Single TV Dad: Billionaire Romance... Naughty Angel Style

by Alexis Angel

  “Tired already?” He asks, his voice piercing through the fog in my mind and bringing me back to life. I force my eyelids open and stare into his eyes, a twinkle there.

  “Never,” I tell him, the corner of my lips curling into a smile. With that, I prop myself up on my elbows, my hands going to his chest. I force him to lay down again and, summoning whatever strength still lies in me, I climb on top of him. This time is the real deal.

  I grab his cock and point it upward, and then ease myself down as slowly as I can. My eyes roll in their orbits as his tip forces my folds apart, and I finally let go of his member. Taking a deep breath, I go all in, pushing my body down and allowing his cock to impale me. I feel it going through me like a spear, violently straining against my inner walls and stretching my insides.

  My hands are on his chest, I take a deep breath before I start moving, my body still trying to process and adapt to the huge cock inside of me. I smile as I feel his heartbeat against the palm of my hand, a steady and confident rhythm there - this heart right here, it’s beating for me.

  That smile still on my lips, I start to rock my body, going back and forth over his cock. His hands are on my ass again, gently guiding the pendulum motion of my hips, making sure that with each passing second I go faster. Soon enough he’s bucking his hips at me, thrusting with such strength that I have to stop moving and simply surrender to the hard pounding that he’s unleashing upon me.

  Wild and furious, he fucks me like every woman deserves to be fucked - with a blend of savagery and love, a mix of contradictory ideas that hold hands and unleash hell upon both mind and body. It might be a stuck up thing to say, but I never shied away from saying what I thought to be the truth: I am the luckiest woman on Earth. I just am. And that because Liam Donovan crossed paths with me, sending my whole life into disarray and turning it upside down.

  Still thrusting hard, he lays his hand heavily against my ass, smacking me harshly. I moan, anticipating another smack - and just like that he does it again, the palm of his hand hitting my flesh with a loud sound.

  Each time he hits me, I moan, my body close to reaching the boiling point. I throw my head back as he keeps thrusting, and I let one hand slide down my chest and toward my pussy. My fingers right above my clit, I start to move my hand in fast circles, rubbing that burning spot in my pussy until I simply can’t take it anymore. My muscles are as rigid as concrete, all my bones becoming electrified as Liam’s thrusts grow more vicious.

  “I’m going to--.” I don't even finish my sentence. The words die in my throat as a high pitched scream takes their place, my face contorted in an expression of ecstasy. I implode and explode, my mind dissolving in a mist of my climax. Not a single thought passes through my mind as I come, every single fiber of my being devoted to one simple task: to feel. And that’s what I do, I soak all the pleasure that runs through me like a sponge, thick beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

  Shaking, I rise, his cock sliding out of me. I collapse on top of the mattress, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath. Liam turns to me and, laying one hand across my chest, gently squeezes my right breast. His fingers on me are like flames, my body convulsing as a reaction to his touch. Even after all those times we’ve made love - and fucked as hard as humanly possible - I still can’t get used to orgasms like these. They’re strong and violent, almost too much for anyone to bear… And they’re absolutely perfect.

  I roll to my stomach and, breathing in deeply, I push my body up, going on all fours. I sway my hips from side to side, teasing him; he gets the hint pretty quickly, and goes up on his knees, position himself behind me, his hands firmly placed on my hips. Here we go, I think to myself, jutting my ass back against him.

  Gritting my teeth as he presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, I grunt as he simply rams it in with one single thrust. His shaft slides inside of me easily, his tip going all the way in and pressing against my inner walls in a mind numbing way. Guided by instinct, I start to rock my body back and forth, his length going in and out of my pussy at a rhythm set by me.

  Of course, soon enough I start to go so fast I can’t keep going - he takes the lead then, his finger curling on my hips and pulling me in as he slams his cock hard, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. Adding to the symphony of flesh on flesh, he smacks my ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the dry sound hitting my eardrums like a gunshot. He does it over and over again, his long finger meeting my buttocks harshly and driving me utter and completely insane.

