find a damn date.

  The news says that David is holding parties all around the country, looking for the perfect woman, and one is happening nearby. It'll be taking place at one of the beautiful but forgotten buildings in Detroit.

  For a second I consider going, but then I brush that idea away. I have work and I don't really have the money to waste anyway, so I forget about it altogether.

  The day David arrives in Michigan, I go to work completely unaware of his presence. The only thing that tips me off is that a few people are missing from work, women who have never missed a day. They're beautiful and thin women, sought after by everyone, so it makes sense for them to go. No one else mentions the party, and so I do my work, coding a website for a new customer before I head home. Simple as that.

  Except things never turn out to be that simple for me.

  I am browsing the internet for a while as some junky television plays in the background. The night has been boring, but sometimes that's what I prefer. The clock chimes and I realize I'm tired, so I head over to my couch and nod off while watching some show.

  Only a few minutes after I fall asleep, there's a knock at the door that wakes me up. Frustrated, I pat down my wild, wavy weave to make myself look a bit more presentable, and go to answer the door. From the window I see a blonde male figure. Worry sets in- it's late. It could be anyone, a robber, a rapist...

  Opening the door slightly, but with my hand pressed against it so I can slam it shut, I look through the small slit. “Yes?”

  The man, who looks strangely familiar but in my sleepy haze I can't quite figure out why, smiles awkwardly. The night is cold. He shivers. “Hello, I was wondering if I could use your telephone? My car has died and I need to get back to my hotel.”

  The Russian accent should have clued me in, but it didn't. I eye the man, assessing whether or not he's a threat, but really why would a rapist attack someone who looks like me anyway? He looks harmless, though, so I open the door and allow him to come in. “Sure. Let me get my cell phone. Come in so you don't die of hypothermia.”

  “Oh, thank you miss.” I walk away from him as he closes the door behind us. Grabbing my cell phone from my kitchen table, I toss it to him. I sit back down on my couch and wait for him to make his call. I can hear the phone ringing faintly. I keep my eyes on the TV, noticing the news is now on. The clock in the corner says it's 10 pm.

  The woman news anchor is blabbering on about something I can't hear. The volume is way down, but I can read her lips enough to know that someone has gone missing.

  An image pops up in a box next to her, and under it is the name 'David Garder'. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the sharp jaw...

  I stifle a gasp as I look back at the man who is now chatting with someone on the phone in Russian.

  David Garder is in my house.

  He catches me looking at him and smiles apologetically, his handsome face muted in the darkness of my living room. I realize he might like to see where he's stepping, so I fumble with the switch for my lamp, trying to turn it on. Finally, when it comes on, I look at him and he smiles again.

  What am I going to do? Do I say something to him? Do I pretend I don't know? God, and he is so handsome. He's saying goodbye to the person on the phone now and, awkwardly. I stiffen my back and suck in my stomach.

  He hands me my phone. “Thank you. Unfortunately, no one will be able to come and get me for quite a long time, because of the snow storm. Would you mind if I stayed here until they arrive? I can pay, if you like.”

  “No,” I croak, but no other words come out. I hold up a hand and try again. “You can stay as long as you need to.”

  He chuckles at me. “Relax. I guess you know who I am, huh?” He nods his head toward the TV. “My family is trying to force me to get married before I am too old. They want grandchildren, but they want me to marry these women who look more like sticks than humans!” He laughs and sits down on my couch. I sit back down next to him. “To be honest, I much prefer women with some meat on their body, women who look like you.”

  I blush and turn back to the TV. How embarrassing, to be complimented by a man as handsome as this. He has to be joking, anyway. A man as rich and handsome as that, attracted to women who look like me? How cruel, I'm letting him stay here and he's mocking me! No one who could have anyone in the world would possibly prefer someone like me. He belongs with super models!

  David shifts in his seat and examines me, his eyelids heavy. Oh god, bedroom eyes. There is nothing I am weaker against than bedroom eyes! I can feel my whole body getting hot, so I try my best to ignore him and my body's reaction to his presence.

  Feeling like I have to break the silence, I search for something to say. “Why do you like women like me?” Stupid! Ugh I'm so embarrassing. What a stupid thing to ask. He will probably think I'm just fishing for compliments!

