100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Love and kisses and lots of hugs!

  Alexis

  #69 3/11/2017

  So after the last few days, I am so sore...

  So can you say overindulgence? Because that's exactly what I've been doing in Hawaii. Overindulging to the point of nearly being comatose LOL.

  I mean, there is no way in hell I can walk today lol. I woke up and I'm like, oh right, I am so sore. Muscles that I didn't even know I had inside are like sore. My butt is sore.

  Don't get me wrong. It's a good soreness. Like its a delicious pleasure.

  But there is no way I am having any sexy sexy today. Instead, I've been reading.

  And writing! I'm writing a lot. I have lots of adventures to tell you about. But all I can do today is think of those adventures next to the beach. Like how I got picked up and thrown over some guy's shoulder three nights ago and stuff OMG.

  One time I was in Bali and I was on the beach and there was this guy at Kuta Beach who called himself a 'Kuta Cowboy'. So what he did was tell me that he would wait on me hand and foot for the entire time I was there for like $100 bucks (which was like a million billion of their currency).

  So he carried my bags and stuff from the mall and brought me coconut water and then when I wanted oil rubbed on me, he did that. He was so hot too so every time I got horny I'd tell him to lick my pussy and he would drop what he was doing and take off my bikini bottoms and take me into orbit. Then at night he'd give me his cock and I'd be like oooh yes. It was so much fun but sadly I can't find people like that in Hawaii lol.

  We got quite the lineup today. Oh and I have exciting news!!

  I'm writing a Mona Cox with none other than...Savannah May! She's like my absolute hero and like my role model. I wanna be like her one day because she knows like everything.

  Oh, if you haven't gotten Python yet, it's #69 in the store! Get it now!

  Love and kisses and lots of hugs!

  Alexis

  Python In My Pussy 3/13/2017

  So Python has been in the Top 100 for a few days now...

  That's like a few days more than I've ever had a book in the Top 100, except for Wicked Lil' Brat, but who's counting, right?

  Anyways, I wanted to do something fun!

  So I decided why not do a random drawing for everyone that's opened my emails. Kinda like a random act of good fortune.

  So the winner is Meredith Oscar at m******op1981@gmail.com.

  Please email me back if you are Meredith!!

  Yay!

  But it doesn't end there!

  I wanna really celebrate. So beginning today until the end of March, we will have 22 days of games!

  Each day, a new Angel Game will pop up in Dirty Lil' Angels with a fun prize to be won!

  Each day the winner will be announced!!

  I think it will be fun, and I need some fun because I'm leaving Hawaii tomorrow and going back to work.

  I had soooooo much sex, they better name an island after me or something LOL.

  Oh, that reminds me! I am almost finished writing my MMF novel, Men of the House with my girlfriend Lana Hartley. We are creating a new pen name for the two of us, calling us, ABBY ANGEL.

  But I'm not sure how it is and you guys were SUPER helpful for Python last time! So I'm including one scene below but PLEASE gimme feedback on what to change. It's unedited now but I just need help figuring out what to do before taking it to the editor.

  Some recommendations after the jump and then the scene. Also, if you haven't checked out Python yet, now's your chance!

  Love and kisses and lots of hugs!

  Alexis

  Excerpt begins here:

  Desire can be a powerful thing. It rises on your mind like morning fog and, before you know it, you’re lost and blind in the bland whiteness of it. No control, no sense of direction.

  That’s me right now; I’m adrift in a sea of desire, and all rationality has deserted me. Do you want to know what I’m thinking while I slide my yoga pants down my hips? It’s simple: I’m not thinking of anything. I’m just like a puppet acting out the commands from some unseen hand.

  “Are you just going to stare?” I purr at him, my pants now revealing a faint tan line, as my heart gallops inside my chest. As the words leave my lips, I close the distance between Daniel and I and, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pull him into me. He grins, delight and desire painting his face, and comes willingly. He rests his big hands on my waist and, the moment he leans into me and his lips touch mine, I close my eyes and let go.

  All it takes is one kiss for me to know that this is going to be good. For a man as imposing as him, he’s actually more than a good kisser. I tilt my head to the side, pulling him closer and pressing my mouth harder against his. I part my lips and slip my tongue inside his mouth, a whirlwind of lust dancing inside my head.

  I’m kissing my stepfather, this is really happening.

  I exhale sharply as, still grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the bedroom door. His fingers dart to my wrists and he lifts my arms up over my head.

  “This is wrong,” he says, his eyes filled with desire. “This is so wrong,” he repeats, and I feel something hardening in his crotch and pushing against my leg. Yes, this is wrong. Very, very wrong… But so are the most delicious things in the world, aren’t they? And it’s this wrongness that makes boiling blood travel through my veins and raises hell between my thighs. My thong is drenched, my juices soaking it in a way that hasn’t happened for a long time… This is raw desire in its purest and most violent form.