  My arms grow weak and I go down to my elbows, my head going down between my shoulders as I breathe out with a groan. I’m on the verge of simply collapsing, but I still resist, fighting hard to survive the incoming wave of pleasure. I can already feel it looming on the horizon of my mind, its presence like an imposing omen of chaos and ecstasy. Each thrust of his is like a step toward the storm, and it doesn’t take long for a chaos of the senses to start raining down on me.

  As I feel myself close to the edge, he starts to go so hard his thighs smack my ass harshly enough to leave a mark. His cock pulses inside of me and, knowing he’s as close to the edge as I am, I can’t hold back - I scream like a banshee, my fingers curling so hard against the sheets my knuckles turn white. He comes at the same time, his cock spasming inside of me and kicking against my inner walls.

  In a heartbeat, I feel his cum filling me, each spasm of his cock a new wave of warm semen. Gripping my hips tightly, he holds me in place as he shoots his endless load inside of me, strands of it already dripping down my thighs and falling on top of the sheets, staining them.

  Not even knowing what I’m doing, I fight against his hold and move forward, his cock sliding out of me in an instant. It keeps gushing out in a stream, his warm juices flying straight onto my naked skin. Ropes of cum hit me across the back and, as I turn, straight onto my chest. I move closer to him, immediately grabbing his cock and stroking him as he spurts out his load. With my mouth open wide, I aim his stream at my face, letting his semen cover me as if I were a wax figure. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, thick ropes of sticky cum flying straight onto my face and dripping down to my neck and breasts, completely blanketing me.

  When it finally ends, I close my mouth and swallow his salty juices, letting them caressmy throat on the way down. He simply looks at me, breathing hard as I take two fingers to my breasts and scoop all the cum that I can, taking it to my mouth. I slide the fingers inside my mouth and suck them dry, a hint of a grin on my lips as I return his gaze.

  “I want this everyday,” I say between breaths, my heart racing so fast I think it might just explode. “Every single day, Liam.”

  He says nothing. He simply leans into me and lays his lips against mine, a few drops of cum going from my mouth to his. With a smile, he runs his hand over my face and tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear.

  “Of course. It’s not like we have any other option,” he tells me, his smile becoming wider and kinder. “I love you, Cara. You’re all that matters to me… And I promise you, just like I told you, I’ll make you the happiest woman on Earth.” His smile then turns into a grin, and he continues, “and yes, you’ll have this every single day for the rest of my life. I promise you.”

  Ah, love - it’s real, after all.

  Liam

  One year later.

  I sit back in my chair at my parents’ formal dining table and wipe the tears from my eyes, trying to rein in my laughter at the story Cara’s mother is telling about when Cara was a little girl at a restaurant. Apparently, she’s always had a naughty streak because little five-year-old Cara liked to run around in nothing but red cowboy boots.

  I lean into my wife and nibble at her ear. “Maybe you can take a trip down memory lane with me later?” I wiggle my eyebrows and lower my voice. “I think I could get down with fucking you while you wore nothing but cowboy boots. Maybe you can even lasso me up and tie me to the bed.”

  Cara gives me a shocked look like she can’t b
elieve I’m sitting here talking about fucking her in front of my parents and her mother, but I can see the idea gets her excited.

  I let my breath tease her neck as I tangle my hand in her hair and continue to whisper. “I bet you're wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

  I know if I snuck my hand under the tablecloth and up her dress, she’d be dripping. And it only makes me want to dive in for a taste. Dinner’s over—it’s time for dessert. And her pussy is my favorite kind.

  “Oh my god, Liam,” she says softly, her hands resting on her stomach while her breasts heave with her suddenly panting breath.