  “Ah.” he says, his voice giving away how tired he is. “What's your name?”

  “Andrea.”

  “Well, Andrea, I have always liked larger women. Curves have been a sign of wealth for basically forever. Though that's changed recently, there are some of us who still find women like you beautiful. Your face is lovely, and your weight makes your cheek plump and cute. Your breasts are voluptuous and your bottom is perfectly round, which is of course very sexy. The men who make love to you are truly blessed.”

  A shiver runs up my spine as his words turn me on. My pussy is getting wet, and I can't help imagining his tongue poking into my slit. I'm lusting after this man, this billionaire, and it feels so naughty but so right.

  “Well, none of them have felt blessed...” I respond meekly. It's true. The men I've been with have been absolute pigs who made fun of me any chance they got. They didn't respect me and though I tried to make those relationships work, ultimately I knew I co
uldn't let myself stay in an abusive relationship. I was always told that I will eventually find someone who loves me for who I am, not in spite of who I am. So far, that's turned out to be a lie.

  A dark look washes over David's beautifully masculine face. “You shouldn't let yourself be treated poorly by men who don't understand your worth. If you were to give me the chance, I would love you the way you deserve to be loved. I would enjoy every moment of exploring your deliciously curvy body.”

  His words knock the breath out of me. What is he saying! I'm feeling hornier than ever, and I realize I really want this man to touch me. I still can't believe he would ever choose me over another woman. Still, he's so charming and he doesn't look like someone who lies. The passion in his eyes strikes me and I realize he isn't joking. He takes my hand and gently pulls me closer to him.

  “I must warn you, I am rough.”

  I look deep into his eyes and nod.

  “Can you handle that?”

  “Yes,” I reply. Warmth emanates from his body. His skin is hot to the touch. His head tilts slightly and his mouth parts as he pulls me closer, roughly pressing his lips against mine. I close my eyes and enjoy his soft lips, his hands dropping to my hips which grab me and pull me onto his lap. His touch makes me tingle with delight and anticipation.

  I feel light headed, because I am unable to breathe when I am so close to him. His lips crush against mine and I try my best to breathe so I don't have to pull away. I want my lips against his forever, I want to feel his warmth and passion for eternity. His tongue slips into my mouth and tangles with mine.

  He pulls back and stares at me with a powerful, lustful hunger. “Andrea, take your shirt off. I want to watch you.”

  I look at him, and I see the desire in his eyes. I lean back on his lap and undo the first button on my work shirt. His watches, licking his lips. Pulling out the second button, his hands twitch on my hips. The third, then all the rest of the buttons come undone quickly and I reveal to him my black lace bra beneath my shirt. My large breasts spill over the top of the too-small bra.

  David leans in and kisses me again, feeling up my body, manipulating my fat. It embarrasses me, but I know he finds it erotic. Pulling back, he looks into my eyes and I try to smile at him.

  “Are you embarrassed?” He asks. I think for a second, not wanting to offend him, but finally I decide honesty would be best. I not.

  “I am. I'm worried you think my fat is gross,”

  A look of horror comes upon his face. “Absolutely not! I love all of this, all of you. Your body is perfection to me, from your messy hair and black skin to your painted toes.”

  His words make me feel sexy. His attention to my details, his adoration for my flaws as well as my assets, it all turns me on. I am beyond horny, my whole body buzzing from his touch.

  “Stand up,” he says. I do.

  His hands brush against my breasts, the movement making my nipples hard. He pulls one of my bra straps down, then the other. My large breasts are still perky thanks to my still being young. Looping a finger on the fabric between my breasts, he pulls my bra down and my breasts spill out. Both hands grab my flesh and manipulate it, his eyes going from mine to my nipples.

  He moves closer to me, reaching behind my back and undoing my bra. He throws it to the floor. Sliding down my pants, he leaves me only in my panties now. He sits back down.

  “Please turn around. I'd like to see your big ass as you take off your panties.”

  I bite my lip and do as I'm told, turning and bending over. His hand grabs my ass cheek before I can start pulling my panties down. He gives it a swat and pulls away. I pull my panties down with my ass high in the air, giving the billionaire a good look at my ass and my wet pussy. When I stand back up and turn towards him, his hand is on his crotch, massaging the hard cock that is trying to push up through his pants.

