Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Finally he nods his head. “I can give you another chance,” he says and Michael smiles.

  The two shake hands. There’s a moment.

  Then Michael turns to me. He knows better than to take a step closer.

  “Jocelyn,” he says. “I’ve given Lance copies of everything I had on your father. He’s free and no longer ever has to worry.”

  I nod. It’s going to take time for me to trust Michael. But if Lance is willing to try, I can match.

  Michael says his goodbyes after a while and I turn to Lance. He grabs me in his arms, and the two of us walk to the floor to ceiling windows of One57. Of our new home.

  Our new life. Together.

  Just the way I want it.

  A Goodbye From Lance

  Jocelyn really wanted to be the person that got to say goodbye to you. But I got here first, and since it’s only really one of us that talks to you at a time, I guess this is my turn.

  But no, really, I wanted to tell you how fucking awesome I think you are for making it this far. Most novels are 40,000 to 50,000 words. If you’re reading this, babe, you’ve just digested 82,000 words of fucking story. Actually, wait, that’s pretty much what it was, wasn’t it? A story about fucking? Or a fucking story?

  Whatever, listen, this is all I came to tell you and I wanted to tell you a bit about the chick who wrote this because she doesn’t usually like doing things the normal way.

  So her name is Alexis Angel and she usually has all this shit she puts down about how she likes having fun and shit and whatever the fuck girls talk about they like to buy, and Jocelyn even gave me a list of things to say but I fucking forgot. It’s not my fault. Jocelyn got these black yoga pants from Lululemon and I was just staring at that ass. Wanted to fucking bury my face in those fucking cheeks. And slap that ass while I was rubbing my face in it. Got my cock so fucking hard I swear to God its a fucking wonder I’m even sitting here talking to you instead of fucking her right now. But I gotta do this first because Alexis took the fucking time to write about us that Jocelyn won’t forgive me if I forget.

  What am I even talking about? Oh, right. So, you can reach Alexis at alexis@naughtyangelpublishing.com if you want to email her about anything. She loves all the normal shit that girls do, but I sometimes think she’s a fucking dirty girl too at heart. I mean, she made us describe the sex we had in such fucking detail. Like, ‘where did you move your hand after that? How hard did you squeeze her nipple? What did it feel like when her tongue was at the tip of your cock? What about when it was on your shaft?’

  I swear, it’s like I should have fucking invited her with the two of us, she seems to know every fucking thing about our lives.

  Anyways, Alexis is on Facebook right now where she’s probably talking about me. You can friend her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754. But she’s also got a page where she took pictures of me and Jocelyn and put it on a cover. Her page is at: https://www.facebook.com/author.alexisangel/.

  Ok, so that’s everything right? I forgot her fucking Twitter and shit, and seriously, Jocelyn can’t expect me to remember everything when she’s shaking her ass like that in my face. I swear to God.

  I think I’m going to go fuck her now. It’s been a couple of hours and I’m fucking horny. Oh, you haven’t read about our wedding in Europe, have you? If you want to read about how we started, or the shit that you didn’t get to see - and trust me, you’ve seen more into my fucking life than me at this point, I think - then you can do all that by signing up for the Naughty Angels Newsletter, here.

  But seriously, do whatever you got to do, just know that it was fucking good having you. And I’m serious, if you had met me before Jocelyn, or if you ask Alexis really nicely, I will totally come over and fuck you. Yeah, you fucking read that right. I’ll come over and rub my 12-inch cock all over your tits before I suck on them and make you fucking sigh. Then I’ll eat your pussy till you fucking squeal. Then I’ll stick my cock inside of you till you pass the fuck out.

  You just gotta either be part of her Naughty Angels or ask her on Facebook. Don’t believe me? You already saw my ass on the Prequel, didn’t you?

  See you around.

  Another Goodbye From Alexis

  Hey babes!

  Amazon has a problem with Page Flip. If you’re hitting the end of this book, and it asks you to go back to the first page, then PLEASE DON’T. If you’re reading on Kindle Unlimited, none of the pages will get counted as a read.

  Even if it’s asking you to go to the beginning and review, please close the book at the page you end at after the story - there is a bonus book after this - and then review if you need to.

  The Page Flip issue seriously kills page reads for me, so I’m thanking you in advance!

  Love!

  Victoria xoxoxox

  Another Note From The Author

  Ok, so that was Scandalous!

  It’s dirty - and it’s what really got me going in the author game. Like when Lance is like “You like the way I fuck you? Does Dad fuck you like that?” I just got shivers up my spine.

  It’s not for everyone, but with so much older man and younger woman stuff going around I wanted to do a younger man and older woman.

  Ok, so the following Thank You Content has never been included before!

  Man Chaser - first time to be included on Thank You Content. Nothing more to say except enjoy!

  I’ve attached a Mona Cox book - Fiona Vs. Football Player.

  An added treat. After leaving Magnus and Penny, I attached a short story of Penny and Magnus set past the epilogue. Almost extended epilogue, but can be read as short story too!

  And finally a preview of a Mona Cox, Becca Vs. Biker.

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis

  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 ***

  106

  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 fuck
ing 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.

  You will fucking cum.

  You’ll cum so fucking hard you’ll probably black out. You’ll be in a fucking sex haze for days. You won’t walk straight. You’ll have a deliciously sweet and good feeling of soreness that’ll make you wet just thinking about why you’re sore. You’ll lose track of fucking time. You’ll be pushed into paradise. You’ll be in orbit.

  Because you’ll never have had, or will have, another fuck like the one I’ll give you. I fucking promise you that.

