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want to be too rough and hurt them. It was hard for him to come because his mind was always hovering around the edge of his performance and not fully engaged in the act.
    With this big girl who was not frail and who was doing all the energetic action, he could simply enjoy the sex. He got lost in her wetness and her enjoyment and her flesh. His penis was harder than he had ever experienced before.
    When he finally shot his load, he almost screamed himself because it was so intense. Selena did not stop her pounding as he came. Instead she joined him and they climaxed together.
    Selena let herself fall to the bed with a great thud. Her hair was tangled and they were both damp with perspiration.
    “I would go get us a bottle of champagne but I don’t want to move just yet,” Brian said.
    “I don’t think I can move,” Selena said as she pulled him closer to her big tits.
    They dozed like that for a while and when Brian snapped back to being awake, his cock was hard again.  Selena patted his hardness and said, “I’ll be right back.” She  dashed downstairs, not taking the elevator, and came back up with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
    Brian popped open the bottle and poured the bubbly. “Here’s to our very own champagne room.”
     
    Bigger Girls Do It with Billionaire Bachelors - Book 3

One
    “Oh my God,” Britanny said, “Check this out.”
    Alison groaned, inwardly at least. She hated talking or being talked to in the morning. Her room mate loved to talk and not just in the morning but all the time.
    Alison was reading a romance novel and drinking her morning coffee. Britanny was reading Facebook posts and comments from some online group she belonged to.
    Alison grunted some sort of response.
    Britanny probably didn’t even hear her. She just kept talking, reading something from a dating site it seemed. “I’m not tall, dark and handsome but I’m a billionaire.” Britanny kept on talking as she read from the guy’s profile.
    Alison said, “What crap.”
    “And yet they are lining up to chat to him.”
    “Are you going to send him a note?”
    Britanny harrumped. “Of course not.”  Alison could hear the keyboard clacking as Britanny typed something to someone.
    Shortly after this exchange, Britanny went out for breakfast. She was meeting an old friend and based on past experience, Alison knew that she would not be back for hours.
    Britanny liked to eat and so did the friend she was meeting. Breakfast would become lunch and they would talk through both meals.
    Alison reveled in being alone and she read all day. It was her favorite kind of day, a Sunday all by herself with nothing to do but eat and read.
    While she was completely sure that the guy on the Facebook that Britanny was fussing about was full of shit, Alison did wonder if there were some insecure billionaires out there.
    Alison was aware that she was a control freak. She would never go to a site where men were strutting their stuff. But she had no problem creating a site where men could come to her.
    The hardest part of her whole plan was to come up with a website name that was enticing and saucy and yet not too gauche.
    At the end of it, she opted for a simple name for her web address. She used her nickname, Ali and her desire. Ali Seeks Love with a Billionaire.
    She rejected Ali Seeks Love because it made her sound like a hooker strutting her stuff online.
    Once she got past the hurdle of the name, she went straight for the design part of the website. She made it look artistically and aesthetically appealing.
    This was easy for Alison because she was a graphic artist with a strong dream of being a commercially successful artist with her own gallery.

Two
    Even though Alison was short and stout, when she was creating, she felt streamlined, sleek and sassy. Her energy was boundless. This energy extended to her writing for the web site and by the end of the afternoon she had a sleek and sassy website.
    She used her own photo,