  He grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, which is basically the same room as my living room. Gently, he pushes me down, the wood cold on my back and bare ass. He leans over me and kisses my thighs, his tongue swirling against my dark skin ever so lightly. It tickles, so I giggle and try to close my legs. He holds them open with strong hands.

  He kisses closer and closer to my slit until finally he finds it. He sticks his tongue out and plays with my clitoris with the tip of it. "Ooohh, David... Yesss..."

  My clit is swollen, and he starts to suck it and lick it, rough enough to drive me crazy. I can't help but twitch and thrash, the pleasure is just too much for me. He never stopped though, and as he continued to suck my clit he used one of his hands to insert two fingers into my hole. "Oh my god! Yes, yes! That feels so good!" I can't help but scream, and finally with a few more licks I feel a huge release as I cum harder than I ever have before, David lapping up my juices as I do so. My legs clamp down on his head, my clitoris throbbing and twitching against his tongue as I shake and quiver hard enough to move the table.

  David pushes my spasming legs off of his head and stands. By the look on his face I can tell he's unable to wait- he wants me, bad. Opening my legs again, he thrusts his entire cock deep into my tight pussy. The pain of his huge member forcing its way into me makes me scream, but it's not long before that melts away into amazing pleasure. I lay back against my table again, my legs spread and my arms open wide. He grabs my tits while fucking me fast and deep.

  I lay there, twitching and moaning but weak from orgasm. I look up into his eyes, watching him as he looks down at me, my chubby tits bouncing up and down on my chest in time with his hips slamming against me. I grab his shirt and pull him closer, using the fabric so that I can move with him. I want to fuck him as he's fucking me.

  "Fuck me! Fuck me harder, David!" My screams must have encouraged him, because he leans into me and fucks me as hard as he possibly can. With each thrust, my screams get louder and higher pitched. With a grunt he pushes his entire cock into my pussy, which seems to grab it as his balls slap against my ass. "Harder! More! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" He speeds up even more, but I can tell he's getting closer to cumming and so am I.

  His hand wraps around my throat and he pushes down. I'm taken by surprise, my hands grabbing at his arm, trying to pull him away. He keeps fucking me as I try to get more air into my lungs.

  He grabs my leg with his other hand, pushing it up so that my knees are against my tits. As he cums, instead of feeling like I'm being strangled, a warm and pleasurable sensation washes over me and I have the best orgasm I've ever had. His movements start to seize, and with a huge grunt he thrusts his cock up into my cervix and cums hard in me. I spasm around his cock, my pussy sucking all of his cum deep into me.

  He collapses on top of me while I continue to orgasm, his cock still buried deep within my cunt. He kisses me passionately on my lips as I come down, and then stands up to admire me. There is nothing but love in his eyes. Even though I am sweaty and the entire room smells of our sex, he is looking at me like I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

  He pushes himself off me and helps me off my table. Pulling me into a sweet embrace, we stay this way for a long time, just holding each other. I realize that soon his help will be here and he'll be leaving me.

  I can feel my heart breaking as I come to terms with the love of my life going away forever. I can't stop the tears as they stream down my face, and as they wet the shirt that David is still in, he pushes away and looks at me. “Why are you crying?” The worry in his eyes just pains me even more.

  “You've made me feel like no one else in the world ever has! You made me love myself, my skin, and now you're going to be leaving me! I'm never going to see you again and... and... I love you!”

  For a moment, the man just stares at me. His eyes start to tear up, but instead of pushing me away or any other thing he could do, he pulls me into a kiss. “I am not going to leave you. Andrea, I love you too. Come with me. We can be married by Friday if you wish.”

  And though we waiting longer than just a few days before getting married, we
were eventually wed. Six months later, in fact. Another 9 months after that, we were blessed with our first child. David's family did not always approve of our relationship, but as our first son was born, I could tell they were beginning to warm up to me.

  I lived out the rest of my life with the handsome billionaire who happened upon my house. I guess you can say I lived a fairy tale life... and I guess you'd be right!

  But believe me when I tell you this: even if you don't have my luck, even if a billionaire never finds you, never settle for an abuser. You can do better than that, no matter who you are or what you look like.

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