Love Unbound

by Cassandra Dee

  “Fuck me, Evan! Oh God! Fuck me!” Her fingernails scraped my fingers through my sweater. “I feel so good. What are you doing to me?” She screamed and threw her head back, never losing that quick and sexy rhythm on my lap. Her tits were huge and juicy. I squeezed and rubbed the nipple that wasn’t in my mouth.

  Fuck, she tasted sweet. Like honey and molasses and everything good I wanted to lick up with my tongue and drink down until I was drunk from satisfaction.

  “Yeah, baby. That’s right, hop on this dick.” I gripped her thick ass and slammed up into her, growling deep when she met me halfway, just right. We slapped together. The sound of skin on skin and juices gushing and her screams of bliss.

  “Evan! I’m cumming!

  She didn’t even have to tell me. I could feel it in the tightening squeeze of her cunt around my rod, tighter than ever. And I was harder than before, twice the resting size of my already massive meat.

  “Fuck, Maggie! Fuck!”

  She squeezed her tight pussy around me and I pumped my load deep into her snatch, growling her name and sucking hard on her nipple. The cum went on and on, snatching pulse after pulse of pleasure from me. And I knew Maggie felt them too.

  “Oh, god, oh god…” She slumped against me, worn out. Her face was flushed and her eyes barely focused. “I never knew it was like this,” she said, her voice faint and awed. “Oh my god, Evan.” Then she passed out in my arms.

  Family Matters

  A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

  © 2018

  By Katie Ford

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  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Joshua Myers and Naomi Ryan are both trust fund babies. They grew up together, but never cared to get to know each other. Their families have always ensured that they live privileged lives, and now they’ve made an arrangement that shocks them both.

  Because Joshua and Naomi’s parents are insisting that the two of them get married. If they don’t agree to a union, they will be cut off from the family financially. Fearing losing the only way they’ve known how to live, Joshua and Naomi panic.

  Their parents have purchased a lovely beach house in the Hamptons. The intended betrothed must spend a week there together. Their parents hope that they will “get to know each other.”

  Joshua and Naomi don’t just learn things about each other’s lives and personalities. They learn something more: that the two individuals are remarkably compatible. Once they realize just how attracted to each other they are, they begin to wonder if that attraction could encompass other territory as well…

  Chapter 1

  Joshua at the Penthouse

  It was Saturday night, and I was doing what I usually did during the weekend: getting laid. New York never ran out of its share of beauties, and it wasn’t very hard to bring a girl home.

  Part of it was because the females lost it when they saw my penthouse. The place was a spectacular spread on Central Park West with an impressive view of emerald lawns below. Plus, there were the other things as well. My looks. The Ferrari in the garage. Even the giant chandelier that hung in my living room, crystals sparkling like stars.

  At the moment, a blonde waited for me on the couch, giggling with a glass of champagne in one hand. Clearly, she wasn’t in school to become a doctor, a dentist, or anything respectable. The girl was more of a stripper-type, with long extensions, bright blue contacts, and an obscenely short skirt. So of course, it didn’t take long before we were stealing kisses, and it took even less time to escalate into a make-out session.

  Our hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, hot and hungry. Her breasts felt magnificent, and her palms were quick to run down my shirt and squeeze the growing bulge I had in my pants.

  Things became even more crazy once she ripped off my shirt, revealing a broad, bronzed chest. In retaliation, I tore her dress to shreds, revealing a sexy bra without any panties. Oh yeah. This girl had gone out tonight to get some action, and I was more than happy to oblige.

  She leaned her head into the crotch of my pants, throwing off my belt and practically clawing at my trousers to remove the fabric. She wanted me bad, and I was growing harder watching her go crazy on me.

  Once we were both fully naked, her mouth found my dick fast. While she sucked on my cock like a hungry animal, I fondled her perky tits and pulled on her hair. I was growling, and she moaned a high-pitched squeak in return, writhing and mewling with ecstasy.

