ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Charlotte Sloan

  She moaned in pleasure as she felt his tongue move around inside of her. She felt amazing. This was even better than the first time.

  As she continued to ride and as Collin continued to eat her out Evelyn knew she wouldn’t last long. With this amount of pleasure coursing through her body, it wouldn’t be long before it exploded.

  Collin started to fondle Terrell’s balls as he licked Evelyn harder and faster. Soon enough he felt the tell-tale signs of both their orgasms as he felt Terrell’s balls tighten and Evelyn’s pussy quiver against his tongue. He continued to lap at her juices hungrily, knowing that an ocean was about to flood his face.

  Suddenly, Evelyn exploded in a fit of passion all over Collin’s face and he moaned in pleasure as he started to lap up the juices greedily. Not long after, Terrell pulled out just in time to cum all over Evelyn’s body. They were all now a mess. Evelyn giggled.

  After Evelyn and Terrell helped Collin orgasm all three of them collapsed onto the bed and cuddled. They didn’t care that they were covered in cum, all they cared about was being next to one another.

  Evelyn snuggled against the two men happily, once again prayed that this time things would work out.

  Chapter 9

  The trio ended up falling asleep soon after their climaxes. They cuddled a bit before exhaustion took over and they were all cozily sleeping together. Terrell was snoring softly as Collin had his arm wrapped around Evelyn.

  Evelyn dreamt pleasant dreams as she laid between the two men and had anyone been awake to watch her face as she slept they would have seen her smiling in her sleep. For once in a very long time Evelyn was happy. She didn’t want to be anywhere else but in bed with these two men. She just prayed they were truly what she was looking for.

  Unlike the first time, there was no alarm to wake up the two boys so all three of them slept until morning. However, when Evelyn woke up she was disappointed to see Collin gone.

  She turned around and saw Terrell still sound asleep in the bed. She wondered where Collin was but was glad that they hadn’t completely abandoned her. She snuggled closer to the man and smiled. Something about the whole situation felt right.

  As she got closer to Terrell he started to wake up. She smiled up at him and he smiled back. “Morning beautiful.”

  She blushed a little at him before saying, “Morning... do you know where Collin went?”

  “What? Am I not good enough for you?” Terrell teased lightly as he gently caressed her face.

  Evelyn frowned, thinking she had upset him. Terrell chuckled before sniffing the air, “Well… by that smell I would say that he is downstairs making breakfast.”

  Evelyn looked amazed as she looked at Terrell. “Breakfast? Really?” Waking up to breakfast with her lovers had been on Evelyn’s criteria for a perfect threesome. She smiled and suddenly kissed Terrell.

  “What was that for?” He asked, a little shy.

  “Well… for making last night special and for making this morning special as well,” she said honestly as she wrapped her arms around him.

  Suddenly, Collin entered the room and smirked. “Hey… no loving without me!” Both of them chuckled. “Breakfast is ready,” Collin announced. He was now the one wearing the apron as he smiled.

  Terrell and Evelyn quickly tossed on some clothes before making their way downstairs. Collin had outdone himself with the breakfast because on the table was pancakes, bacon, eggs, muffins, fruit, etc. Evelyn’s eyes went big as she looked at all the food.

  “A buffet fit for a Queen!” Collin said cheekily before kissing her cheek. Evelyn could feel herself blush as she looked up at him. These men seemed to be straight out of her dreams and she smiled in pleasure.

  Eventually, they all sat down and ate breakfast happily. Evelyn couldn’t help realizing that this was just like her perfect threesome. She smiled happily as she took a bite of her bacon.

  “Why are you smiling so much?” Terrell asked.

  “Well… I have been thinking about a perfect relationship for a very long time… and I have to admit that you guys are coming pretty close to fitting the bill.” Evelyn blushed darkly as she admitted this to the two men.

  Collin chuckled but looked proud. “I’m glad. So does that mean you are going to date us now?” Collin asked hopefully.

  Evelyn was a little taken aback by the offer and blushed in response. She could feel her face become bright red at his words, but eventually she nodded. She wanted nothing more than to have a serious relationship with these men. They were everything she ever wanted in a pair of lovers. She smiled and before she knew it they were in a group hug together.

  “But… we are all pretty dirty from last night… Shower anyone?” Terrell offered as he looked at his two lovers. When he had gotten into a relationship with Collin he had assumed he would always be with Collin and only Collin but now that he had experienced a love life with Evelyn he knew he couldn’t continue without both of them in his life.

  Evelyn smiled happily and nodded as the men ticked another aspect off her perfect threesome dream. They were just getting better by the minute.

  She was giddy as they went into the bathroom together. Soon enough they stripped off the minimum clothing they had on and managed to squeeze into the shower together.

