Hot and Unprotected – Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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And that’s when the surprise happened. I’d been so into my breast play, so focused on dropping mouthfuls of cum onto my boobs that I hadn’t been watching Tucker closely. Of course I’d seen him fisting his dick, the way his hand moved faster and faster over his cock, a vise of pleasure around that slick shaft, but I hadn’t been monitoring him, hadn’t been watching the details.

Because I’d driven him over the edge again. Oh yeah, the tit play was too much and the minute I closed my eyes, chewing my nipples, Tucker took the opportunity to give it up all over my face and chest. Oh fuck yeah, the big man pointed his dick right at me, I was still kneeling at his feet and erupted right onto my face, globs of white hitting my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth as I continued to suck on my breasts. It was so hot, the sperm so tangy and good, just adding to my already existing feast that I whimpered hungrily, my boobs popping out as my pussy began to shake.

“Oh oh oh!” I moaned as droplets of white rained down. “Oh!” I shrieked, opening my mouth wide, trying to catch the waterfall of white.

And simultaneously, my pussy began to spasm, clenching and clamping like a hungry trap, the wet folds shivering with pleasure, tremors shooting from my clit to my fingers and toes, a veritable stream of pussy cream dripping from my hole, forming a pool on the ground.

“Ohhh!” I screamed again, boobs heaving as my twat gave it up, mouth still open as I tried to catch the flying cum on my tongue. “Um!” I heaved again, lunging to the right as his spray flew in that direction, desperate for as much as possible.

But it couldn’t last forever. Although Tucker shot gallons, there was a limited supply of the good stuff and he couldn’t keep spurting forever. So for the last few pulls, he put his dick right up against my mouth and my lips parted obediently around the glans.

“Mmm,” I murmured as the last few spurts jetted into my warm cavern, savoring that tangy, salty sperm. “Mmm.”

The big man just stood over me, watching, his eyes gleaming, shoulders and pecs taut, muscular as I drank the sweet semen, licking my lips, not even bothering to hide how much I adored it.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, trailing a finger through my hair, pulling it through one especially thick clump of sperm. “I think I fucking love you.”

14

Tucker

Laurie took my admission in a breeze. She didn’t bat an eye, or maybe she couldn’t because her eyelids were glued shut by the sticky sperm I’d shot all over her face. Because I hadn’t held back. Fuck no, although I’d just come hard in her mouth, shooting gallons of jizz down her throat, watching her eat her breasts had my cock rock hard in seconds, the needle at full once more.

And the little girl seemed to have few barriers, there wasn’t anything Laurie wouldn’t let me do to her. Touch her, taste her, inhale that sweet little cunt until I was passed out, my dick twitching its last drops onto the ground. In fact the brunette was so fucking dirty that I was pretty sure I’d fallen in love, head spinning, flat on my face in devotion. After all, what was there not to love? Laurie was sweet, genuine, a mixture of the high and low, pizza mixed with fancy lingerie in one beautiful package. And she made me feel ten miles tall, laughing at my jokes, listening to my stories, all with genuine interest in her eyes.

And that’s what I really loved about her. Her genuineness. Because Laurie thought I was nothing more than the delivery guy but respected it as an honest living. And she was tactful too. When I said I was housesitting for friends, the natural next question would have been, “So where do you live, really?” And know why? It’s because women want to scope out my earning power, figure out my socio-economic status. I might be living in Tribeca now, but god forbid my actual digs were East New York or some godforsaken ghetto in the Bronx.

But the brunette gave no indication that her thoughts went along those lines. Instead, she nodded, a smile lighting her face and praised me for the hard work I did, how I needed to take care of myself, eat right and work out, maybe even wear a waist band so I didn’t strain my back. And a rush of emotion come over me then, something that I couldn’t exactly put my finger on, something that drew me to her like a moth to flame. All I knew what that I had to have her.

But first things first because there was still the mystery of the brunette’s virginity. Despite the fact that she acted like a complete slut, a seasoned porn star, in fact this woman was recently untouched and I had to know how in the world that was possible. If she’d been mine I would have been fucking her two, three times a day minimum from the very get-go … and I had.


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