Caught in the Billionaire's Bedroom (BWWM interracial alpha male romance) Read Online Free PDF

insecure in his own skin. Nothing like Mr. Langston at all.
    My hand travelled up my thigh slowly, tracing curly letter W’s across my large thighs. I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs apart for my imagination. I’d never been with anyone before, but I knew how it worked. My fingers moved ever higher, until I reached my silky folds. Delicately, I began to tease myself open, reaching forward for the little nub that waited for my hand.
    I let my mind wander as I fiddled with myself, delving deeper into my virginal slit. I could see Mr. Langston in my mind’s eye, looming over me. Instead of dismissing me after shaking my hand like this afternoon, he’d pull me forward in his grip, crushing his lips against mine with the force of his lust.
    My hand quickened its pace, my body no longer content with a gentle press. I rubbed myself furiously, imagining it was Mr. Langston’s large one instead, readying me for his cock. I could see it already, red and long, hard with desire. He’d move quickly to get what he want, ripping my shirt apart and pulling at my jeans.
    He’d sprawl me across that big desk of his, letting his papers fly off the top. It wouldn’t matter if we made a mess, he just couldn’t wait longer to plunge himself into me and finally fill me up. I could feel my needy ache grow stronger, unable to be satiated with my fingers any more. My fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel the movement of his body against me, slapping against me as my hips rose to meet his. I thrashed on my bed, hoping, wishing, begging…
    I moaned and came, my fingers moving so quickly that it was almost a blur. My eyes flew open, shocked by the intensity of my orgasm. It tore through me like a storm, leaving me quivering in its wake. I gasped for breath. It had never been so strong in my whole life.
    It took minutes before I was able to stop shaking. Each time I pressed my hand deeper, I triggered another mind numbing orgasm, until I was so spent that I had to curl up, drifting into an exhausted sleep.

My first day at work went surprisingly well. I drove up to the mansion, once again awestruck by its grandiose size and scale. This time, the butler gestured for me to go to my right, and soon I heard the definite sounds of a small boy. It must be Joshua, I thought.
    I opened up a door where the laughter came from, and came face to face with a floor to ceiling aquarium, stuffed full of vibrant fish, stingrays, and what looked like a hammerhead shark. A small boy raced back and forth, following the animals back and forth in front of the enormous tank. A beautiful, slim woman stood to the side, trying to explain to him how the food chain worked.
    I stepped forward, and both of them looked up. Evan became shy immediately, running behind the woman’s legs. She must be the au pair. She was even more beautiful up close, and I could see why Mr. Langston had hired her.
    “Hi, I’m Rachel the music tutor,” I said, extending my hand.
    “Greta. Pleased to meet you,” she said, smiling.
    “So I guess I’m supposed to take over?”
    “That’s right. Here is a folder with Mr. Langston’s requests for his lesson today as well.”
    She handed me a fat folder that seemed to contain his entire curriculum. The information was absolutely overwhelming. Some of the stuff in there I hadn’t learned yet. I looked down at Evan, who regarded me solemnly.
    “Alright, you can leave it to me,” I said. She smiled at me warmly, then turned to the little boy at her side. Bending down, she said told him that he would have a quiz tomorrow on the anima names, and left us to it. So much for trying to give the boy a break, I thought.
    We spent most of our afternoon practising various scales and techniques before starting off with some Mozart. Then it was dinnertime, in a cavernous dining room that could seat twenty. And that wasn’t even the biggest one, Evan told me. Apparently, there were at least 3 more. The dizzying display of wealth didn’t end