A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

time learning the positions and the defensive postures
necessary to score well and often, aka sport fucking and with
so much money it's not even a fair fight although in some
ways it's even harder for me. And my cock is the same
size no matter what. One scientist guy said he could
install a rod and make it larger – length AND girth -
but that I would need batteries, oil and lots of
check-ups. My plan to retire to the island
would have to be put on hold so I
hold onto my penis the same size
now, maybe a little stretched out,
and the head a little to the left. I
don't want to leave out any of the
rest so I picture her chest in my
mind and all time slips away as
if her clothes and the blood once
again flows to a central spot – my
cock tightens and hardens and it
now has a mind of its own as with
my eyes closed I grip tightly and
slowly move up and down as if
on the deck of a ship in a novel
by Melville and I remember the
walk from English Lit Class w/
one of the name not forgotten
hers of my past and we should
have dipped into the tree farm
and tasted the fruit so sweet &
delicious – there in the refrig-
erator. An orator as poet so red
and simple in the sun. Guess
which one? Succulent gasps
of air as the mind clouds and
release draws near I start to
float and fly in my mind as
my fingers grip and now
glide precum flowing
from the tip of my
head like a mush-
room the sound
of an ancient
boom sounds
and echoes and
rebounds as that
final moment draws
near and up and out and
my chest feels the warmth
as I can once again breathe
and think and wonder if she
thinks of me the same way.

A billion dollars times many
and I still love the way my
own hand feels on my
body so familiar
but i'm not
quite done
and ring up
someone -
another
woman. “You got here fast.”
“I like you.”
“You're just saying that.”
“Don't start acting like that.”
“I like that you're honest. Come in.”
She walks in the room and looks around.
“No food or freaky shit? What's up? Stocks down?”
“Money doesn't matter Monica. You know what I want.”
“Rhymes with bunt?”
“Teases my tongue.”
“Miss the taste?”
“I did. I did.”
“You smell of sex.”
“I need to take a shower.”
“Not going to tell me who?”
“Smell my hand?”
“No thanks.”
“Didn't think so.”
“You think too damn much. Shower
and that soap I sent you and then you
can go down on me outside or maybe
in here. It's a bit chilly.”
“Your nipples are hard.”
“And you get smaller.”
“Hey!”
“Honestly, you're small enough already. You pay extra for honesty.”
“I know. Let's not talk. Let's wash.”
Short walk and we're in a room of jets and streams of water and she's washing my back and me hers and I reach up and soap her tits. We kiss, the water streaming down as we rinse. Towels and a short walk to the master bedroom. We're on the bed.
“Did you miss my pussy?”
“I did.”
“A lot?”
“I missed your pussy a lot.”
“Not your pussy. My pussy.”
“I said your pussy.”
“I know. I just like to hear you say it.”
“You like dirty talk too?”
“I do.”
“I want to eat your pussy and taste your
juices I want to make you forget the
world and take you to the edge
of the waterfall and make you
go over the edge and fall in
bliss and I want to
kiss...”
“Actions are louder than words.”
    And I move down and the smell is
intensely wonderful some type of
Amazon fruit maybe and her legs
spread as I kiss the top of her foot
and make my way down the leg as
her chest rises and falls my hands
reach out and find her nipples as
i'm at her inner thighs and kiss
and press my lips and tongue
against her sensitive spots
lightly at first and her
body moves as I am
watching her open
up down there and
I stare into the primal
essence of her being and
my mouth becomes one with
her and I move my head and
make sure to mix it up just
enough to keep her guessing
as to what's coming next. She
is who is coming next, but she
doesn't know about the