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

Her friends wanted nothing to do with it but I was frozen.  Stuck in a fear that had me paralyzed.  I watched Jess slowly move the knife down to my stomach.  When the blade touched me it didn’t hurt but I screamed anyway. 
    I looked to her friends and said, ‘Please...let me go.  Don’t do this...’
    Jess dug the knife in and started to twist it.  She moved with such a frantic speed, just cutting me, not actually stabbing me or threatening to kill me.  Her friends let me go and started to run.  Jess called them ‘backstabbing bitches’ and continued to slice at me. It took me a few seconds to find the strength to fight back so I kicked her and I tried to fight my way back up.  But when I saw blood, I freaked out.  I thought I was dying.  I held my side and waited to die, alone.
    The worst part was that Jess just sat there and laughed at me.  It wasn’t until a set of headlights appeared did Jess finally move.  She ran, leaving me there.  The car thankfully stopped and a man helped me.  He gave me his sweatshirt to hold to my side and he took me to the hospital.”
    Macy stopped and took a deep breath.  A much needed breath.  The smell of her room had slowly become a welcoming mix of her soap and the scent of Derreck’s cologne.  She liked it. She could get used to it, easily.
    “What happened to Jess?” Derreck asked, so calm and collected still.
    “Everyone ratted her out,” Macy said.  “As much fear as she put in people, they were able to band together and testify against her.  She got kicked out of school and went to jail for a year.  Like I said, she didn’t actually stab me, she just cut me, but the cuts were deep enough that they... well... scarred...”
    Derreck ripped the sheets off Macy’s body, a move so sudden and unexpected, she gasped.  His right hand touched her hair.  With each stroke of his hand, more of her soap smell filtered into the air.  When his left hand touched her body, Macy sighed.  The sweet smell of her sex was still burning with desire for Derreck. 
    Derreck’s hand cascaded down Macy’s body right to her scars.  She winced and closed her eyes, hating that he was touching her there.  Her mind still tried to convince her that the scars hurt even though they didn’t.
    “Macy, look at me,” Derreck said.
    Macy shook her head.
    “I didn’t ask, Macy...”
    Macy opened her eyes and turned her head again.  She stared at Derreck and followed his eyes as he looked down to her naked body and visible scars.  His fingers stroked up and down her scars a few times.  He didn’t need to say a word to tell Macy that the scars didn’t matter.  That they were just pieces of imperfect marks on her body, nothing more and nothing less.
    To confirm his speechless point Derreck slid his hand beyond Macy’s scars.  As he touched her bare mound, following the curve of her body to her moistened folds, her eyes went wide.  She had never watched a man touch her like this before.  Seeing his fingers and feeling them, was extremely erotic.  Macy gripped the sheets with her right hand and with her left hand, she dug under the sheet for Derreck’s body.  She found his rippled flat stomach, just her fingertips touching a small well kept thatch of pubic hair.  Her nails dug at Derreck, making him moan as two of his big strong fingers played between her legs.  He made gentle shapes and caressed her entire sex.  Down and up, feeling her folds, opening her sex, and curling his middle finger at the right spot, right at her sensitive clitoris.  The subtle touch made Macy jump.  Her nipples were then instantly hard, aching and throbbing again.
    The word again kept ringing in her mind until she finally whispered it to Derreck.
    “Again...”
    “Of course,” Derreck whispered back.
    He kicked the sheet off his body, showing Macy that he was ready too.  He was large and thick and her hand couldn’t help itself as she gripped him.  She pulled at him, loving the way