First Comes Love: A Billionaires, Brides, and Babies Romance

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by Alexis Angel


  I want to get more done on my dissertation, but yet again I can’t focus. Ana has invaded my thoughts for the last two days. Against my better judgment, I asked her to get something to eat with me tonight, but she said she was going to see the Gravity concert at The Garden with a friend. Backstage passes.

  Ridiculous as it is, part of me is jealous. Wondering if she’s going to hook up with some rock star.

  I don’t really know her. She was going down on me in my office the day she met me. Who knows if that’s her thing? She’s the one wanting to do her term project on pushing boundaries and questioning why things are taboo. Maybe she’s one of those girls that feels like everything is an option. Spreading the love and all that.

  I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.

  Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.

  I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in my office. I want her on my cock next time.

  I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.

  Yeah. Right.

  By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.

  Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.

  Ana: I think I need some extra credit.

  I grin and tap out a quick response.

  Me: I think your performance has been perfect so far.

  Ana: Maybe I’m an overachiever.

  She definitely gives it her best.

  Me: Did you have something particular you’d like to work on improving?

  I laugh out loud at the naughty professor games we’re playing.

  Ana: Yeah. I think I want to go deeper.

  Me: I promise I can go very deep.

  Ana: Where are you?

  Does she mean tonight? My dick jumps to life. Ready to go at the mere prospect.

  Me: Thought you were at a concert?

  Ana: My friend ditched me to bang the lead singer.

  Well okay then. I text her my address.

  Ana: Be there in twenty.

  Looks like my night is taking an unexpected turn. One I certainly won’t complain about.

  Twenty minutes later she’s standing in my doorway, looking all kinds of fuckable in a short skirt, tight shirt, and black boots. I grab her hand and yank her inside.

  I don’t even say anything. Just grab her face and press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. Hungry. Needy. Crawling over me as much as I’m crawling all over her. Like we can’t get close enough fast enough.

  I know there’s a scientific explanation for it, but it feels like more than that. Like something between me and Ana is combustible. Undeniable. Our bodies are drawn to each other, but there’s another connection there. In just a couple of days, I’ve seen enough of what’s beneath the surface to know that she’s an intriguing mess of contradictions that I want to lose myself in.

  But right now, I want to lose myself inside her body. The one writhing against me, pressing against my throbbing cock.

  I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. I slam her back against the wall, holding her there with my body while my hands work her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her bra follows right behind, leaving her full tits right there for the taking.

  I close my mouth over her hard, pink nipple, pulling at it with my teeth while I pinch the other between my fingers. She gasps, squeezing her legs tighter. Pulling me even closer as if she can’t get close enough.

  “Need you, Oliver,” she pants as my lips seal over her tit, sucking hard until she’s grinding on me, desperate for friction.

  “I’m going to make you cum all night, baby. Don’t you worry. Over and over and over again.”

  She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Hooking an arm under her ass and another up and around her neck, I carry her to my bedroom.

  “You ready for this, Ana? You ready for my cock?”

  I set her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes, standing in front of her naked. She scrambles up from the bed and crawls toward me, running her hands all over my body as if she can’t touch me enough.

  “I’m so ready for it. I want it so bad.”

  I groan. She’s so perfect. Ready and willing and wild and wanting.

  I yank her boots off and pull her skirt down right after until all she’s wearing are deep red lace panties. So fucking sexy. I peel them slowly down her thighs, then lift them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

  Her eyes go wide and dark, her breath coming out in heaving, needy gasps.

  I wink. “You ready for that extra credit?”

  Ana

  Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.

  I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”

  “Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”

  I roll the little round and juicy bead in my mouth, then bite down on it. A pomegranate seed. I wink. “Sweet, but a little tart.”

  “Just like I like it,” he laughs.

  I open my eyes and eye him with a saucy grin. “Such a dirty professor.”

  Running his hands up my stomach, he teases my nipples again, and my breath catches, the familiar tug down low making my pussy ache to be filled.

  He grabs another seed and crawls up on the bed, taking my hips and flipping me until I’m on his lap, his hard shaft rubbing against my wetness.

  Oliver takes the pomegranate seed and squeezes until the juice runs out, then spreads it over my nipples.

  He leans forward and slowly, tantalizingly licks the juice from my tits. Moaning, I fist my fingers in his hair, holding his head against me. “God, I want you so much right now.”

  Oliver stretches to reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom and sheathing his thick cock. Then he shifts, raising me above him until my pussy is just above his erection. Teasing me and tormenting me as he makes me wait, holding me just out of reach.

