The F*ck Book: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “You’ll be ours forever,” finished Cain.

  I couldn’t answer, my smile my only reply, holding out my arms to the two big men.

  And they descended on me then, their forms massive, hungry, like lions who hadn’t fed for a year. My steps were all over me, too hungry to hold back, touching my cunny, swiping left and right, drenching themselves in my juices.

  “Karlie,” they rasped, their voices hoarse. “Don’t ever leave us again.”

  “I won’t,” I promised, “Never.”

  And they kissed me all over, tearing my clothes off in their haste, eager for the sweet release that only I could grant. As for me, I almost cried when I saw those donkey dongs again, the twin poles pulsing with unquenchable power, cum already dripping down to seed me once again, plow those fertile fields with the juice of life.

  “Please,” I gasped as they bent me over. “Now, now, now.”

  And the warriors answered. Colt pushed into me from behind, his dong literally lifting me up in the air, my cunny jolted up with the massive size, squeezing him, clenching with pleasure.

  At the same time, Cain pushed into my mouth, that hot length so tasty, so needed, so delicious that I moaned my ecstasy, stretched tight both ways. I loved it all. I loved the double-stuff, realized I needed it, always, forever, it completed me, made me a whole woman.

  With cries of release, the three of us orgasmed, man cream spilling everywhere as I juiced them, my mouth and cunny like motorized pumps, squeezing them of everything they had, taking DNA like it was ambrosia of the gods.

  And that’s how we came to be where we are today. Maddy was born, both daddies in the hospital room when she gave her first cry, her thatch of black hair and blue eyes just like Colt and Cain.

  Remarkably, things fell into place after that, almost like magic. We live together now, the three of us with our daughter, in off-campus housing, a small house with a garden. Maddy’s in university daycare as I speed through my degree. State’s got an awesome fine arts program and I’m thoroughly enjoying being a full-time student in addition to my duties as mom.

  But best of all, everything worked out because our little family is going strong, despite everything that’s happened. The hubbub was horrendous at first when news of our relationship came to light. My brothers wouldn’t say much, their faces tight each night after practice, but I knew that coaches, trainers, recruiters, everyone was telling them how wrong it was, trying to convince them to ditch me by the wayside.

  But Colt and Cain wouldn’t. And after a while, the hullaballoo died down, most people forgetting that we were steps to begin with. So we spend our days together now, an idyllic reverie of studying, practice, lovemaking, homework, classes and more lovemaking.

  Plus, Colt and Cain have promised to sign with the same team, no matter how high the offers are, no matter how many zeroes are on the contracts. We’ll be together as they pursue pro football careers … and beyond.

  “Karlie, always,” said Cain, his eyes direct, taking my hand in his. I still remember the roller-coaster feeling, the dizzying love I felt as my brothers spoke their commitment.

  “Forever,” pledged Colt, taking my other hand. And he slid a giant diamond onto my finger, a sign of their emotions, their bodies, their everything.

  So what can a girl do? I nodded happily as I smiled, thinking of everything that had gone down. There had been good and bad, but my feeling of contentment overrode the scary times, the turbulent waters. Because you know what? It was okay. I no longer danced at the Donkey, but life was so much more now. I had my steps … my very own Double Donkeys.

  THE END

  DOUBLE HUGE

  A Twin Stepbrother Romance

  (Erotic Romance, PI, Ménage, Double Vaginal)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

  A SNEAK PEEK

  I felt like I owed them, these generous, giving men.

  “Saxon, Stryke,” I whispered. “I want to do something for you.”

  “Hmm?” asked Stryke, distracted. He was stroking my breast, watching with fascination as my nips hardened under my t-shirt, listening with only one ear.

  “I want to do a double vaginal penetration,” I whispered shyly. “Both of you in my pussy at once.”

  That got their attention, blue eyes snapping towards me.

  “Melanie, are you sure?”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Melanie

  I looked at the tuition bill in shock. Forty-six thousand dollars for one measly year of school? I couldn’t believe it … and I couldn’t afford it.