  As my shaft grew wetter with each second, the blonde kept me in her mouth. I could feel her growing moist as my fingers found her soft pussy lips. Every time my hand came even close to penetrating her, she would let out a gleeful moan. Oh yeah. I was driving the blonde crazy with barely an ounce of effort.

  I didn’t even bother carrying her little ass up to my bedroom. I lay back on the couch and pulled her on top of me, and she found her place in my lap. Like a whore, my dick slipped right up that slick channel with no resistance, the sweet thing riding me as fast and hard as she could.

  I smacked her ass and held onto her back to control the speed of her grinding. It was really hot. She was definitely used to taking hard dick.

  “You’re making me melt, baby,” the blonde panted in my ear.

  But I was close to finishing, and I didn’t want her to be in control of that. Even the best girls have been unable to finish me in the way that I want. So I pushed her off my lap, stood up, and bent the female over the couch. She stuck her ass up high, eager to be pounded.

  Good because there was no mercy. I fucked her hard, not stopping or slowing down, and fortunately, the blonde was soaked, easily able to accept my massive length. Plus, this girl was feisty; occasionally, she would try and take control, backing up into me to throw off my rhythm. Whenever she would go against my flow, I would grab a handful of her hair and bend her back down as far as she could go.

  It didn’t last long. Her moans and cries for more were all it took to send me over the edge. I came hard, pounding her faster than ever before, ensuring that she took every ounce of jism in my balls.

  But after we’d both had mindblowing orgasms, I didn’t fall into the trap of settling down on the couch and getting comfortable. I left her on the sofa, went to the bathroom, answered a few texts, and when I came back out, she was already putting her dress back on. I was grateful that I didn’t have to be the one to make the request.

  “This is such an amazing place,” she purred, taking in the penthouse. “You know, you never did give me that grand tour you promised.”

  “That’ll have to wait till next time,” I grunted dismissively, knowing full well there wasn’t going to be a next time. “I’m actually kind of beat. I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

  “Oh,” she said, disappointed. “Okay.”

  I didn’t like abruptly kicking girls out, but past experience told me that if I didn’t make it clear what my intentions from the get go, they wouldn’t leave. Conversation wasn’t really my thing because it always ruined a good time.

  I escorted her to the elevator, got her number—saving it under “Blonde Bar”—and watched the female go down faster than she’d gone down on me.

  A few minutes later at eight p.m., like clockwork, I got a phone call from my mom. I always had to answer because Nancy would keep calling until I picked up.

  I answered the cell. “Hey, Mom.”

  “Joshua, hi,” she buzzed. “I’m so sorry to be calling you this late, but I assumed you would be up and active like you usually are on the weekends.”

  You have no idea. “I know,” was my harrumph. “What’s up, Ma?”

  Nancy wasn’t even fazed at my abrupt tone.

  “Listen honey,” she said. “I was wondering if you were free to come by the house tomorrow afternoon?”

  “Umm,” I hedged.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want
to see my parents, but lately, anytime that I’d go back home, they would go down a list of criticisms. And ever since I turned thirty earlier, the list had only grown. My mom had been telling me to settle down for years, which was still something I had no interest in doing. My dad had been preaching something nonstop about “taking life more seriously.”

  Because Dad runs and owns a prominent recording studio in New York, which is how we became wealthy. I never had to go to college or get a job, and for years, my parents didn’t seem to mind me just living off my trust fund and promoting the studio to my rich friends. That’s work in a way, right?

  But now, my dad was ready to retire, and he’d been slowly training me to take over for him as CEO. It wasn’t something that I was ecstatic about, but I knew exactly how to do the job, so I wasn’t putting up much of a fight.

  “Are you not free tomorrow?” my mom asked.

  I sighed, bracing myself for a full day of criticism and scrutiny. “No, I can swing by tomorrow.”