  I chuckle. It’s been even easier than normal to get her wet and ready since her pregnancy hormones have kicked in. And I have to say, Cara pregnant with my child is such a fucking turn on. I want to put a baby in her every chance I get now. She’s so fucking hot, and lately, she’s been insatiable in the bedroom. I have zero complaints.

  “All right, you two,” my dad says, amusement in his eyes. “Knock it off over there or you’re going to inspire me to take your mother upstairs a bit early.”

  I groan loudly. “Fuck, Dad. That is not an image I want in my head.”

  He just laughs. I feel like I want to disappear in my seat when my mom looks at him with obvious lust in her eyes. And I swear to all things holy that her hand is most definitely in his lap.

  Ugh. Fucking awkward as hell. But I have to admit, the old man still has it. He’s a fucking silver fox, and I know I come by charm naturally. His heart attack hasn’t seemed to put a wrench in their sex life, that much is clear.

  “So,” I say, clearing my throat and glancing pointedly at Cara’s mom. Though I think she’s grown pretty used to my father by now. In fact, I think she finds him charming. I don’t even know. “Moving on…”

  I look at Cara with my eyebrow arched, asking silently if she’s ready for our announcement. She nods happily, and I slip my hand into hers, intertwining our fingers.

  “We have an announcement,” I say with a grin.

  My mom’s hand reappears on top of the table. Thank fuck.

  I look from my parents to Cara’s mom, and they’re all watching me in anticipation.

  “We’ve decided on a name for the baby.”

  A chorus of excitement goes around the table, and I look at my gorgeous wife. “Would you like to do the honors?”

  She smiles at me, and my heart squeezes in my chest. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that this girl is mine. Forever. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I make sure she knows I know it. Every single day.

  Squeezing my hand, Cara’s gaze lingers on mine for a minute, then she looks at our parents. “We’ve decided to name him after the men who mean so much to us. The men we want to honor.” She pauses, drawing out the anticipation. “Lucas Tate Donovan.”

  Everyone sighs collectively and murmurs how wonderful and that’s perfect. The women’s eyes are damp, and I swear I see a little glimmer in my old man’s eyes too.

  Leaning over, I place a soft kiss on Cara’s lips. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

  She kisses me back. “Me too.” Then she grins wickedly and whispers, “But until he arrives, I think we need to make use of our nights. I think I just might have some rope somewhere.”

  “Is that so?” I ask with a smirk. Then I stand up, saying more loudly, “Mom, Dad, Mrs. Dawn. I’ve enjoyed this dinner immensely, but I think it’s time I get my darling wife home and into bed before she overdoes it.”

  They don’t even pretend to not know why we’re leaving. What can I say? I love my wife. And I love to fuck my wife. Every chance I get. And everyone knows it. I don’t care one bit. Because I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to have this amazing woman by my side every day and in my bed every night. And I don’t ever miss a chance to let her know exactly how I feel.

  We say goodnight and head out to the waiting limo. Once inside, Cara starts stripping down immediately.

  I laugh. “Anxious little thing, aren’t you?”

  She winks at me, then reaches into a box I didn’t notice on the seat and pulls out a pair of red cowboy boots.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. When did you get those?”

  She laughs. “I may or may not have encouraged my mom to tell that story.”

  “Hmm. So sure I’d be dying to live out a cowgirl fantasy, were you?”

  She arches a brow like I’m crazy. “You forget how well I know you, Liam Donovan.”

  With a growl, I pull her toward me in nothing but her cowboy boots. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she says softly, then her eyes go dark with lust. “Now get those clothes off and show me.”

  So I do. And when we get home, I show her again. And again. And I plan on showing her just how much for the rest of our lives.

  Blessed

  Bless me Father, for her very name is Sin...

  Her body is temptation.

  The knowledge she offers is forbidden.

  The way she flaunts it, I know she teases me.

  She wants to stroke the fires I thought I had extinguished.

  But if I let it erupt, it will burn us both.

  I'm no stranger to carnal pleasures.