  I know I’m lucky in a way. I attend Trinity University, an elite private school in Virginia that has strong academics, an amazing athletic program, and a storied past combining the best of Southern tradition with Northern innovation and learning. It’s not that we’re Confederate flag-toting rednecks or anything, but a lot of kids here have famous last names, and in Virginia, a last name still means something.

  Unfortunately I don’t have a prominent last name and forty-six thousand in tuition was pretty much impossible. My mom divorced my dad when I was just a baby and we never saw that loser again. She scrimped and saved to raise me and did a good job, truth be told. Mom’s a pediatric nurse at the local hospital and she always made sure I had an excellent education and lots of extracurriculars. As a child, I never felt like we needed money.

  A couple months ago, Mom married Sam Jones, a doctor at the hospital she works at. I guess they’d been co-workers for years, and had finally decided to come clean with the romance.

  “Melly, aren’t you happy for me?” she asked.

  “I am, Mom, I am,” I reassured her, my smile genuine and unforced. And I was happy for her. Years of working night shifts had prematurely aged my mom, and there were creases and lines around her eyes and mouth that deepened every year. Plus, she labored so hard that I hoped the marriage would give her a sense of security and happiness, lifting her spirits and letting her enjoy life a little more.

  And Dr. Jones (I mean Sam) was nice. He was an older guy, divorced with two kids of his own around my age. I’d only met Saxon and Stryke once before, when they were in town visiting. Usually, they lived in California with their mom so our parents had organized a special dinner for us to get acquainted before the wedding.

  I still remembered it … unfortunately. My mom had forced me to wear a skirt she bought which was way too short. Most moms are trying to make sure their daughters aren’t dressing like whores, but mine’s the opposite. Noreen thinks I need to be more lively, maybe get out more, so she’d bought this little pink number which would have been cute had it not ended right below my butt cheeks.

  We’d shown up at the restaurant, and I was already self-conscious, trying to pull my skirt down, the wind drafty and cool between my inner thighs. God, this was awkward. But my feeling of impending disaster deepened when I actually met Saxon and Stryke.

  They’d stood up with their dad when we arrived, and looked nothing like their father. Whereas Dr. Jones was average, a nerdy-looking guy, Saxon and Stryke were twin gods. Charcoal black hair, so dark that it absorbed light, plus penetrating blue eyes set in masculine faces, their features rugged and handsome. We’d shaken hands awkwardly, their eyes deceptively neutral although I’d felt the boys skim my body the moment we approached the table.

  “So Saxon, Stryke,” said my mom at lunch. “Where are you guys headed after graduation?” Evidently, they were seniors as well, at some prep school in LA.

  “We’ll probably go to USC or UCLA,” rumbled Stryke, his blue eyes clear and sharp. “We’re really into movie-making and both schools have great film programs.”

  “Oh right,” said my mom, “Didn’t George Lucas go to USC?”

  “Yep,” rumbled Saxon, “as did Ron Howard, Judd Apatow, and a slew of famous directors and producers,” he said.

  I’d been too shy to add much to the conversation, but in a small voice, I said, “Peter Rainier went to USC.”

  Both of my soon-
to-be brothers turned to look at me.

  “I’m sorry, who?” said Saxon smoothly.

  It was hard to concentrate, having two pairs of intense blue beams focused on me, the twins so handsome, large and imposing in their suits. But I continued.

  “Peter Rainier’s a movie critic,” I said. “I read his reviews in Rolling Stone all the time, and I think cultural critics really add a lot to film,” I added hesitantly. “I mean, who doesn’t check IMDb or Rotten Tomatoes before buying a movie ticket now?”

  I smiled at my brothers as they nodded thoughtfully.

  “Yeah, that’s true,” said Saxon. “Why, are you thinking about being a movie critic?”

  “Oh no,” I blushed furiously. “I’d love to do something related to writing, maybe editing or fact-checking, but I’m too low-key to be the actual star of the show.”

  Both my brothers nodded slowly, eyeing me with renewed respect.

