All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

LEO'S POV I spent the whole day hiding inside my hotel room, unable to face her. Thinking of a way to handle it all. I spent hours under the shower. Gwen will never understand the pain I have… the fear of her looking me in the eyes and telling me that she is no longer in love with me. Yes, John is still me. But… Fuck, it’s so complicated. I sighed, running a hand through my damp hair, still feeling the frustration gnawing at me. Then, a knock came on my door. I frowned, assuming it was room service, but then I heard a soft voice from the other side of the door. “John? It’s me… Charlotte.” My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected her to come. I jumped out of bed like an excited, lonely puppy. Then I paused. I wondered why she was here. Is she here to end everything? Would she say I am too weird for her? Opening the door slowly, I saw her standing there, carrying something in a bag. She was wearing a red bedroom robe, the neckline a bit low and short enough to see t

Charlotte asked for my t shirt which swallowed her whole in a way that reminded me again how much weight she had lost. She said something about making fruit juice from scratch and walked into the kitchen. While I went inside my room to check on Angel. The secret camera I planted showed her sleeping peacefully. I sighed. "How lucky I would've been if you were my daughter." I said to myself. Afterwards, I turned off my monitor and went to the kitchen. Charlotte tied up the T-shirt in a way that her tummy was open, exposing her thong and the soft cheeks behind her. They got smaller but yet so attractive. Is she trying to get laid in the kitchen? Be careful how you dress around this sex-starved man, Charlotte. I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a chocolate ice cream to quench my thirst for some chocolate I can't have until this fruit juice making is over. I bet we will be making a lot of juices tonight though. Afterwards, getting the ice cream, I lean

Without wasting much time, I began teasing her by kissing her inner thighs, purposely skipping her pussy to make it quiver. With each kiss, I drew ever closer, building the tension and frustration which gets intensified, purposely skipping her throbbing pussy with each kiss until it was palpable. Her hand simultaneously takes hold of mine and guides it over her tits, making gentle contact with her erected nipples poking straight through the comfy top. "Yes... yes," she moaned as my hands desperately claimed the soft flesh of her breasts. Suddenly, she hiked the top up to her neck, revealing her large breasts. Her dark areolae were glazed with a layer of sweat that glistened in the kitchen light. I wanted them in my mouth... I continued the teasing torment,by circling her breasts with my fingers but avoiding making direct contact with her nipples, while my other hand rubbed her thighs. My own shaft throbbed more painfully; I couldn't hold back much longer.I pulled un

I picked her up again and gently lowered her into the bathtub."Are you comfortable like this?""Yeah, it's all good, thanks."I smiled back at her and switched the tap and adjusted the water temperature.The tap has a long swivel neck. And before I could help myself I positioned the water stream over her thigh.She gave me a look."That is where you are starting?"I blinked."Oh. sorry."Her thighs are damn sexy,I got distracted.She giggled."Don't apologize, it's fine. It feels so good".Soon the water almost filled up the tub, and she signaled it was okay.I stopped the tap and watched as she laid there relaxing with her eyes closed.Good because it's going to be a busy night for both of us.Her head, shoulders, breasts and angled knees are peeking out of the water, the rest of her body is submerged in the translucent water.The bottom part of her long, dark curly hair is wet, slightly straight, resting on one of her shoulders, the tips flowing down towards the center of her breas

CHARLOTTE’S POV I am tired of this. Standing here, watching him hesitate like I had asked him to confess to a crime instead of something so simple. Something natural. Something human. It made my stomach twist. I had tried to make it easy.I really had. I told him it was okay. I said it calmly at first, softly, like reassurance could loosen whatever tight knot lived in his chest. I told him he didn’t owe me anything. That there was nothing to be ashamed of. That I wasn’t going to judge him or mock his body or laugh at him. But he kept saying the same thing. “I’m insecure.” Over and over. It was a useless excuse. We were supposed to make love.Were we supposed to do that with him fully dressed? Was he planning to keep hiding while I have shown him everything there's to see? The thought made my chest ache in a way I didn’t know how to explain to him. I wanted to trust him. I really did. I wanted to believe that this was just fear, just nerves and he was just a man struggling