Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(118)

I'm frozen. I wasn't expecting to be put on the spot.

It's true though on some level. Every time we had brainstorming sessions  for what to do next, Arsen could execute like nothing else, but he came  to rely on me for ideas. But I need to be honest, if it weren't for his  questioning, I would have never have gotten the juices flowing to come  up with the idea. And before you start snickering, that's mental juices,  okay? Oh my God, talk about mind in the gutter.

"It's more of a back and forth between Arsen and I that results in some  of the ideas that we have coming to me," I tell the camera sweetly,  belying my thumping heart at being on television for millions. "If he  weren't asking the right questions, I wouldn't be coming up with the  ideas."

"How did you come up with the idea to partner with Oculus Rift to  provide on-demand virtual reality re-enactments of popular romance  e-books?" Tricia asks.

"Oh, that's easy," Arsen says and the camera swivels back to him. "We  were in the shower together, and having some fun, when I said everyone  should be so lucky to have someone so good at … " Arsen trails off as he  realizes just what he's done. Tricia has a wide smile on her face, with a  gotcha grin. Arsen's just embarrassed himself on live television. This  is what reporters live for.

But not if I can help it.

Taking a deep breath and summoning every last bit of courage I have, I  take several steps over to my husband. The man I married six months ago  in a wedding that the New York Journal called ‘the Social Event of the  Year'.

I wrap my arm around Arsen's and take my hand and move his face over to  mine. He looks at me, and I smile at him. He see's into my soul through  my eyes  –  and I think he realizes that together, nothing can stop us.

That's when I look to the camera.

"Arsen and I were having sex in the shower," I say without any trace of  embarrassment and I see Tricia the reporter gasp. "He was fucking me so  good doggiestyle, when he said to me that if everyone had someone like  me in their lives who could fuck so good then a lot of the problems in  the world would be solved."

"Uh-uhm, right … " Tricia says, starting to visibly sweat.

"That's when I pulled out and got on my knees and began to suck him  off," I say to Tricia, making sure to look her directly in the eyes.  "And I started saying what if we had a movie that went along with a  dirty book. And then what if we could somehow take the step of creating  that world one step further for people. And that's how Naughty Realities  was born. From shower sex."

Tricia is visibly sweating. She didn't expect me to get this raw. It's only 8 am on the East Coast. People are still getting up.

"Although," I say sweetly, giving the reporter a break. "If there's  anyone else in this world we rely on more than anything else, it's  Arsen's lawyer and his beautiful wife and my good friend, Yasmine."

Gerard and Yasmine smile from where they're seated at the couch. They've  just been married a month ago. It shows in how close they sit and the  fact that they can't stop touching one another.

The interview continues for a little bit longer, mainly with Gerard and  Arsen answering questions on the business end. How the proliferation of  high-tech phone sex has created a new industry in America. How readily  accessible virtual erotic encounters have literally taken the fight out  of ISIS when used successfully. And how the future looks for Hawkelane  Media.

"Things are looking up," Arsen says, looking at me as he smiles.

I look down. There's a tent beginning to form in his trousers. I smile. Looking up indeed.

Within minutes, the interview closes and Tricia and her cameraman are out the door. Gerard and Yasmine follow soon after.

Arsen and I eventually make our way to his office, where he closes the door as I pull myself into him and kiss him.

I can feel my breasts mash against his hard body. I can feel his hands  squeeze my ass and I gasp as a finger travels lightly over the opening  to my pussy.

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave you here. Don't worry, I'm not  kicking you out. You haven't seen enough yet. There's plenty more to  come. Don't you ever worry about that.

There's always more to cum.





Client 5 over, on to Man Chaser!





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Finally, in case you missed Gian and Lucy, we have a continuation of  their story in a separate standalone story that can also be seen as an  extended epilogue!

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Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance





Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance



She says she's a Man Chaser. Well … they call me a Woman Tamer. Let's see who wins, shall we?

Don't worry. You read that line above just right. I tame women. Show  them who's boss. One night with Ethan Kane and these 8-pack abs,  chiseled body and 12-inches of lust muscle hanging between my legs and  they'll do anything I damn well tell them to. So when Brittney tries to  infiltrate my company to steal from me...when I see her trying to seduce  me with her gorgeous curvy body and beautiful face...I know what I'm up  against. And I'm not worried. At all. She thinks she can just shake  that body and get me to roll over for her like a dog. She doesn't  realize that it's going to be her that ends up on her knees as I tell  her to beg. And when that happens, there's only one question left to ask  myself ... How badly does she need to be taught a lesson?

*** Come chase men with this exciting new standalone romance! No  cliffhangers or cheating, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes  that you've come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After?  Always, babe ***





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Ethan





UNNGGH!

That's the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out  of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap  her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make  her fucking yelp as well as moan.

"That's right, you like how I'm fucking you, baby?" I ask her crudely,  holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I've got her bent over  a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class  suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the  house sits. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger.  Giant 52" flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going.  Pictures of the family all over the place.

It's so fucking sweet it makes me fucking sick. But that's what makes this shot you're watching so fucking hot.         

     



 

"Yes, oh my God, yes!" Carla yells out through clenched teeth as her  pussy lips wrap themselves around my thick, hard shaft. You know the  size by now, babe. Ain't no way you're gonna turn the fucking page if  I'm any smaller than 12 fucking inches. Well, I have news for you. When  I'm fully engorged, I'm closer to 12 and a half fucking inches.

Think half an inch doesn't make that much of a difference?

Watch this.

I pull back, bringing my tip near to the exit of Carla's pussy and give  her one second to catch her breath. Then I come out just a little.  Enough for the big, bulbous head of my cock to exist half way. She's  whimpering. She knows what's coming next.

And without another word, I push myself back in, in one swift stroke.  She's frothing at the lips and her fucking cunt wraps itself around me  like a long lost fucking lover. She's shaking.

"Yes, what?" I sneer. She needs to say it, goddamit. I increase my strokes.

"Yes, Daddy, it's so fucking good!" she yells. "Please keep fucking me!"

"You've wanted to fuck me ever since your mother married me, haven't you?" I ask her back, thrusting and groaning.

"Yes, Daddy. I've been a horny stepdaughter ever since I first saw you,"  she moans. I don't even think she knows what she's saying anymore.

Now before you get all in a fucking huff. Let me just tell you that we're not fucking related, okay? I want to make that clear.

Although, if you actually come within 40 feet of me, I don't think you'd  care one way or the other, babe. That's because your clothes would  already be in a fucking heap on the ground. You'd be wiggling out of  your panties and spreading your legs to entice me.

I'm fucking serious. All it would seriously fucking take is for me to be in the same 50-foot radius as you.

That's not me being fucking arrogant. That's not me being an asshole.  That's just me telling you the fucking facts. Because there's only one  thing that my 6' 3" body, with it's sculpted definition that would make  the Greek God Apollo fucking jealous, it's hard-as-steel biceps, it's  broad shoulders, it's massively defined pecs, it's 8-pack abs, is going  to do when unleashed on your body. There's only one result when you look  into my deep cobalt-blue eyes, rugged face with its strong jawline.  There's only one conclusion when you feel the strength of my muscles as  they wrap around you, protect you, soothe you, and caress you. As every  fiber in my body works together to fuck you, only one thing will happen.