  Before assuming the cloth, I was a paragon of Lust.

  Putting more than just sacrament in the mouth of every woman I met.

  Those days are supposed to be forsaken.

  But all I can imagine is Clarise on her knees.

  And not just at the altar.

  This is madness.

  There is only one way for me to deliver us from it.

  I need to push her against the wall.

  And take her to Heaven.

  As many times as it takes.

  This book is not for everyone. There are no cliffhangers nor is there any cheating, but if you are easily offended, please think twice. HEA guaranteed..

  Connor

  “Would you like anything to drink, sir?” The young stewardess asks me, and I shake my head politely.

  “I’m fine, thank you, Lisa,” I say, reading her name from the tag on her breast.

  “Let me know if you need anything,” she continues, looking straight into my eyes. “Anything,” she adds, stressing the word in a way that’s almost too forceful. Keeping a serene posture, I look back at her and just give her an acknowledging nod.

  “Thank you,” I repeat, making sure that my words are polite but curt. Her eager smile fades slightly and, even though she bats her eyelids at me a few times, she finally turns on her heels and struts back to her seat at the end of the cabin. Of course, she sways her hips lewdly as she walks down the aisle, her round ass cheeks flexing under her tight stewardess skirt.

  We’re alone in the small cabin of the plane, just the two of us, and that’s definitely helping her being this brash. Even though I’m looking out the window right now, the United States coastline is already shaping up in the distance, I know that if I turn around and look at her, she’d look right back at me with a devilish stare.

  Don’t get me wrong; it’s not like she isn’t a beautiful woman, because she definitely is all that and then some. Full lips, long brown hair down to her shoulders, and a figure capable of driving any man to the brink of insanity… She’s everything a man wants in a woman, at least when it comes down to our most primal instincts.

  If this little scene happened a few years ago, I’d be telling you a very different story right now. I mean, me and a beautiful woman inside a private jet? It isn’t hard to figure out the consequences of that. But, unfortunately for our friend Lisa, I’m not the same man I used to be. But, of course, it’s also possible that the kind of man I am right now is also what’s making Lisa so interested.

  You see, even though I’m wearing a black tailored suit right now, I’m not like other handsome men my age. I’ve devoted my life to a higher purpose, and this young stewardess knows that.

  No, I’m not a priest, if that’s what you’re thinking.


  I’m part of what’s called the Order of the Temple, a community of men who have devoted their lives to the betterment of the world. We’re not exactly priests or monks, though; we’re secular men, pooling our knowledge and resources to make the world a better place. We work under the tutelage of the Catholic Church, and we have our origins in a story from the Gospels: it’s said that when Jesus visited the temple in Jerusalem, the place was packed with merchants. In a bout of righteous fury, he kicked them all out, accusing them of turning the temple into a “den of thieves.”

  The Order of the Temple emerged as a secretive branch of the Catholic Church, and our purpose is to guide the most powerful and wealthy men in the world. No, we’re not some kind of Illuminati society. It’s nothing like that; we don’t seek power or control. All we want to do is guide those with the most power in society toward the greater good.

  Of course, most people have a hard time accepting the fact that I’ve devoted my life to such a mission. That’s only normal, I suppose—after all, I’m not exactly the kind of guy you’d believe to be spiritual or religious.

  I’m 6’1, as ripped as an Olympian, and I’ve got the looks to back it up, at least that’s what the women I come across insist on telling me. I think that most people just can’t accept the fact that a guy like me could have a higher calling. And, to be honest with you, I used to think the same.

  Back when I was just an eighteen-year-old, making my dent in a D-I school as a football player, I had everything a guy my age could’ve wanted, which of course, means that I had women throwing themselves at my feet every single hour of the day.

  Somehow, that got old fast. There was a certain hollowness inside me, and that hollowness kept on growing with each time I succumbed to lust. The way I see it, I was a young weak man and, above all things, I wanted to be strong.