by Alexis Angel
Table of Contents
Epilogue - Ashley
Epilogue
Epilogue
Description
Also by Alexis Angel
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis
Another Word From Alexis
Parker
New York Daily Journal
Amy
About the Author
A Note From The Author
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
Arsen
Ashley
Red & Blue: A Dark MFM Romance
Liam
Carter
Vivian
Ashley Vs. Boss
Apollo
D.I.L.F. : The Parker and Amy Story Even Happier Ever After
Alicia Vs. Billionaire - Preview
Alicia - Preview
DILF
A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance
Alexis Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
Contents
Description
Also by Alexis Angel
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis
Another Word From Alexis
1. Parker
2. New York Daily Journal
3. Amy
4. Parker
5. Amy
6. Parker
7. Amy
8. Parker
9. Amy
10. New York Daily Journal
11. Parker
12. Amy
13. Amy
14. New York Daily Journal
15. Parker
16. Amy
17. Amy
18. Parker
19. Amy
20. Amy
21. Amy
22. Parker
23. Amy
24. New York Daily Journal
25. Parker
26. Amy
27. Amy
28. Amy
29. New York Daily Journal
30. Parker
31. Parker
32. Amy
33. Parker
34. Amy
35. New York Daily Journal
36. Amy
About the Author
A Note From The Author
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
37. Arsen
38. Ashley
39. Ashley
40. Arsen
41. Ashley
42. Arsen
43. Ashley
44. Arsen
45. Ashley
46. Arsen
47. Ashley
48. Arsen
49. Ashley
50. Arsen
51. Ashley
52. Arsen
53. Ashley
54. Arsen
55. Ashley
56. Arsen
57. Ashley
58. Arsen
59. Ashley
60. Arsen
61. Ashley
62. Arsen
63. Ashley
64. Epilogue - Ashley
Red & Blue: A Dark MFM Romance
65. Liam
66. New York Daily Journal
67. Carter
68. Vivian
69. Vivian
70. Liam
71. Vivian
72. New York Daily Journal
73. Carter
74. Vivian
75. Vivian
76. New York Daily Journal
77. Liam
78. Carter
79. Liam
80. Vivian
81. New York Daily Journal
82. Carter
83. Liam
84. Vivian
85. New York Daily Journal
86. Carter
87. Liam
88. Vivian
89. New York Daily Journal
90. Carter
91. Liam
92. Vivian
93. New York Daily Journal
94. Vivian
95. Carter
96. Liam
97. Vivian
98. New York Daily Journal
99. Vivian
100. Epilogue
101. Liam
Also by Alexis Angel
Ashley Vs. Boss
102. Ashley
103. Apollo
104. Ashley
105. Apollo
106. Ashley
107. Apollo
108. Ashley
109. Apollo
110. Ashley
111. Apollo
112. Ashley
113. Apollo
114. Ashley
115. Apollo
116. Ashley
117. Apollo
118. Ashley
119. Apollo
120. Ashley
121. Epilogue
122. D.I.L.F. : The Parker and Amy Story Even Happier Ever After
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123. Alicia - Preview
Also by Alexis Angel
DILF
A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Description
*I’m definitely a Daddy You’d Love To…*
Wait.
Don’t say it. Because once you say it, you won’t be able to stop thinking about it.
You won’t be able to stop thinking about my soulful, bedroom eyes.
You’ll get desperate to feel my ripped body with my 8 pack abs and defined chest pressed against you.
And once you f*ck my foot long lust muscle…let’s just say that you’ll be mine.
Forever.
So when my enemies send a temptress my way to steer me off course, they gotta know how it’s gonna end.
How after one night with me I’m gonna end up owning her - body and soul.
You think I’ll go easy on her and let her win because she’s my stepdaughter?
If anything, that just makes me harder.
And trust me...if you like me when I'm calm like now, you’re gonna love me when I’m all hard inside of you, darlin’.
**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance but please note she’s not responsible for the laundry bill if you soak your panties! No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF and MFMM. HEA? You know it, babe**
This book is dedicated to all my author friends who put up with my Wall Street ways. They know who they are.