  They were very good about washing one another. It seemed all three of them were getting equal attention and Evelyn was glad for it. She had been so terrified of the green-eyed monster, but she felt that this time he wouldn’t show his ugly head. For some reason, she couldn’t see the men getting jealous. For some reason, she pictured her life with these men. She imaged herself growing old and happy with them.

  As Evelyn daydreamed about these things she felt Terrell’s hands on her chest. He was washing them with a lot of soap and Evelyn moaned loudly in response to his groping. He was very good at messaging her tits.

  “I never thought you would be a tit kind of guy Terrell,” Collin commented as he watched his lover fondle Evelyn’s tits. Terrell smirked and looked at Collin.

  “Neither did I but these things are great!” Evelyn chuckled as Terrell continued to make her moan. In the end, the shower was an amazing experience that just brought them even closer together. Evelyn couldn’t have been happier.

  Chapter 10

  Now, two years after their first date, the three of them were happier than ever. Their relationship had never once soured due to jealous sentiment and everything was perfect.

  Evelyn, when she had called out for help did not think that Monica would solve her problems. She did not think that her best friend Monica would be the answer to all her problems, but somehow Monica had indeed turned Evelyn’s whole life around.

  She had set up her best friend on a blind date with Terrell and Collin and it had been the best thing that had ever happened to Evelyn.

  Which was why Evelyn had decided to name her first born child after her friend. She would name her little girl Monica in honor of the best friend that had brought her together with the fathers of her soon to be born daughter.

  Evelyn never thought that her perfect threesome would become a reality but as she thought of her future together with her two lovers and soon to be born daughter she knew she was living the life she always wanted.

  THE END

  Bad Boy Allure

  1

  I sat miserably on my barstool, feeling like hell as a piercing migraine split through my temples, wanting to close my eyes and diminish into the scenery, but knowing that I had other purposes being here, and that I needed a release too badly right now to blow my chances by giving up the fight. I took a hard blink that was a little bit more than just a blink, my eyes stinging a little bit with moisture as much needed tears reinvigorated them, pooling up and dripping out through my tear ducts, then rolling along my cheeks so that it must have looked like I was crying.

  I sniffed and snorted, trying to suppress this fact, and wiped away the not-crying tears with the back of my hand. I then cleared my throat, raised my glass
to my lips, and downed the remainder of liquid still sloshing around in the bottom of the thing. It burned my throat as it sizzled on down inside me, and I sloshed my tongue around for a while through the ice cubes rolling up toward me, loving their coolness and the sound of their clinking against the glass.

  With the glass still to my lips, I sucked in a heavy breath of air, as though to attempt to still my nerves, vain as an attempt though it may have been, and then let out a heavy, labored sigh, which fogged up the inside of the glass as my nostrils flared, and at last I set the thing down upon the bar.

  God, how I wished I was a smoker...

  I'd never even touched a cigarette, but the rumors of nicotine I'd heard about made it seem like the precise sort of de-stressor I needed right here and now, something to mitigate how awfully damn shitty I was feeling, something to make my life in its present state just a little bit more bearable, at least for the time being.

  I knew, however, that this present state of mind would eventually come to pass, whereas a nicotine addiction would linger on for some time afterward and quite possibly make things far shittier for me, and I therefore decided to forego taking up such a nasty habit in order to compensate for my momentary unhappiness. Still, though, I found myself flexing my fingers slowly, watching them tremble slightly as I did so, as though I was already going through withdrawal symptoms from the stuff without ever having smoked a puff in my life.

  I had to start looking now, to find a means of distraction for myself as soon as humanly possible.

  I turned only very slightly on the barstool, scarcely even shifting my body to any extent that was noticeable, but just enough to tilt my head to the side, craning my neck over my shoulder in as subtle a way as possible, and my eyes scanning the room like the camera of some machine, scoping out the place without wanting to seem at all obvious about what I was doing, discreetly flipping through my options without anyone around me knowing that I was interested in seeking out something.

  It was hard to see with complete clarity with my eyes squinted into two snakelike slits as they were, but it was still readily apparent to me as my pupils traced out the room that there were few viable candidates here for that in which I was interested. Mostly, I was surrounded by other souls who were even sadder than myself, older or more haggard in appearance, and the prospect of hopping into bed with them making me even more depressed.

  Rather than distracting me in the manner which I so desperately needed at this point in time. I felt a cold chill of disappointment run through me at my failure, kicking myself for the fact that I couldn't even manage to get picked up at a damn bar, but my resolve still somewhat intact and the night still young.

  My need was too great to give up the fight just yet, and I decided to turn back to my empty glass for the time being, to wait and see if the situation changed to any extent. My expectations low but my hopes so high that disappointment seemed inevitable. For now, I focused every drop of energy in my weary veins on the empty glass in front of me.

