100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, no warning at all, and my moaning turns into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.

  It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.

  For a fraction of a second, I think of Colt; what if he’s inside the house? What if he can hear us? If Colt got here any time during the past few minutes, there’s no way he wouldn’t figure out what’s happening between our stepfather and I… But what can I do about it? Nothing except surrender to all this pleasure, and let me tell you, it isn’t as easy as it looks.

  I’m not one to get tired easily, but if we keep going like this I’ll end up sore and exhausted. Does it seem like I’m complaining? Because I’m not; I’ve been dying to have a man make me feel sore and exhausted. Well, I finally got exactly what I wanted. And, to be completely honest, I don’t think Daniel’s going to be free of soreness tomorrow either.

  While my mind tries to deal with this whirlpool of scattered thoughts, Daniel pulls out and climbs on top of me. I feel his body pressing down on mine and, opening my eyes, I take my hands to his face and take a deep breath. There’s a seriousness on his lips, but his eyes remain gentle.

  I pull him close then, my mouth on his. It’s time; I want him now.

  “Take me… Fuck me hard. As hard as you can, Daddy,” I find myself saying. His eyes narrow with desire at my words; I bet he never imagined he’d end up fucking his stepdaughter. Well, that goes both ways.

  “Are you sure? There’s no going back from this,” he asks me, an all-consuming fire burning in his eyes. His words are nothing more than a formality… There’s no stopping us right now.

  “I’m more than sure,” I mewl. His grin grows wilder, and then he grabs me by the hands; he lies down on the mattress, pulling me after him. I follow quickly, climbing on top of him with an urgent gasp.

  I grab his cock and place it right on my pussy, his tip resting against my wetness. He bucks his hips at me, my inner folds parting and engulfing his thick head. With that maddening grin of lust dancing on his lips, he thrusts hard. The moment his shaft slides inside of me, it’s as if my body is burning from the inside out. I lean into him, my fingers clawing at his chest.

  I’m screaming... Oh, I’m screaming really loud now. It’s impossible not to; Daniel is fucking me in such a way that pleasure turns into sound, his cock filling me up so perfectly that my screams sound like a symphony to my own ears. As he rams his thick cock inside me I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him, my whole body being torn apart by pleasure.

  I remain still for God knows how long, my body still trying to adjust to the enormous cock inside of my pussy. I lift my ass slightly up and moan, his thickness completely devastating me, then I ease myself down, making him go deep once more. Before I know it, I’m riding him in a pendulum motion, his cock sliding in and out at a careful and gentle pace.

  I start going faster, not even knowing if I can take it. But I don’t care… I just don’t. I want it fast and hard, I want him to lash out at me with all the raging ferocity that he’s capable of.

  I don’t even need to say it. With both his hands grabbing hard at my ass cheeks, he starts rocking his hips against mine fast, his cock hitting me deep inside my pussy with such demolishing strength that I can’t even recall what my name is right now.

  “It feels so good… Yes, Daddy, yes…” I moan, completely out of control.

  I try and match his rhythm, bucking my hips at him at such a quick pace that I start to run out of breath. But Daniel doesn’t ease up; he keeps thrusting and thrusting, all of my senses completely overwhelmed by a feeling so damn pleasant it should be illegal.

  I can already tell that my stepfather is like a drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked. What I’m doing is dangerous like that, and I have no idea what’s going to happen after this… But, right now, it just doesn’t matter. Consequences? Right now they’re the last things on my mind.

  He smacks my ass, grabbing my ass cheeks hard and feeling the sway of my body with his fingers. My muscles become tight and I know it’s coming; I surrender to that tidal wave of pleasure willingly.

  “OH GOD!” I scream out in ecstasy, my limbs flailing as if I’m having a seizure. Well, I am… I’m having a seizure of pure devastating pleasure. It courses through my veins fast and, for a split second, I can’t see or hear. All that my brain is capable of processing is the rush of endorphins that Daniel’s cock has unleashed inside of me.

  “More, Daddy,” I mutter, my body screaming for the sweet punishment only his cock can give me.

  I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. Rolling to the side, I sigh as I feel the mattress shifting under my weight. .

  “Let’s see if you can really take more,” he whispers, and then grabs me by the hips, turning me around with the harsh movement of his arms. I act fast; before he can hook his fingers on my waist, I’m already jutting my ass back at him. Adrenaline and ecstasy are running through me, and I use them to prop myself up on all fours and wiggle my ass at him.

  “More, Daddy… I can take it all,” I whisper, licking my lips as I prepare for the next round. He slaps my ass hard enough for me to moan and bite my lower lip; I half-expect him to smack me again, but the next thing I feel is his thick cock pressing against my pussy. I push my ass backwards by instinct and he buries his whole length in me.

  This time there’s nothing gentle about it. There’s just unbridled lust, a savage desire to fuck me senseless, which is exactly what he does. He starts to thrust at me like a ferocious beast, each movement of his drawing a high-pitched scream out of my lips. Have I ever been fucked like this? Oh, I doubt it; I really doubt it.