Also by Alexis Angel
Wicked Lil’ Brat
Man Chaser
Red & Blue
Scandalous
Client 5
Jailbait
Python
12 Inches
Co-Writing As Abby Angel
Men of the House
Woman of the House
Co-Writing As Dark Angel
The Virgin Market
Co-Writing As Mona Cox
Alicia Vs. Billionaire
Ashley Vs. Boss
Natalie Vs. Prince
Christine Vs. Professor
Kim Vs. Stepbrother
Lisa Vs. Outlaw
Carla Vs. Cowboy
Fiona Vs. Football Player
Becca Vs. Biker
Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero
Rory Vs. Rocksta
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Alexis
A Note From Alexis
Well hello there, ladies!
Let me first begin by introducing myself. My name is Alexis Angel. I write steamy contemporary romance. Steamy is another word, I guess, for dirty. And dirty is another word for fun! In fact, the dirtier the better because at heart I’m just a bad girl looking to have some fun.
Having fun is why I do this. And, I’m just having fun in the next few hundred pages, doing what I do with a wink and a nod. It’s supposed to bring out some emotions and give you a chance to forget about your cares for a little bit. That’s all I’m looking to do.
Some people want realism in their books. I say reality is too depressing. So you might see certain things as over the top or ridiculous in terms of never being realistically possible. Yeah, I agree. You’re coming into the world of Alexis by turning the page. Into a world where you have twin stepbrother quarterbacks with 12 inch …uhmm…appendages… that fall in love with their stepsister, where you have dragons who shift into billionaire BDSM rock stars, and so on. Anyways, I think reality should take a second place to fun.
So I just wanted to say that, in case you know, you were hoping for like super real. The men and women in the pages below represent the best, and worst, of all of us as a collective whole. This is all about leaving your cares for the world behind, as we hold hands, and just for a little while go on a journey that makes us smile. And hopefully a lil’ wetter than before.
Kisses!
Alexis xoxox
Another Word 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!
Alexis xoxoxox
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Parker
"How bad do you want this?" I ask the three women crowded around me. They're on their knees, purring, and pawing, and pulling on my fucking belt buckle.
I sit back in the leather booth, both arms behind my head, and smile.
This is the fucking life, isn't it?
I'm enjoying an evening at Happy Endings exotic nightclub. The place isn't half bad—one of the better Midtown strip clubs.
The brunette with the smoldering eyes—Vicki I think her stage name is?—is sliding my belt from its buckle with one hand and dragging her other hand up my thigh, slowly raking her red nails against the fabric.
The other two women are jostling for a piece of the action too, and who the fuck wouldn't?
Look at me—8-pack abs, a cock bigger than your imagination can handle, the chiseled physique of a Greek god, eyes bluer than a hot bolt of lightning. What else could you possibly want? If you were in this room right now, I guarantee you'd be staring at my cock, touching yourself, and …
Oh, come on; don't give me that look. Don't be shy. You can stare; I don't fucking mind.
It's not everyday that you're gonna see a cock like this one. Don't shake your head. You know it's true, Gorgeous.
And don't you see how these three women are practically begging for a fucking taste of me?
I hear the metallic trill of my zipper as both of the blondes pull it down. My cock is fucking harder than a tree trunk, and they both give a shriek as its full 12 inches pop out of my boxer briefs and slap them in the face.
Vicki pushes her way in, opens her mouth, and eagerly wraps her lips around my cock. She pushes all 12 inches down her throat.
Impressive, I think to myself.
"Someone's hungry," I smile.
She then pulls back, and I hear my cock pop out of her mouth with a single, wet sound. The other two women seize the opportunity and lean in, and they twirl their tongues around my tip. Then one woman grabs my cock, and the way her hand looks so small wrapped around it makes me even fucking harder, if you can believe that. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, and wraps her lips around my now throbbing cock. She presses it down against her tongue, moving slowly, allowing her lips to roll over my entire length, inch by fucking inch until it presses against the back of her throat. I throw my head back with the fucking perfection of it all.