  I debated whether I should ask the bartender for another drink, or whether I should allow my sobriety to remain intact in the event that someone did come up to make an advance. I didn't want to be so drunk off my ass that I made some egregious misjudgment of character, and woke up in the bed with some complete and utter mistake, an additional pang of regret to add to my already expansive collection, leaving me feeling even shittier once all was said and done.

  No, no I didn't want that at all...

  All I needed right now was a good lay, some strong, sexy man to scoop me up and spirit me away into his bed, to plow me mercilessly back into my old self, to renew my confidence after it had been so harshly shattered by my most recent mistake; a night of unbridled, no strings passion to get me back to where I needed to be, nothing more complicated than that...

  I began to grow nervous in spite of myself, however, thinking for certain that the opportunity I was seeking would continue to elude me, that I wasn't fooling anyone but myself in hoping for this, etc., etc., etc., my ability to see my own self-worth fucked over big time by the circumstances that had ended up leading me here.

  I began to rotate my glass upon the surface of the table, drilling it around and around and around, staring into the melting ice from above as though hypnotized by it somehow, all the while doing the one thing in the world that I knew would make things even harder for me to withstand, beginning to ruminate on the circumstances of my life that had left me so damn unhappy to begin with.

  I thought of Zach...

  Christ, how my emotions fizzled and popped and stirred for that goddamn son-of-a-bitch, how I wanted to fling myself into his arms and kiss him vehemently and punch his fucking lights out all at once. And yet how I knew how any such attempts at rekindling what had been so viciously lost would only ever be in vain, how I felt certain, with every fiber of my being, that I could never trust that beautiful, lecherous bastard again no matter how long I lived.

  I really thought he'd been the one...

  After so many years of dating and disappointments, of searching in vain for something I'd begun to give up on ever truly finding, I had actually deluded myself into believing that I had indeed found it with Zach. That he was the man who would be different from all the other men who'd so transiently stepped into my life only to slip back out again like it was nothing at all. My existence a steady string of disappointments and promises that never ever seemed to stick.

  Zach, meanwhile, not only made the sort of promises that I wanted to hear, but delivered upon them more often than not- or, well, I should say he always did for the extent we were together... There were of course many things he'd said would eventually happen that I truly believed might have come to pass at some point.

  But the relationship was terminated before many of these things were brought to full fruition. So I'm not entirely sure whether to chalk such things down to outright broken promises or to give him the benefit of the doubt and show some faint shred of mercy, to assume the best and that he did, indeed, eventually plan on going through with what he told me he would.

  God dammit... God dammit...

  How wound up, how god damn fucking entangled I had allowed myself to become in that man. Knowing all the while that ending up hurt was inevitable, that I couldn't possibly be putting so much trust in another human being as to seem blind to the reality of human nature. Christ almighty...

  How I really must have swooned for that son of a bitch. How I'd really let all sense of logic and reason fly straight out the window. How I'd really pulled the fucking wool right over my own eyes, and how I'd somehow been surprised when it inevitably came crashing down around me, as any semblance of common sense might readily have predicted it would.

  I mean, fuck... The two of us had been dating for years, had gotten to know one another more thoroughly than any other person in either of our lives, or at least so I had thought... Hell, there had even been talk of the two of us getting married at some point - nothing concrete, obviously, no specific date in either of our heads or any engagement rings exchanged, nothing quite so traditional or straightforward.

  But still, the two of us had formulated plans of building a damn life together, for God's sake, had mapped our futures out together under the apparently flawed assumption that the two us would be mutually present in those futures. That neither of us would just up nor disappear into the ether with scarcely a moment's notice...

  And yet, here we were...

  Lord God almighty, how I was kicking myself at this point in my life, how stupid I was feeling for having allowed my heart to have been played with in the manner that it had. In spite of my full knowledge that doing so was only hurting me further. I simply couldn't stop myself from ruminating on what the two of us had lost, from envisioning that sweet face of his.

  His masculine features and his devilish, seductive smile, his penetrating eyes that seemed to bore into my soul any time he ventured to pay me a casual glance. His warming demeanor, the manner in which t
he force of his presence soothed me so greatly, could turn a bad day into a good one without any sort of effort whatsoever. How I always felt so secure and happy when I was wrapped up in that son-of-a-bitch's arms.

  In spite of myself, I began to recall the last time the two of us had made love. The grinding, humping, thrusting of our entwined, sweaty bodies, pushing, pumping, squeezing, caressing, touching and exploring one another with the reverence of it being the first time every time, Each experience of the two of us fucking somehow more glorious than the last, each touch producing even more caustic sensations, each collision of flesh into flesh becoming a greater and greater shock to our systems as we rolled and wrapped and sliced our bodies to bits.

  The room seeming to shrink around us as we twisted up in the sweated sheets, the force of penetration from that tremendous cock of his routinely overpowering me, pumping me so full of his love that there was no room whatsoever for anything else, and the clamping of his tight, muscular body around me so painfully sweet that I could scarcely contain myself.