  “Fuck me, Oliver,” I breathe.

  His jaw ticks as if he’s barely maintaining control.

  “Ana,” he bites out, his eyes flashing. “Tell me this isn’t just tonight. I don’t think I can get enough of you tonight. I need more of this.”

  His words take me by surprise. Almost as much as my own reaction to them. Because that’s what I want too. Even if it’s forbidden. I’m his student.

  But I don’t care. I nod. “I want more of you, too,” I say softly. Then I smirk. “But if you don’t hurry up and give it to me already, I’m going to lose my mind.”

  “Can’t have that, can we? I kind of like your mind. It’s all kinds of complicated and sexy.” He grins.

  Then he lowers me slowly on his cock, sliding into me completely, so very deep. So very full.

  I begin moving, slowly at first, grinding my clit against him every time I sink down. Soon, we’re both moaning, picking up the pace, slamming into each other as we claw our way to ecstasy.

  Suddenly, he flips me over, staying inside me the whole time. Then he goes even deeper. Fucking me so good that I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly claimed by a man.

  His cock slide
s in and out of me, the thick shaft dragging along my inner walls as I convulse and grip him, the friction driving me wild, sending me careening toward a cliff that I’m all too eager to fall from.

  We cum together, his huge cock swelling and throbbing inside me as I pulse over and over again.

  We collapse in a sweaty heap. Once we’ve caught our breath and the shocks have subsided, I look at him and flash my dimples.

  “Well, professor, I think I’m doing quite well with your lessons. What do you think?”

  He chuckles, playing with my nipple as he bends to bite my lip. “I think you’ll be passing with flying colors. Maybe even with honors. You’re definitely taking your dedication to your project above and beyond.” He frowns. “But maybe it was a fluke. I think I’m going to need you to show me again that you’ve learned your lesson.”

  I reach down and grip his cock. “I think I can manage that.”

  He’s already hard again, ready to go. So I get to work showing him what a quick study I am. The perfect student.

  Did I say before that I’d much rather stay in bed than go to classes? Yeah, about that. I think I’ve finally found the perfect solution. Professor Mason’s class is one I can definitely get behind. I don’t even have to leave the bed.

  The Biggest Licker

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  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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  The Biggest Licker Season Update!

  Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.

  Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. Welcome to the only show where we take 7 virgins and put them in a fancy Manhattan apartment with 7 of the most eligible billionaires in America. What happens after? That’s up to the contestants, but we’ll be watching.

  Chase: Just to make sure everyone is caught up on the rules, here is a recap. Any virgin that has her pussy penetrated by a billionaire gets kicked off. The billionaire that did the penetration gets to kick out another billionaire. As billionaires fuck virgins and eliminate other billionaires, finally two people - one virgin and one billionaire will remain. At this time, if the virgin gives up her v-card, she loses and the billionaire wins. If she keeps her virginity, she wins. If they fall in love, she declares him her One True Love and they share the prize.

  Nadia: That’s right. So the person that’s left is set basically, they will be walking away with the combined entry fees of all the billionaires who sought to participate – a cool $2 billion dollars – as well as the fabulous One57 penthouse apartment that the show filmed in.

  Chase: These may be billionaires, but $2 billion is $2 billion. No one is that wealthy that they turn down that much money.

  Nadia: And let’s not forget the apartment. Money can’t even buy you a corner penthouse in One57 anymore.

  Chase: So true. To be the true royalty of New York City means doing it only one way.

  Nadia: What’s that Chase?

  Chase: By banging virgins and then eliminating your competition!

  Nadia: So true. But after one season, we’ve come towards the end of this competition.

  Chase: Correct. After a season filled with twists and turns and revelations, we now have one virgin left – Megan Wright – and two billionaires vying for her hand.

  Nadia: I don’t actually know if they’re vying for her hand, per se. More like the space between her legs.

  Chase: You’re absolutely right Nadia. The billionaires, Tristan Kane and Madden Sires, are in fact vying for her to let them be the first one to stick their billionaire cocks inside of her.

  Nadia: Now Megan is allowed to engage in all other types of sex. Anal, oral, and all other variations are acceptable as long as there is no vaginal penetration and breaking of the seal. We all remember a certain President, of course--

  Chase: I don’t think we’re able to discuss politics on the air, Nadia. Stick to safe subjects like virgin pussies and dripping cocks. This is broadcast television, remember? There could be kids watching.

  Nadia: I’m so sorry everyone. I don’t know what came over me. As I was saying, the billionaires are going to be trying to get into Megan. Now it’s up to her to pick a contestant to give away her flower to. Or, if she chooses to hold out, she can become a billionaire herself.