"Fuck, that's it," I groan, resting both of my hands on top of her head. I grab her hair in one fist and move my hips, guiding the motions of my cock in and out of her mouth. Vicki reaches in and tugs on my balls, rolling them between her capable, expert fingers.
"Oh yeah, fuck that's good," I whisper. All three of them look up at me, and smile.
If you can think of anything better than having these three women worshiping my manhood, let me know. Because right now? Nothing fucking beats it.
Sure, I was married once, but all that woman just wanted was to weasel her way into the Governor's office.
That was seven years ago.
Big mistake.
But I've moved on and I'm better for it.
I learned a valuable lesson: always diversify. Translation: Multiple women are better than one.
"I want a taste," the other blonde purrs, leaning in and eyeing me hungrily.
"There's plenty to go around, ladies," I say, a grin growing on my lips.
Sure, as mayor of New York City, I do my fair share of fucking ribbon-cutting ceremonies, I shake hands, and I smile at babies, and I've even made appearances at weddings, but let me just say that I'm known as Parker "Pleasure" Trask for a fucking reason.
You know what I mean?
All three women are moving fast now, each one taking turns on my cock and I decide to change things up. I stand up and bend Vicki over the huge, shiny black table. We're on the top floor of the club, overlooking the stages and poles, and I fucking smile. I love New York City.
This is my city. The city of my fucking wealth.
I look down at Vicki and lift her skirt up, slapping her ass. It's firm and I grab a handful of one ass cheek in my hand. I have enough money to bounce $100 bills off her ass all day long. I can make it fucking rain for hours.
Don't believe me?
I've made an excess of a billion dollars on Wall Street, first working for Carter Jeffries, and then doing some currency trades. I still have a currency trading operation, Trask Phillips—a fucking power broker on Wall Street.
“I want you to fuck me hard," Vicki moans, looking back at me. I grin and grab her hips in one hand, and with the other, I yank her thong down.
Then I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Oh, I'll do it … but be careful what you wish for."
I push a finger inside of her pussy, sliding it in all the way.
"You’re so fucking wet, and I love it," I grin.
With a forceful thrust, I push my cock into Vicki and watch as she grips the table top with both of her hands. She's moaning and the two blondes get down on their knees behind me, dragging their hands up my thighs and grabbing my balls.
Yes, being Mayor of this city is a hell of a lot of fucking fun.
And I'm not just talking about fucking these women.
I've cleaned this city up, after the Anders administration. Unemployment is at 2%.
Crime is at all-time low.
People are making more fucking money than they have in years.
I fucking love seeing
this city firing on all cylinders. And that's a direct result of my hard work.
Courts, transportation, EMS, urban planning, IT, public facilities, infrastructure, speaking with lawyers on legal issues, zoning and land use, finances, libraries, and even parking lots—you fucking name it and I've had my hands in it. Impressive list, isn't it?
And email—fuck let's not even talk about that. I spend hundreds of hours answering tens of thousands of fucking emails, communicating with the public, with my staff, with governments, and utilities, and on, and on.
You get the fucking picture.
Are you wondering how one person could possibly handle all of that?
Well, this job isn't for the weak-minded.
It takes a lot of fucking guts and determination.
And the bottom line is, I've changed the way the government interacts with people and their lives. And the city is thriving because of it.
But what now? What's my next big move?
A lot of high political jobs require that I have a fucking wife and kids.
But as I look down at Vicki, and at the other two women, their perfect tits and asses, and eager, open mouths … well, let's just say I'm in no fucking hurry to get married.
Been there, done that.
I'll take the foursome any day.
Vicki let's out a loud moan and I start working her pussy faster. I feel a growing desire coursing through my body and my movements become more erratic.
There's an electric current traveling through every muscle fiber, and the energy of it all is mounting. I feel like I'm about to fucking explode.
I pull my cock out of Vicki and all three women get on their knees. They grab my cock and stroke it for me, all three pairs of delicate hands moving in perfect unison.
Fuck, this is too good to be true.
But here I am.
All three of them looking up at me, mouths open, tongues out eagerly awaiting a taste. Their smiles wild and wide.