  “Harder!” I tell him. “Harder, Daddy!” He has already pushed me to the limits, but I want to go beyond that. By the time we’re done, I want to be utter and completely spent.

  And that moment is coming soon.

  Each thrust of his makes my body tense up, pent up energy pooling on my extremities and aching to be set free. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life as he keeps his relentless pace.

  “Don’t stop!” I moan, bucking my ass back at him, his thighs slapping hard on my ass cheeks. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe he just can’t help himself—either way, instead of stopping he doubles his efforts.

  He pistons into me mercilessly, and both of our bodies tense up as a coiled spring. I’m bunching up the sheets, clawing at the mattress like a wild animal, when that final wave of devastation hits me. I collapse, my body going limp and shaking at the same time. My God, is this what Heaven feels like? There’s a sweet pulsing inside of me, sparks of electricity waking parts inside of my mind I didn’t even know existed. This is the definition of perfection.

  At the first spasm of his cock, he pulls out of me swiftly. One of his hands squeeze hard on my ass cheeks as I hear him growl; one fraction of a second after and I feel his warm cum hitting my lower back.

  I moan as the warmness of his semen coats my skin, his cock spraying all over my ass and back. I roll around, facing him and baring my chest to his spasming cock. He looks at me with a sated look behind his eyes, holding his cock as it keeps squirting thick ropes of cum all over my breasts and stomach. I’ve never seen a man cum so much, my God.

  His seed hits me straight in the face then, and I run my tongue between my lips, scooping it up. It’s salty and raw, and I swallow it at once, Daniel’s flavor going down my throat and lingering in my mouth.

  I give him my best grin as he finishes, his cock still twitching in his hand. With an exhausted
sigh, he lays down next to me, his eyes closed as I turn to him and caress his chest with the tip of my fingers.

  “This was amazing…” I breathe out, and he just smiles at me. Of course it was; his exhausted eyes seem to tell me.

  Of course it was.

  California Sexing 3/15/2017

  I mean, because my job doesn't involve sex at all, right?

  Sure, I had welcome back to California sex.

  But it wasn't there same. Sure there was the crash of waves in the background, but it wasn't Hawaii.

  And then I went to get sushi for lunch today and you know what I realized?

  For thousands of years, men have been valuing women based on how big their tits are, how small their waist is, and how juicy their ass is. I mean, they do it so much that women do it to each other now too.

  So, lemme start my fucking rant. Because that shit is fucked up, but I almost get why men think like that. Those are physically attractive characteristics about a girl. And taken together, women are very beautiful. No wonder they've had wars fought over them in the past. And like anything shiny, it's something that rich and powerful men have wanted to acquire for as long as history has been written.

  Well guess what?

  All that is changing with me.

  A guy could be a fucking brain surgeon, from now on, I'm only gonna care about how big his cock is and how many abs he's got and how defined his muscles are.

  Guy became President of the United States? How big is his dick?

  Some guy rescued a kitty from a tree? Great, but what are those pecs like? And how big is his dick? If he's 12 inches, then he's STANDARD. If he's 11 inches, then he's "One Inch Short".

  I wanna get men as fucking insecure about their bodies as women. And on the flip side, fuck the world. If I wanna eat that last slice of pie, then fuck you world for telling me I gotta be a size 0.

  This shit needs to fucking stop. When I was growing up, my mom told me that I couldn't eat certain foods or I'd gain weight and never get married. It wasn't her fault. The people around me all ate like so little it's still something I sometimes have to work on - to remember to eat. And of course I'm not married yet, but that's because I like sucking dick. Lots of dick. With lot's of yummy cum spraying on my face and on my tits.

  Oh, speaking of which, yesterday to the guy that was here, I was like "Yeah, fuck me, Daddy," and he got so weirded out. I mean, he still finished but he was like Jesus what is it with you. So I showed him like the Top 1000 books on Amazon and he was like uhmm, ok wow. Then we had sex again and he was about to fall asleep but I wanted him to leave, so I wrapped myself around him and said "You fuck me so good, Daddy" and he basically left. So I found a good way to get rid of guys! Yay!!

  Love and kisses and lots of hugs!

  Alexis

  So Sore! 3/16/2017

  I'm sore from exercise. And by exercise I mean a boot camp program I started!

  Seriously, get your mind outta the gutter lol! Although I was telling Jillian Quinn how sore I am and she was like from a booty call? And I was like no from boot camp? And she was like, not from sex? Sex is exercise, right?

  And I just shook my head to myself because I am so sore I can barely think. Like I'm so sore that it took me this long to even send out my email. All I wanna do is fall asleep. And wake up in like a year.

  So this is the first day of this boot camp thing and it's something I did after Hawaii because I knew after all the eating and drinking I was gonna be doing there I would need to lose 5 pounds fast. Especially since summer is coming. And summer means you gotta be bikini ready. Seriously this summer I need to live at the beach.

