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After his initial fury to get inside my pussy, Mason became more gentle,  slowly drawing his cock in and out, in and out. I liked having his  rigid cock stuffed inside me, filling my tight pussy. The pain  diminished and was replaced by a feeling of fullness. Now that he was  inside of me I never wanted to let go of him.



Without even realizing it, I sighed and moaned as Mason pushed deeper  into my cunt, filling me with every inch of his stiffness. When Mason  reached down and rubbed my clit, it felt like every nerve in my body was  surging toward my firm little nub, then ricocheting back through my  entire being.



Wait, Mason's not wearing a condom. I'm not on birth control. I'm being  fucked by my stepdad and neither of us is using protection. What if he  got me pregnant? What if I had his baby?



Mason began to fuck me harder, driving deeper than I thought possible.



Oh my god, this is amazing. I can't stop now. I never want this to stop.



I moaned and let my ass grind into his crotch, accepting as much of  Mason as I possibly could. Mason groaned, smashing me into the bed, and I  felt the next orgasm coming. My head was spinning, and all my muscles  tightened. My thighs quivered and my pussy pulsated, massaging Mason's  cock as he plunged into me.



I howled as the orgasm rocked my body, and Mason let out a loud growl as  his cock erupted in my cunt. I felt his seed spraying the walls of my  pussy, giving me what I needed.



Mason slumped over my back, letting his swollen dick linger inside of me  for a moment. Then he pulled out and I could feel the hot wet cum  dripping out of me, running down my thigh. It made me smile. I was  satisfied and exhausted, and I fell onto the bed as Mason crawled beside  me, wrapping his arms around mine and nuzzling my ear with his lips.



"I had no idea how badly I wanted that," he said.



"I've wanted it all my life," I admitted. "I've always loved you."



"I love you too, Chloe," he assured me. "More than anything."                       
       
           


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I felt safe and happy with his arms around me. Soon we drifted off to sleep in his bed. In the morning, we made love again.





VIII.



The next two months flew by like a whirlwind. Life seemed to slow down  only when Mason was working a shift at the station. He'd come home after  a long day or night and tell me about the fires he'd put out, the lives  he and his fellow firefighters had saved.



In early August, Mason took me out to dinner one Friday night at a patio  restaurant on the other side of town. The weather had been hot all day,  but now a cool breeze was blowing in.



Mason noticed me shivering and he immediately stood up and draped his blazer over my bare shoulders.



"Thank you, sir," I smiled.



Instead of returning to his chair, Mason suddenly dropped to one knee.  His eyes were on fire with passion. I started crying when I realized  what was happening. He reached into the pocket of the blazer that was  draped on my shoulders and presented me with a small velvety box  containing the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen.



"Will you marry me, Chloe?" he asked.



"Yes," I said, tears of joy streaming down my face. "Yes, of course."



I started laughing. My giggles caught Mason off guard.



"What's so funny?" he asked.



"It's just that I had something important to tell you tonight, too," I replied, trying to stifle my uncontainable smile.



"You're going to be a daddy!"



I watched Mason's eyes as they flashed from puzzlement to surprise to  pure elation. He began to laugh, too, and he grabbed me from my seat,  lifted me in the air and held me tight to his chest, swinging me around  and around. The other restaurant patrons were all staring, but we paid  them no mind at all.



Mason and I were madly in love. We were getting married, and I was going  to be a mommy. As we ate our fancy dinner, I couldn't wait to be alone  with my fireman so we could celebrate together, in the privacy of our  own home. There are just some fires you can't put out.





The Alpha Billionaire's Tight Little Brat

Ava is a sweet and innocent little lady. It's been two years since she  last saw Trenton Paine, the brilliant scientist who raised her.



Trent's latest invention turned him into an overnight billionaire. Now  Ava is being summoned to Trent's mansion, where she will live with him  again. Ava always harbored a secret, forbidden desire for Trent. Those  familiar feelings are stirring again, but something about Trent has  changed. Trent's riches have transformed him into the kind of man who  takes what he wants, when he wants it.