  The thing is, I’ll have told you beforehand that while we fuck, you’re going to have to remember what I do to you—because afterwards, I’ll be out. Like a thief in the night. Sure, we’ll part ways amicably. But I’ll tell you this before I even fucking touch you. You’ll be so desperate to get your hands on me you won’t even care at that point. You’ll say yes to anything. Fuck, you won’t even realize till you wait by the phone the next day, wondering dreamily of when I’m going to call you only to realize that I’m not.

  And that’s when you’re gonna start getting clingy. That’s when you’re going to find out that we had fun, and we had some good fucking memories, but all of a sudden you want more.

  You want not just the body, but the fucking soul of Ethan Kane. You want me waking up next to you in the morning. You want to go for walks along the beach with me. You want to move into my multi-million dollar One57 penthouse in the skies of New York City. You want the billionaire bad boy. But you want him all for yourself. Fucking tamed.

  Not gonna fucking happen in this lifetime, babe. Sorry. But I will have already told you that. I’ll have given you my entire vision. Its not my fault you were too fucking horny, dripping wet and ready to fuck, to pay attention.

  “Oh Daddy, fuck me harder,” Carla moans, and I fucking oblige her. She’s not the cutest, but she’s got the face of a porn star, that’s for sure. She’s got a nice ass, and some solid tits. Definitely good for an afternoon fuck. Let’s put it like this, I got her bent over and she’s moaning my name, calling out to God in various languages as her pussy is contracting around my cock. I can tell she’s cumming and that she’s cumming hard. I can feel her body go limp, and I reach my hands over to hold her in place as I put in my last couple of thrusts.

  Fuck, this is going to be a lot of fucking cum. I can tell already. Not for anything that Carla’s doing. But because my balls are the size of fucking tennis balls. I haven’t jerked off all fucking day.

  “Argh!” I roar savagely as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm build up. My nuts tighten up and a jolt of electricity is shooting from my cock all the way up my spine.

  I pull out and rip the condom off in one smooth flourish. You can barely even see it and that’s the fucking point. I turn Carla over with one arm and she turns willingly, a hungry look in her eye as she sinks down to her knees in front of my cock.

  That’s right baby. Just like that. Come to fucking Daddy.

  Carla looks at me with eyes clouded by lust and opens her mouth wide. She sticks out her tongue and I can’t control myself anymore. Just the wild abandon in this woman. The sheer depravity of the situation is too much for me. Just how fucking wrong it is. So fucking taboo. So fucking delicious.

  I exhale and grunt as I fucking cum.

  Shivers of pleasure wrack my body as thick, white ropes of cum shoot out. It hits her face and chin before she repositions herself and gets the remaining shots directly on her tongue and mouth.

  I groan lewdly as she brings her mouth over and wraps her lips around my head, giving me a final couple of sucks.

  My eyes roll back.

  And that's when I hear it.

  “Cut!” the sharp call of the director.

  I open my eyes.

  Carla is on her feet. She looks to me as she wipes her mouth with a towel. “That was fantastic, Ethan,” she says to me. “Only, I wish we had a chance to do it in private.”

  I shrug. What can I say? I’m a busy fucking guy, and no way I’m going to make special time for an employee.

  “Good luck with the rest of your shoots today, babe,” I tell her, and she smiles at me as I turn away.

  Yeah, I know, you don’t need to tell me that she’s still looking. She’s staring at my naked ass. Wondering if there’s anything she can say.

  “Ethan?” she calls out. Told you.

  I turn around.

  “You think that maybe….” Carla trails off because right at that moment my assistant, Cheryl walks up to me. I’m putting on my boxer briefs. But Cheryl doesn’t care. She’s seen everything already. And fuck you, no, I’ve never fucked her. But she’s been there for me since I was a kid.

  Before I inherited all this. Before Illicit Entertainment was a globe girdling media company.

  “I see you still insist on doing these movies, Ethan,” Cheryl says in an exasperated voice as she barely pays Carla any mind. Carla stands around for another minute, but decides that being naked at this point in time as everyone moves around her is just silly.

  “You didn’t get the head shots, right?” I ask Cheryl.

  She shakes her head. “No, everything was caught from the neck down,” she confirms. “It’s ready for beta testing on the product. We can head to the developer meeting right after this.”

  Cheryl turns and starts walking to the door. She expects me to follow.

  Oh right. The product. Haven’t told you what that is, babe. But trust me, you’re going to love it.
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  But before you head on in, let me just give you a fucking warning, okay?

  You’ve seen what my fucking monster cock can do.

  There’s a lot more fucking coming up. Seriously, either take your panties off now, or get ready for them to get drenched. And I’m talking wet enough that there’s no passing it off.

  Make sure you’re by yourself. Get the fucking batteries ready. Get the fan. Fuck. Do whatever.

  Because you’re about to go for a ride that’s gonna fucking rock your whole world.

  Just don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you, babe.

  I turn around and slip my shirt on and follow Cheryl out of the studio.

  107

  Brittney

  I check my face in my compact mirror one last time and get out of the car. I get a few looks from the people on the street—a door to a limo usually has the driver opening it, but no way I’m going to waste Walter’s time doing that right now. He absolutely has places to be and he needs to go focus on that. Besides, I’m a big girl. I’ve been a big girl for a while now.

  I tug the sash around my trench coat and hold my head up. This is going to be easy. This is going to be fun.

  My heels click and clack on the shiny marble floor as I walk into the global headquarters of Carter Jeffries—the storied investment bank. It’s located in midtown Manhattan, on 52nd and Park Avenue. I head straight to the security desk and look the overworked schmo in the eye.

  “Brittney Roman to see Carl Ketchum,” I tell the security guard. I don’t pay any attention to the guy. I need to let him think that I think I’m too good for him. That I’m too busy looking at my phone, looking at my nails, doing anything.