The French Billionaire(30)

“Thank you. That means more to me than you know.” She rubbed her tummy and the inside of her thighs with her hands.

Manuel had a perfect view. His window looked into the room from below the couch. He could see between Emily’s legs. He had to move quickly. He would kill Reynard then quickly cover the woman with his pistol. He had to threaten her enough to make her keep silent. Then he could take her as he wished.



Emily saw Reynard’s erection and sat up. “You’re wonderful. So big. Come over here. Your magnificent cock needs my attention.” Reynard stood between her knees while she took him in her mouth and sucked. She added her hands along the shaft of his cock.

Reynard gave her a gentle push on the forehead. She leaned against the back of the couch and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. She said, “Turn about is fair play. I need to be kissed.”

Reynard dropped to his knees and buried his nose in her private garden. She was as wet as a swamp. Her aroma drifted up to Reynard, went through his nose and into his soul.

He spent time stimulating the expressive, intricate tissues in her pussy. She moaned and her hips bucked against him. She dropped flat on the couch and opened her legs. Reynard moved between them and lowered himself.



Manuel nodded to himself. He whispered, “Now.”

Another voice, a feminine voice, whispered, “No. Not now. Not ever.” Manuel felt the steel of a gun barrel press against his head. A woman’s arm slid down his and took the gun out of his hand. He felt a hand on his collar pulling him away from the window. The voice said, “No noise. Let the lovebirds have their privacy. They deserve it.”

Reynard put the head of his cock into the entrance of Emily’s sheath and pushed. She was wide and wet, and it took little effort to penetrate completely.

They rested for a moment. Reynard said, “May I ask you a personal question?”



Emily blushed. “You couldn’t be more personal with me that you are right now. Go ahead.”

“When was your last monthly cycle?”

“It ended two weeks ago. Yes. I am fertile. I know you aren’t wearing a condom.” She kissed him. “I would love to have your baby, even if we start it before we get married.”

“Good, because you feel wonderful inside.”

Reynard led her to her orgasm and waited while she humped and writhed and twisted. When she’d come out the other end, he said, “I will now put my semen inside you. Let us both hope for a child.”

Emily said, “Oh yes. That would be so wonderful. Go ahead.”



Reynard plunged and withdrew energetically for thirty seconds then pressed his hips against hers until he was completely buried inside her. He pumped his semen into her waiting sheath.

When he was done, he floated down on her. She felt his weight press her down into the couch gradually. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Welcome home, Reynard. Your family is glad to see you.”



The End





The Fallen Revenge





Billionaire Romance





By: Lisa Cartwright





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Prologue


Mia Madison had now been staring aimlessly at her computer for the past forty-five minutes, scrolling between various social networking websites instead of doing anything remotely productive. Sure, her private detective service was a little slow at the moment, but she knew she should probably be organizing her case files or something. She was desperate for a new case, or any excuse to leave the office, really.

Just as she was thinking that maybe she should just leave work early today, she heard the tell-tale ding of a new email in her inbox. Her heart started to race with anticipation as she opened it. Please be a new case, and not more junk mail, she thought.

It was from a woman named Lillian Davis, who apparently thought her boyfriend was cheating on her and wanted to prove it. At first glance, Mia thought this seemed like a pretty standard case. But after reading the email more closely, she realized there was something different about it --- Lillian’s philandering boyfriend was none other than Alexander Will, owner and CEO of Will Golden Corporation. Mia didn’t usually follow the news, but even she knew who Alexander Will was: a young heir to one of the most successful companies in the world, completely rolling in money, and absolutely gorgeous. She also realized that Lillian Davis wasn’t just anyone - she was heir to the Davis Mining Company fortune.