  “Wonderful! Dress nice, and run a comb through your hair, please.”

  I scowled, which was okay since she couldn’t see.

  “Why, what’s up? What’s going on tomorrow?”

  “Just some family business,” she stated vaguely. “I think you’re going to like what your father and I have in mind.”

  “Um, okay.”

  “Don’t be like that, and don’t get defensive. Will you make sure you get here by two?”

  “Okay, Mom,” I grunted.

  “Give yourself time to drive,” she added. “You know how bad traffic gets on Sunday afternoons. Get some sleep, and we’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  I hung up. My stomach was immediately churning, wondering was in store for the next day.

  Chapter 2

  Naomi at the Myers’

  I was in the backseat of my parents’ Mercedes, looking out the window with disinterest.

  “How long are we going to be over there?” I asked my dad.

  “Naomi, I don’t know,” my dad replied.

  “Sweetheart, you haven’t been over to the Myers’ in years,” my mom told me. “There’s no reason to be upset.”

  True. But still, this was a valuable Saturday afternoon to lose, and I hated visiting my parents’ friends. Because my parents’ social circle is really weird. They’re all filthy rich, including my folks. Dad owns a broadcast corporation that basically owns a ton of radio networks all across the east coast. But I was never included in the family business, so I set my sights elsewhere.

  I got my Bachelor’s in journalism, holding down a steady job for almost a year. Unfortunately, the landscape of media broadcast has morphed into something I didn’t want to be a part of, and I gladly exited the field when layoffs came.

  Fortunately, my parents had set up a trust fund for me when I was in high school, so I was able to stay afloat while looking for something better. I wasn’t sure what direction I wanted to take, but I didn’t want it to have anything to do with the Myers family.

  Because my parents knew the Myers when they were in college, and they’ve been best friends ever since. It was strange for me to think that anyone could remain such good friends for over thirty years, but they’d found a way. And unfortunately, they always made time to go along for these social calls. When I was growing up, my parents would bring me along quite frequently, and I hated it.

  It wasn’t that I disliked them. I didn’t mind seeing Mr. and Mrs. Myers. In fact, I liked them.

  It was their son, Joshua Myers, I didn’t want to see.

  Growing up, our parents would try and arrange “play dates,” and they even tried to pair us up together in high school a couple of times. But from the day we met as kids, we both knew that we weren’t going to get along. Our personalities clashed constantly, and the older that we got, the less we wanted to see each other. But my parents didn’t get it, pushing us together again and again.

  It was bad. The man was arrogant, pigheaded, and always liked to try and give off macho vibes. I didn’t even like the idea that we were living in the same city limits, because that increased the chances that I might run into him out on the street.

  But now we were headed over to his parents’ house, and I was going to be under the same roof as him. Damnit. Why was this happening? I shot a look to the Heavens, pleading for an answer … but unfortunately, the gods weren’t answering.

  *

  Pulling up to the Myers’ estate, I’d forgotten how big their property was. Even though my parents owned a lot of land, I was still impressed. My dad parked the car, and before we could even get to the door, George and Nancy Myers were standing together, ready to greet us.

  After they hugged my parents, Nancy pulled me in for a hug. She always gave me the best hugs.

  “Naomi, it’s been far too long,” the middle-aged woman cooed.

  “I know,” I said, smiling. “Thank you for having us over.”

  “Of course!” George rumbled, pulling me in for a tight bear hug. “I didn’t think we’d ever see you again after you got your bachelor’s from NYU,” he winked.

  “Well, I’m here now,” was my reply.

  “We’ve got food and wine in the sitting room,” George chortled. “Brian, you need to come check out the renovations we made to the pool deck.”

  The parents walked through the doorway and moved straight toward the back of the house. I initially followed them, but stopped once I saw who was watching me from the stairs.