  “Well if you’re into editing, you might want to check out Cinaeaste or Modern Review,” suggested Stryke. “Both are trade pubs and have a lot of helpful articles about breaking in as an editorial assistant.”

  Hmmm, so my brothers weren’t just gorgeous, they had brains too. They were headed off into Hollywood, a notoriously competitive arena, but weren’t going to try and cash in on their good looks. Instead, it seemed they more interested in writing / producing / directing, and had already begun to research the industry. Very interesting.

  And the rest of the lunch went really well, typical boring chit chat getting-to-know-you type stuff, until the very end. We got up to go, my mom leaning over to give Dr. Jones a kiss goodbye, when Saxon turned to me.

  “By the way Melanie,” he murmured. “Your skirt’s tucked into your panties.”

  I looked down. Oh my god! When I’d come back from the bathroom, I must not have pulled my skirt down all the way, and now the flimsy pink material was tucked into my little g-string, revealing my bare ass cheeks, the strip of lace covering absolutely zero. Even more embarrassing, that lace was darkened with moisture, testament to my heightened arousal around these gorgeous men. Flushed, I hurriedly pulled the material down, trying to cover as much skin as possible.

  “Try to wear a longer skirt next time, hmm?” mused Saxon, eyeing me suggestively.

  And before I’d even realized what had happened, Stryke swiped a big palm across my ass, my skin burning as he touched me, that large hand warm and hard. Oh my god, wtf? Had my new brother just copped a feel in the middle of a restaurant? Stryke’s face was expressionless, calmly neutral, although there was a gleam in his eye.

  And just when I was about to believe it was my imagination, Saxon reached between my legs, and lightly tapped the moistness at the crotch of my panties.

  “Oh!” I gasped. I wanted to be outraged, scandalized at their bold moves. But it had felt so good, those warm fingers brushing against my secret space, niggling my clit for just a minute before touching my wetness.

  And Saxon brought his hand to his lips for a second, tasting a bit, sniffing, before smiling at me.

  “Aromatic and sweet, just the way we like it,” he murmured appreciatively.

  I was now absolutely floored, but fortunately saved by my mom’s clucking.

  “Boys, it was so nice meeting you, and we’ll see you at the wedding okay?” chirped Noreen. “I’m glad we finally got to get together,” she smiled. Oh my god, what would my mom do if she knew that my stepbrothers had just fondled me intimately, testing my pussy and behind? Would the wedding still be on?

  But I decided not to find out. I was headed to college on the East Coast and my brothers would be on the West. So I smiled politely, my eyes large and my cunny wet, murmuring goodbye to my new steps, relieved yet tantalized at the scandalous meeting.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Melanie

  Mom and Sam got married in a small ceremony at the hospital chapel. It was really sweet, just the four of us, my mom, my new dad, the pastor, and me as the witness. I have to admit – I was kind of relieved that Saxon and Stryke hadn’t been able to make it. It was finals week at their high school, and their mom wouldn’t let them take any time off from studying. Guess there was no love lost between Sam and his ex-wife.

  The wedding was sweet, simple and straightforward. My mom and stepdad hadn’t wanted a huge shindig because it was the second marriage for both, so low key and low profile were the way to go. And my mom’s quality of life was about to improve – I was finally off to college and Noreen was free to enjoy her golden years with her new husband.

  But unexpectedly, I got a call from Mom in the middle of the day, when she normally would have been at work.

  “Melly, Sam’s been called to Afghanistan,” Noreen sobbed.

  “What?” I gasped. How was this possible? Sam was a doctor, and sure, they needed doctors in Afghanistan, but he was at least fifty. Did they ship men in their later years off to war zones? How had they gotten his name and number anyways?

  My mom sighed.

  “Sam’s been in the Army reserves ever since he finished active duty,” she said. “Active duty was thirty years ago, but you know how he’s so patriotic, always diligently showing up for those weekend drills. Well, I guess the government paid attention and now he’s been called up,” she said sadly.

  “Don’t worry Mom, I’m sure it’s going to be fine,” I reassured her. “Sam will be behind the lines, probably restricted to the green zone.”