  “So wrong...” I whisper, throwing his words back at him as a grin of anticipation dawns on my lips.

  I throw my head back, baring my neck to him, and he savors my skin with gentle kisses. I pant each time his lips touch me, that gentle fog of desire blanketing my mind. I get out of his hold with cat like movements, freeing my hands and taking them to his shirt, my frantic fingers popping button after button. I untuck his shirt then and, almost with a growl, I press the open palm of my hands on his pectorals, feeling the hard lines of his strong muscles under my fingertips. For a man his age, it’s almost hard to believe the kind of body he has.

  Daniel presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin sending a shiver down my spine, and then grabs a handful of hair on the nape of my neck. Holding my head, he presses his mouth against mine; fireworks go off behind my eyelids as we kiss savagely, our tongues dancing and fighting against each other with abandonment.

  Still kissing me, he takes his hand and lets it slide down my side, then makes it climb up my inner thigh. I shudder as I feel his long fingers on my skin, my hips unconsciously bucking against him. He brushes one finger over my thong and across the hem of my pants, long flames of pleasure darting through my body as he does it; I rock my hips against him, trying to have him press his hand against my pussy. He doesn’t relent, though, taking his time and slowly brushing his finger over the fabric of my thong and my aching pussy.

  I started this and, now that he has taken control, he’s going to make sure we go all the way. No excuses.

  With a growl in the back of his throat, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, forcing me to lift my arms. Then, moving fast, he sends my yoga pants down to my ankles and presses his hand against my pussy. He wastes no time and takes his fingers to my thighs; pulling on my thong, he sends it down my legs as well. I bite my lower lip as I feel the fabric sliding down, and I kick off my sneakers, doing the same with my pants and soaked underwear.

  I exhale sharply, his fingertips caressing my drenched folds with a maddening gentleness. He keeps his own patient rhythm and slowly drives me to the edge with his touch. And, God, I just love it. Why rush into things?

  Tracing the contour of my pussy with one single finger, he avoids touching my clit. I sway my hips, but he takes his other hand and holds me in place by the hips. Slowly parting my inner lips, he takes his finger all the way up my crevice, and only then does he brush his finge
rtip against my clitoris. And, God, the moment he does it… I almost lose it. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, surrendering to the sparks of electricity that fly inside my body as he gently rubs my clit.

  Then, before I can even moan, he opens his hand and presses it hard between my thighs. I snap my legs shut by instinct, trapping his hand there as he flicks one finger against my folds. I open my mouth and sigh in frenzied delight as I feel his finger sliding inside of me; he takes it all the way, curling it upwards and pressing his fingertip against that hidden spot deep inside my pussy. He rubs me there, drowning my brain into pleasure. When he slides one more finger in, I can’t stop myself from moaning; I open my mouth and let a high-pitched cry of pleasure fall from my lips, my skin prickling as I do it.

  With two fingers pressed deep inside of me, softly rubbing against my G-spot, he presses his thumb right above my clit. I don’t know how he does it, but his touch simply takes hold of my mind and sends all my thoughts spiraling down into an avalanche of pleasure. It’s magical; it’s perfect. I moan between my gritted teeth, my pussy tightening around his fingers as I come.

  I’m still shaking from the orgasm when he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, grabbing me, makes me turn around and pins me against the wall, his chest pressed against my back. He starts unclasping my bra, his fingers pulling the straps down my shoulders and I do the rest, grabbing it and throwing it to the floor.

  I thrust my ass back at him, pressing it against his body, and I have to close my eyes as I feel the hardness he hides in his crotch. Swaying my hips from side to side, I grind against his cock as hard as I can, his long shape nested between my cheeks. My skin prickles as I feel him pulsing against my nakedness, and a violent desire to be consumed by him overtakes me.

  “Don’t hold back,” I tell him. Then, I feel a sudden urge inside of me, a forbidden word bubbling up to the surface, and I open my mouth again. “Don’t hold back… Daddy,” I say, and my insides clench as the sound of it rolls out from between my lips. Looking over my shoulder at him, I see the expression of delight on his face.

  “I never hold back,” he whispers against my ear.

  With his chest on my back, the outline of his perfectly carved muscles pressed against my skin, I start rocking my ass against him once again. I dart my hands back and, even though I can’t see what I’m doing, I let desire be my guide: I unbuckle his belt and pull it out, my fingers zipping down his fly with a pent-up fury I haven’t felt in a long time. I let the bulging inside his boxer briefs push against my ass, its thickness resting against my crack in a way that makes me grow even wetter.

  I allow my unconscious mind to take charge and I turn to Daniel, his eyes falling on my tits. He grabs them eagerly, his fingers cupping the softness of my flesh as he leans into me, and then he takes his lips to one hard nipple, engulfing it and softly flicking against it with his tongue.