  I had to admit, Joshua looked better than I remembered. He had coal-black dark hair with subtle stubble, which only emphasized that square jaw. Josh was always in good shape, but he’d gotten even more muscular than the last time we saw each other, emphasizing that perfect physique.

  But right, this was Josh Myers and it was business as usual. He was wearing a smirk, those perfectly carved lips turned up at the edges. Plus, blue eyes gleamed, surveying my curvy form.

  I stopped by the stairs, waiting for him to come down to meet me.

  “Joshua,” was my low murmur.

  “Naomi,” he replied.

  We both had ice in our voices. I was tempted to ask him if he knew why our parents were so insistent on meeting, but there was no sense in getting into it. I just wanted to drink some wine, let our parents socialize, and then we could go back to ignoring each other.

  *

  If I’d known what was coming, I would have thought up some excuse instead of coming. But it was too late now.

  We were all lounging together in the sitting room, eating cheese and crackers and sipping wine. Our parents were engaged in conversation while Joshua and I stayed glued to our phones. Occasionally, those blue eyes would glance my way, but anytime I’d look back, his eyes would return to his phone.

  Eventually, our parents stopped talking.

  “Kids, could you put the phones down and give us your full attention?” Nancy asked.

  Grudgingly, we did as asked, still refusing to make eye contact with one another.

  George looked to my parents. “Brian? Heather?”

  Joshua and I looked to my parents.

  “Well, I didn’t prepare a speech or anything,” my dad rumbled, looking a little nervous. Nancy stepped in then.

  “I don’t mind leading the conversation,” said Josh’s mom in a chirp. “Feel free to jump in whenever prudent.”

  This was weird. What was happening? Evidently, my counterpart was just as confused.

  “Mom, what’s going on?” Joshua asked.

  “Well, we wanted you kids to be here with us today because there’s something important on the books,” she said with a confident smile. “We think both of you kids are absolutely terrific, just the best of the best.”

  What? Why all this praise? Joshua and I were both emitting palpable tension.

  Nancy continued.

  “Both of our families are—well, we don’t need to be modest, after all, it’s us—we’re on top of th
e world!” she laughed. “We’ve made impressive names for ourselves, not to mention built business empires.”

  “And Naomi,” my mom interjected at me. “With you still looking for work, and with Joshua about to take over for George, we’ve all been talking. This is going to be a great idea.”

  A sense of dread formed in the pit of my stomach.

  “What’s a great idea?” I asked anxiously.

  Nancy answered. “We’d like you and Joshua to be married within the next year.”

  Total silence for a moment before Joshua spit out his drink, a spray of amber liquid shooting out in droplets. I burst out laughing, unable to stop myself.

  “Yeah, okay,” I said through my giggles. “Are we being pranked?”

  “I wasn’t making a joke, dear,” Nancy admonished. “This is totally serious.”

  “We’d like for you and Joshua to be married by the end of next year,” my dad added. “It makes sense when you think about it, sweetheart.”

  My mouth was agape, and Joshua looked like he’d just been punched in the face.

  “What?!” he shouted.

  “There’s no need to raise your voice, son,” said Nancy calmly. “It’s a shock but you’ll see that it’s for the best.”

  “I think this is the perfect time to raise my voice,” the man growled.

  I looked to my parents, flabbergasted. “Mom? Dad?”

  My dad kept a robotic smile on his face, while my mom appeared conflicted. I looked around the room, lamenting that the only person that seemed like a normal human was Joshua.

  George responded for my parents.

  “Naomi, you’re a part of a prominent and wealthy family. Together, we could be a powerhouse if you and Joshua were married and having beautiful kids. Merging the company businesses and all that.”

  I was shocked, unable to process what I was hearing. I didn’t feel like any of this was real, half-suspecting that our parents were playing a joke on us since they surely knew how we’d felt about each other.

  “I don’t understand,” was my baffled murmur.

  “Honey,” my mom said to me. “Joshua is a terrific young man. You’ve known him for such a long—”