  Chase: That’s right. Should Megan keep her virginity intact, she will go ahead and win the apartment and the money.

  Nadia: Madden has slept with four virgins. He eliminated 4 billionaires as per the rules of the game. The virgins he conquered were removed from the show.

  Chase: And Tristan slept with two virgins. But he won the single immunity prize at the beginning, making him immune during the final elimination round.

  Nadia: It threw a bit of a wrinkle in the show because now we have two billionaires vying for the same virgin. Only one person will win. The next several days promise to be very interesting.

  Chase: But only if you tune into the 24 hour reality show that’s taking America by storm.

  Voiceover: The Biggest Licker!!!!!

  Megan

  “Okay, Megan, you’re the last virgin standing on Biggest Licker. Just tell the camera how you feel.”

  I nod at Maya, the production assistant, and take a deep breath as I get ready to give my confessional. It won’t be hard to act excited. This is what I came here for. To win the grand prize. And I’m so close I can practically taste it.

  I center myself, knowing I need to give Maya exactly what she wants with this little speech. It’s only been five minutes since the live eviction, and they called me straight up to my room before I had a chance to do more than hug Tristan and Madden.

  Maya holds her hand up, indicating the camera is about to roll, then drops it quickly and leans forward as if she just remembered something.

  “Don’t forget, you’re waiting for the right one. These viewers aren’t interested in how much you need this money. They want to believe you’ve been holding on to your v-card all this time for love. That’s your angle.” She rolls her eyes and smirks, showing just how ridiculous she thinks that idea is.

  Not that I blame her. It is a bit ridiculous. I mean, a house full of virgins? And then there are the billionaires, whose sole purpose on Biggest Licker is to seduce us, make us give it up. If the producers get their way, I’ll end up handing over my v-card before the upcoming season finale and they won’t have to pay up.

  But they have another thing coming. They have no clue how much I need that money. I remained a virgin all through college. I think I can keep that status firmly intact for one more week. Especially since all the guys have been eliminated except for Tristan and Madden—though if I’m going to be stuck in a house with a couple billionaires vying for my attention, I don’t think there are any two I’d rather be with.

  I suppress a shudder thinking about how miserable it would be if any of the other sleaze-balls had made it this far with me, then decide to just go with those thoughts and focus on who is here. I smile as the light on the camera flicks on.

  “Oh my god,” I gush, “I can’t believe it. I’m the last virgin standing!” I clap my hands and go for a dreamy expression, knowing that’s just what Maya wants. “And with Tristan and Madden? I don’t think there are two sexier men I could be in this house with.”

  I lean back on my plush, white over-sized chair and tuck my feet underneath me. “I’m in some kind of fantasy. I mean, this apartment? Insane.” I spread my arms wide for the camera.

  That much is true, too. It’s so fucking over the top that I almost don’t want the show to be over. And
if I’m being honest, if it wouldn’t mean I’d be sent packing—straight out of the most luxurious apartment I’ve ever set foot in—I might have already given in to temptation and let one of those two sexy men have me. It’s obvious they’ve both had their eyes on me.

  I gesture for the camera at my bedroom that’s decked out in shades of gray, silver and white with a giant-ass four-poster bed that feels like a cloud covered in a feather duvet. It looks like a pillows factory, that’s how many silky pillows are scattered around the room. A waterfall trickles gently down the wall near the bed, covering what looks like a cityscape through a huge floor-to-ceiling window—but it’s all an illusion, made to look like we aren’t actually on a set in a production studio. Curtains and luxe fabrics drape over the walls and hang from the posters of the bed, candles and mood lighting are everywhere, and don’t even get me started on the private bathroom.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. The bathtub alone is large enough to fit at least ten people. Water falls from the ceiling like rain. Then there’s the heated marble and the colored lighting. The entire apartment screams sex. And there are plenty of places to do it, too. I’ve seen plenty of that in my weeks here. Naked bodies going at it in a place that’s anything but private. And I’ve imagined more than once what it would be like to put my huge bed to good use.

  But no, that’s not why I’m here. I keep reminding myself I’m here for the prize money—the money I only get if I don’t give it up to one of the two sexy billionaires remaining.

  “But Tristan and Madden?” I repeat, widening my eyes at the camera. “I’m so glad they’re the ones I’m here with. I really think one of them could be The One. I’m so close to having everything I ever wanted—a man who I love and who loves me. Someone who’s worthy of giving my virginity to.”

 

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