  My hands fall down the side of his body and I tug on his pants, sending them down his legs; taking the hint, he kicks off his shoes and removes his trousers as I pull his open shirt down his arms. I put both my hands on his chest and push him back hard, just enough so that I can take in the sight of the perfect man right in front of me. Of all the men in the world, God had to make my stepfather the one I simply can’t resist. How’s that for cosmic irony?

  My eyes wander down from his face to his chest; the lines between his abdominals almost making me salivate, and then settle into the long shape that tents his underwear. I take my hand there, curling my fingers around it as my heart keeps racing faster. With his pulsing cock on my hand, I’m hit by the sudden desire to show him the kind of pleasure I can give him... I don’t even have to think twice about it: I’m on my knees before my brain even has the time to second guess itself.

  I look up at Daniel, a devious grin of anticipation on his lips. Just the way I like it. I lean forward, tilting my head to the side and laying my lips over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I feel his thick shape becoming even harder, straining against the fabric that holds it, and I start sucking on it over the boxers. God, what is he hiding under his boxers? It feels huge. I close my eyes then, his hands resting on the top of my head. Cupping his balls with one hand, I start sucking harder as I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers, slightly pulling them down, just enough for a tan line to reveal itself.

  I know he can barely wait; he wants me to pull his boxers down, for me to take his cock in my mouth with eagerness and anxiety of an inexperienced woman. But I take my time; I tease him hard, wanting to prolong his razor thin edge of anticipation. Inch by slow inch, I pull his boxers down, Daniel grabbing my hair harder with each teasing movement of my fingers.

  I keep teasing him to no end, my fingers softly brushing against his shape. Then, when he least expects it, I push his boxers down with a jerking motion and his cock springs free with a brutish eagerness.

  It’s simply massive; even bigger than I expected it to be. I’ve felt it with my hand and with my mouth, but seeing it now, so dangerously close to my lips… A shiver goes up and down my spine as I imagine me guiding his menacingly thick cock between my thighs, his fat head pushing my inner lips aside as he rams it inside me.

  Oh, my stepfather is proving to be so much more than I anticipated.

  Grabbing his cock harshly, I lean into him and wrap my lips around the tip of his long member, sucking and savoring his saltiness. He tastes like a man should: raw and brimming with testosterone.

  I open my mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide deep inside of my mouth as I lean forward. I go as deep as I can, realizing that I've never felt a cock as big as his rolling over my tongue. How is it even possible for him to be so perfect? You can say whatever you want about my mother, but I have to give it to her: she knew how to choose men.

  Hitting my breaking point, I pull back out. Then, firmly grabbing his cock by the root, I start bobbing my head, his length going in and out of my mouth at a frantic pace. He tries to guide me with his hands, but I keep my own rhythm until he finally realizes that I need no guidance, the rhythm of my mouth on his shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury.

  Pulling back out again, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; I start stroking him then, my eyes never leaving his. There’s a fire raging inside of me, and I’m going to let it consume us both.

  “Fuck me, Daddy… I need it,” I whisper, grabbing his hand and standing up; I do it fast, my hand leaving his cock and resting on his chest. With a devilish smile on my lips, I take one step forward and push him back. I keep walking, guiding him across the bedroom until the back of his knees meet the edge of my bed; one final push and he falls back on the mattress, sitting down. I climb on top of him, but instead of guiding his cock inside of me here and now, I decide I still want more first.

  I roll to the side, moving as fast as I can, and lie down as I pull him after me. He grins, taking the hint; he places both his hands on my knees and parts my legs, positioning himself between my thighs.

  “Show me what you can do, Daddy...” I tell him with a purr, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, he’s going to show me what he can do, that’s for sure.

  Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue; then he sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.

  Oh, I want this bad. Lying down on the mattress, right between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. After my teasing remark, I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... and hell that sounds just right.

  I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.

  With the gentleness of a man who knows his way around a woman’s body, he circles my clit with his tongue before lic
king my folds in a downward line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.

  Oh, this is a nice start. I want more.

  I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. Daniel isn’t a man I can dominate, just look at his muscles, each one of them brimming with power. I might be a strong woman, but I’m no match for his imposing body. In fact, I doubt anyone but my stepbrother could match him. The two of them are simply one step above everyone else.

  I take my other hand and tangle all of my fingers in his hair, thrusting my hips upward as hard as I can. A grin dawns on me as I feel his lips then; this time, he grants me what I need.

  He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue. I try and prepare myself for what’s coming, but I’m just not ready for it; the moment he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with a fiery intensity, I just arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that rages through me to run free.

  Relentless, Daniel eats me out as if my pussy is the most delicious thing in the whole universe. I sway my hips up and down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the frenetic cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind stretched thin by the ferocity of his kiss.

  “Oh, Daddy, it feels so good,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.