  So Men of the House is coming to you - a collaboration between me and Lana Hartley - and we're writing as Abby Angel. You already saw the chapter and gave me your feedback - it was soooo helpful and it's coming to ARC this Sunday! Releasing this Monday.

  Which is about the same time that Kendall Vs. Twins comes out with Savannah May. So much smut cumming your way. How will you keep your head above all this filth? Oh that's right, we like to wallow in it, like bad lil' slutty angels, don't we?

  Oh, that reminds me. I got an email yesterday from someone! Here, lemme show you!

  So then I was polite. I was like, oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to unsubscribe you? And they were polite too - and were all like yes please.

  But I asked the last question - like why do you not like me? Why do you hate me so much?

  And no answer. Like why the fuck did you sign up for my newsletter?

  Did you think I was some sweet woman who subscribed to the whole man is my anchor I can't live without a fucking husband ideology?

  What?

  Do I offend them with my whole rant about pussy first?

  Do they get fucking offended by my "unladylike" way of fucking talking?

  Well, fuck that. Remember my two words? To the haters?

  Fuck off.

  Haha, yep. First hate mail. And I finally got to say fuck off to someone.

  Hugs and kisses and lots of love!

  Alexis

  Morning Cock 3/20/2017

  We're waiting for Mona Cox to go live, in the meantime, here is what is going on!

  Not much. You know how much I hate Mondays. I went to this guys house last night but I was so tired from 3 parties on Facebook and ARCs I just fell asleep.

  I mean, I woke up in the morning and made up for it, don't get me wrong. But then my friend texted me as I was jerking the guy and I stopped. I mean I was still asleep but you know when you're asleep and you wake yourself up on a cock? It was an okay cock. Maybe 8 inches. Nothing to write home about, but nothing that makes you go ew.

  That's how much I love my readers who text me. Or how much I'm just whatever about this guy, I was like oh hey ya lets chat.

  So this guy has blue balls. It's okay. I'll take care of it tonight. I have a surprise planned. After writing my Mona Cox I'm going to buy some La Perla today. And then I'm gonna do some sexy sexy seducing for this guy otherwise his ego will never recover.

  Sex Haze! 3/23/2017

  I promise it's not a sex haze or anything!

  I think it was the fact that I got back from vacation, released two books and went from Facebook party to Facebook party that I'm losing a grip on certain things.

  And Cheryl, wow you gotta really admire my PA because she's putting most of the odds and ends together and keeping it from falling apart lol.

  Like wanna take a peek back behind the curtain? Here is a normal day between me and Cheryl Maddox, my PA texting....

  Cheryl: Good morning, Angel. ;) Did you sleep well?

  Alexis: I'm so sleepy. Why you wake me so early?

  Cheryl: It's 10 am, love. I've been up for 7 hours already.

  Alexis: Ooooh. Is there man meat in DLA? I'm horny!

  Cheryl: When are you not, dear? Did you pick winners yet for the Angel Game?

  Alexis: No, I gotta do that. But lemme tell you about this guy that came over last night.

  Cheryl: Smh. You need to pick winners and then go do your newsletter. And then you need to write.

  Alexis: Ya, but this guy, his cock was like so freakin' big

  Cheryl: Also you need to give me quotes from your book for teasers. And you need write.

  Alexis: Ya, but babe, did you get any last night?

  Cheryl: How about if you pick winner then I tell you. Oh and you have a party in 2 hours.

  Alexis: Can I just stay in bed? I'm on DLA and these pictures are getting me hornier.

  Cheryl: If you can do all that from bed, sure! :)

  Alexis: I wanna cum first!

  Cheryl: Then you have 3 minutes.

  Alexis: Wait, I'm not that wet yet.

  Cheryl: Doesn't matter. The clock is ticking.

  Alexis: Wait babe, my clit is still sore!

  Cheryl: 2 minutes 30 seconds

  Alexis: oooh. im typng one hand! Can you send me some pictures?

  Cheryl: No. LMAO

  Alexis:
I can't cum in 2 minutes!

  Cheryl: Well, then here are the links to the games. Go pick winners instead. It's like cumming, but work.

  Alexis: :(

  Cheryl: Love you too

  You see why I love her so much?

  Sorry 3/24/2017

  I apologize.

  Dear Angels,

  Earlier today (or yesterday, depending on your time zone) I sent a newsletter out which referenced the tragic events in London. At the time I was writing my newsletter, I was upset and speaking from a place of anger, desperation, and sadness while still attempting to go through my day. Prior to writing, I used to live for 6 months in Kensington – a neighborhood in London – and so this was something that hit me close to home.

  None of this is an excuse and really cannot justify the words that I used. But I wish to state my profound apologies to anyone who felt offended at my email. It was not my intent to use tragic events to sell books but in hindsight I see that’s exactly what it looks like. I have no excuse for my actions except to apologize for a very egregious mistake.