Ava prays her relationship with Trent will survive his ferocious alpha  appetites. But Ava must decide how far she is willing to go for true  love-even if it means total submission, and giving Trent the heir he  demands.





Prologue



He has me right where he wants me.



Lying in the dark, on the silky sheets of his bed, I feel the coarse  fibers of the knotted rope digging into my wrists. My hands are bound,  my fingers clasped together. I feel like a sinner begging for mercy,  ready and willing to submit to my fate.



In the shadows I can see the fullness of my breasts. They heave and fall  with every shallow breath that passes between my lips. Mingled feelings  of fear and arousal surge through my body, my nipples so tight they  almost hurt, pointing toward the mirror on the ceiling. In a million  years, I never would have thought my first time would be like this.



This is what you wanted, I remind myself. You asked for this.



The door opens. A sliver of light widens across my naked body. As my  eyes adjust to the glare, I see the chiseled form of a man standing in  the doorway. I see wide shoulders and a broad chest, those delicious abs  tapering downward to his narrow hips and muscular thighs.



I would recognize that body anywhere. His body.



The billionaire.



The man who raised me.





I.



I saw the magazine before Mom did. It was right there between Us Weekly and People. My jaw dropped wide open.



"Mom," I muttered, at a loss for words. "Mom," I repeated, more insistently this time. "Mom!"



My mother and I were not exactly on speaking terms at the moment. Our  latest argument had erupted in the cereal aisle of the local grocery  store. We couldn't agree whether to buy Cheerio's and Raisin Bran. She  knew how much I hated raisins. The next thing I knew, we were shouting  at each other.



Now Mom was angrily unloading the shopping cart. Vegetables and frozen  dinners were piling onto the checkout counter much more quickly than the  grocery store clerk could scan them.



"Mother. Please, look."                       
       
           


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Annoyance flashing in her eyes, she glanced up from a handful of ripe  tomatoes. Then she saw the magazine. Her eyes widened, and the tomatoes  tumbled from her fingers. She stumbled backward, nearly toppling the  candy shelf behind her.



"No," she gasped. "It can't be. Can it?"



On the cover of Us Weekly, one of the Kardashians was striking a  seductive pose, and Kate Middleton was flashing her pearly whites on the  cover of People. Between them, on the front of Time Magazine, was a  face I recognized all too well.



It was Trent, my mom's ex.



As in my stepdad. I guess I should say my ex-stepdad.



Mom divorced him a couple of years ago when I was sixteen. A dashing,  Harvard-trained nanobiologist, Trent had plenty of smarts, and God knows  he wasn't hurting in the looks department. But he was a failed  inventor. Despite his tenacity and long hours in the lab, none of his  earth-shattering schemes had ever panned out.



Mom had done everything in her power to convince him to give up the  dream and go find a real job. After one too many flops, she cut the cord  on their marriage and left him practically penniless. She got the house  and the car. And me, of course. Trent got his stack of worthless  patents.



I stared at the magazine cover. It was the last place I expected to see  the man I used to call my dad. As handsome as ever, with those icy blue  eyes and rugged jawline, I noticed that Trent hadn't bothered to shave  for the photo shoot. A half smile, half smirk crossed his full lips. The  same lips I had fantasized about kissing when I was a little girl, when  I sat on my bedroom floor and practiced with my boy doll, Eugene.



I read the words below Trent's face and could not believe my eyes.  "Trenton Paine," it read in big bold letters. "The Overnight  Billionaire."



What. The. Hell.



Mom snatched the magazine and greedily flipped through the pages,  searching for information about her ex's sudden success. I watched the  stages of emotion work across her face, from shock to grief to outrage,  then back to shock as the realization set firmly in place that she had  thrown away her chance at vast riches.