  “I’m not sure,” replied my mom tearfully. “I hear medics go out into Kabul with the troops, and you know how Sam is. He’d volunteer for the front line just to make sure his brothers are safe.”

  It was probably true and there was nothing good that could come of this, so I just made soothing noises.

  “Don’t worry Ma, everything’s going to be alright, just hold tight. How long is his deployment?” I asked.

  “A year,” she cried. “And we just got married!”

  “That’s no time at all,” I soothed again. “The United States isn’t going to make you into a widow so fast,” I said. Oops, major boo-boo because my mom wailed even louder.

  But I hastened to correct my mistake, smoothing things over.

  “You’re going to be alright, okay Ma? Just go to the hospital as usual, and everything’s gonna be fine. The kids at work love you, don’t let them down just because of this.”

  She sobbed a bit more and sniffled, but calmed a bit.

  “Thanks Melly. You take care too, okay? How is school? Are the people at Trinity nice? How are they treating you?” she asked.

  “It’s great, the people are great,” I reassured her. And the truth was Trinity was pretty awesome … except for the tuition bill sitting on top of my dresser. I wanted to talk to her about next year’s fees but now didn’t seem like the time.

  “Well honey, we love you but try to save a little during the coming year okay? Sam’s going to be paid an Army wage, which is almost nothing, and you know how little I make as a nurse. So be frugal okay, baby? Is there any way you could get a part-time job?”

  I could almost hear a big steel door clanging shut on my dreams but I kept my voice steady for the sake of my mom.

  “Sure, I can find a job, Ma,” I said. “Let me just go to the Student Learning Center and take a peek, they have a job board over there. Don’t worry about a thing,” I promised.

  “Thanks baby,” she sniffled. “Hang in there, okay? And you’re coming home in two weeks, right?”

  Oh shit. That’s right, I’d promised to come home to spend some quality time with her, my first visit home since starting freshman year.

  “Yep, that’s right Ma, I’m going to drive up, so see you then!” I said with fake cheeriness. I hung up on a high note, but my chest felt tight, and a cloud of panic was descending on my brain. Not only was my stepdad going to war, but I had no way of paying next semester’s tuition. What was I going to do?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Melanie

  The crowds were raucous and noi
sy from behind the velvet curtain. I twisted the tie on my g-string and fidgeted uncertainly. This idea didn’t seem so good anymore.

  I’d been sitting dumbly in my dorm room, staring at the tuition bill again when my roommate Lauren came back from class, dumping her backpack onto the bed.

  “Hey Melly, what’s up?” she’d asked carelessly, tossing her jacket onto the bed. It was one of the distressed denim ones, the kind that looks beat-up but was actually really expensive.

  We’d gotten to be friends over the couple weeks we’d been living together, and I felt comfortable enough to confide.

  “Did you get your tuition bill yet?” I asked.

  “Oh yeah, that thing,” said Lauren, squinching up her nose. “It was fucking unbelievable right? Forty-six thousand? It’s fucking grand larceny, and that didn’t even include extra fees and housing,” she said.

  I shook my head slowly, feeling defeated.

  “It’s just that … honestly, I don’t know if I’m still going to be here,” I confessed. “My stepdad just got called up to Afghanistan, so he’s getting military pay now, and my mom doesn’t have the cash to make up the shortfall,” I said quietly. “I mean, I love Trinity, but my family can’t afford for me to be here, not really.”

  Lauren was silent for a bit. I could understand her awkwardness. As a rich girl, it was probably the first time she was putting herself in someone else’s shoes, and she probably didn’t know what to say. But Lauren surprised me.

  “Mel, you know I’m not from a wealthy family, right?” said Lauren slowly. “I mean, I have expensive shit and stuff, but I pay for it myself. I don’t have a Daddy Warbucks. In fact, I’m footing the bill here at Trinity on my own.”

  My mouth fell open. Really? Unless she had some kind of trust fund, I didn’t see how any eighteen year-old could afford this school.