Warning: Cruel. (16,600 words) contains name games, tomato titillation, painted pleasures, and threesomes gone wrong. This story is the first installation of The Billionaire Bitch Trilogy.
I didn't say a word. I just moved toward him and locked my lips with his. They were soft, warm, sweet. He lifted up to put his arms around me, but I pushed him back down. I stood up over him, swinging my hips from side to side as I slowly took off my panties and let them fall on top of his face. His cock was hard; it had been for a while. I had no idea that pretending to be a computer desk could be so arousing. Though he'd never come out and say it, I knew that he'd been as turned on as I was during that episode.
I wasted no time positioning my wet pussy over Darren's willing dick. From just one second of having his mushroom tip touch my wetness, I felt an electricity surge throughout my body. He felt it too; he closed his eyes and moaned, waiting for me to enthusiastically ride his cock until he exploded between my thighs.
And I obliged. My pussy was begging for it, so I quickly sunk his cock inside of me, allowing him to fill me up with every throbbing inch. I bounced up and down along his shaft, throwing my head back in wild abandon as he tickled my walls. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward, filling me up even more, making me want to scream in painful ecstasy as his cock tore me to pieces. Within a minute, my pussy contracted around him, holding on to him for dear life until it couldn't move anymore.
I wasted no time positioning my wet pussy over Darren's willing dick. From just one second of having his mushroom tip touch my wetness, I felt an electricity surge throughout my body. He felt it too; he closed his eyes and moaned, waiting for me to enthusiastically ride his cock until he exploded between my thighs.
And I obliged. My pussy was begging for it, so I quickly sunk his cock inside of me, allowing him to fill me up with every throbbing inch. I bounced up and down along his shaft, throwing my head back in wild abandon as he tickled my walls. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward, filling me up even more, making me want to scream in painful ecstasy as his cock tore me to pieces. Within a minute, my pussy contracted around him, holding on to him for dear life until it couldn't move anymore.
Oil heiress Elle Anderton has been testing her boyfriend with kinky love games to prove that he’s not after her family’s billions. And as time wears on, the test takes them both to sexual places they’ve never gone before and some of their strangest fantasies become reality. Warning: Unusual. (8,600 words) contains erotic medical examinations, masturbation exploration, and plastic hotel hanky panky. This story is the second installation of The Billionaire Bitch Trilogy. Darren put his hands underneath my pajama top and started playing with my tits. His determined touch made me want his hard cock driving inside of me, pounding me up against the tree. I braced myself for the feeling of his hardness in my pussy, and he started rubbing his cock back and forth against my clit over and over again. I was enjoying it, though not nearly as much as he was. I longed for him to be inside of me, but he seemed hell-bent on denying me that pleasure. I figured it was a little bit of tit-for-tat for all those times I refused to let him stroke his cock—like when he was watching me fuck my piece-of-shit ex-boyfriend. He continued thrusting and teasing my clit, so I closed my eyes to enjoy it. But I still wanted more. There I was in the middle of the night, half naked and pinned to a tree, and I couldn't wait for him to drive his hard on inside of my wet, aching pussy. |
Although billionaire oil heiress Elle Anderton has become engaged to Darren, she still feels compelled to put him to the ultimate love test to prove he’s not interested in her fortune. But as their sexual power struggle continues, the tables of control keep on turning until they’re both satisfied they belong together. Warning: Punishment. (12,400 words) contains temperature teasing, feather dusting, diamond mining, and a pretending professional. This story is the third installation of The Billionaire Bitch Trilogy. "I'm not going to use the safeword, I'm not going to use the safeword, I'm not going to use the safeword," I kept telling myself. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes tight. Although I had no idea what the action next to me actually looked like, the picture my mind's eye painted was clear, explicit...and disgusting. I felt water collect in the top of my lids, but I squeezed my eyes tighter to contain it. The last thing in the world I wanted was for Trisha to know that she was breaking my heart again. She may get the satisfaction of having my man for the night, but she wasn't going to get the satisfaction of seeing me upset about it. I could feel the enthusiasm next to me. The bed bounced and I imagined body parts everywhere. And as if that wasn't bad enough, my own body even started to betray me during the episode. I begrudgingly began to enjoy the sounds around me, feeling my pussy getting wet again, and my nipples perking back up. And my arousal mode made what I heard next sound even worse. |
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