Head Hunter: A Virgin Billionaire Reverse Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “I thought we were waiting till the wedding?” he asks me, deadpanning.

  I pout. He’s right of course. Six months ago, as I was approaching my last trimester, Ethan proposed to me.

  He told me he wanted to make an honest woman out of me before we got married.

  I told him yes. I mean, come on, right? Why would I have doubts about marrying the man I love.

  But I also told him I wanted to wait.

  I wanted our daughter to be born first. And then have her at our wedding. I wanted to share the happiest day of my life with everyone that I loved, you know?

  Plus, get a chance to work off all the pounds so I could still turn heads.

  “You’re right,” I pout. Three weeks ago, we told each other that we’d re-virginize ourselves and not have sex till our wedding night.

  The only problem is, our wedding is still another seven days away.

  I know, stop rolling your eyes, hun. You’re probably asking yourself what’s seven days without sex, huh?

  Don’t lie.

  And just remember, seven days without sex may not seem like much, but when you’re living with the absolute hottest piece of man meat on the planet, every minute feels like a month.

  “You can do it, babe,” Ethan says with a laugh and gets up as I stare at his ass. “Besides, we can’t get too crazy. Cheryl and Walter are bringing Anna back from the park.”

  Anna. That’s our little baby girl’s name. She was 6 pounds and 3 ounces when she came out and she’s been the apple of her father’s eye since then. I’ve never in my life thought I’d see that day when Ethan Kane began to change diapers.

  But it’s true.

  Walter and Cheryl. That’s another surprise that I never saw coming. Turns out our assistants decided to follow the example that their bosses set and get together as well. Who would have thought it, huh?

  But they balance each other out. Cheryl is strong where Walter is thoughtful. He’ll come up with the plan and Cheryl will make sure its executable.

  Together they’ve been looking after Anna a lot and really taken to their godparent duties with gusto.

  “We don’t have to get crazy if we’re quick,” I say to Ethan, standing up and sauntering over to him. He eyes me. I can feel his stare as it goes up and down my curvy body. I smile. I have him. “Besides, a blowjob isn’t sex, right? On the West Coast, they call it a California handshake.”

  Ethan grows as my body presses against him. It’s been a long time for him too, and I can feel his hard cock tenting his dress pants.

  “Oh, is that your cock, Ethan?” I ask as I rub up against his body. “It feels good, poking into my stomach. I want to run my mouth over the head. I want to lick it, suck it, and make it squirt.”

  Ethan’s hands grab me and in that moment, it’s better than any virtual reality I could have had. I have the most amazing man in the world. And he’s all mine. Forever.

  “Is that the best you got for me, Man Chaser?” Ethan asks me, pulling me close to him, his nostrils flaring.

  “You think you can handle any more of me, Woman Tamer?” I shoot back.

  Ethan smiles and I kiss him as he pushes me back to the sofa. My hands are grasping at his trousers and I unbuckle his belt and unzip him.

  Sure, we said we’d wait.

  But we’ll have plenty of waiting when Anna is back with Cheryl and Walter.

  For now, it’s all about celebrating the times to cum.

  Second Epilogue - Brittney

  I know it’s been a while now since you first met me, but you ever wonder if things like this could really happen?

  I do.

  Or at least I did.

  I mean, again, don’t tell Ethan, okay? But there are days where I literally wonder if I’m living in a dream.

  I have the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Who seems to have a cock that that can do its own bench presses at times with the power and intensity that it fucks me with. I have a beautiful daughter. Living a gilded life in the skies of Manhattan.

  But you know, none of this story would have ever been possible without Alexis.

  That’s why when I walk into the master bedroom and see Ethan still getting ready, I tell him to hurry.

  We don’t want to be late for the launch, that’s for sure.

  “You know, usually it’s the woman that runs late,” I tell Ethan, rolling my eyes.

  He glares at me. “You want to tell Cheryl that you have to go to a party when she’s going over the weekly schedule?”

  I shrug. Cheryl is a sweetie, and I know Ethan realizes that.

  “Besides, what’s this party for again?” he asks me.

  I swear, he may be handsome and intelligent and sweet, but sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t have selective memory. Or selective hearing.

  “Alexis invited us to the launch of her book,” I tell Ethan. “You know, like I told you at least three times this morning.”

  “Oh, fuck. You’re right,” Ethan says. “What book again?”

  Oh. My. God.

  I swear to…

  That’s when I see Ethan smile and give me his infuriating but charming smirk.

  “Got you, didn’t I?” he asks.

  Ugh. Sometimes I love him, but I just want to punch him.

  He comes over to me and stands close. “Here,” he says. “I got you this.”

  He pulls out an envelope and hands it to me.

  “What is it?” I ask even as I open it.

  “Alexis wanted us to have it in case our lives ever got interesting again,” he tells me.

  I look at it. Its a single paper.

  With a few contact details.

  Alexis Angel:

  Email: author.alexisangel@gmail.com

  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754

  Newsletter: Naughty Angels.

  Newsletter Link: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9

  I look up at Ethan. “Do you think our lives will continue to be as interesting?” I ask him.

  He smiles at me. I’m sure that our lives won’t be boring, but I wouldn’t really mind. As long as my family is around me.

  “Well, you know, after Alexis wrote Red & Blue and the Governor and that Mayor fucking the Senator, or Scandalous about the Mayor’s son fucking his hot stepmom, or Client 5 about Arsen and his phone sex business, she’s been pretty hot,” Ethan says.

  “I think the only thing I haven’t read by her is Jailbait,” I tell Ethan, rolling my eyes. This is old news to me. I’m the one that found Alexis, remember?

  “Yeah, but did you know she also writes in collaboration with another author called Erin Wright? They’re going to have a new pen name called Mona Cox,” Ethan tells me.

  I look over at him. Big, hulking, cut, ripped, whatever you want to call it. He’s talking to me about fucking romance novels.

  “Since when did you start reading the works of my author friends?” I ask him.

  He smiles. “Since they started writing about the fucking hot as hell sex we have, babe,” he says to me.

  He takes a step closer and I can already feel that giant monster sized cock of his poking me. I mean, 12 inches. It’s going to reach me before the rest of his body does if it’s hard.

  “You know we have a party to go to,” I murmur as Ethan nuzzles his face on my neck.

  “That’s what I’ve been doing the last half hour was reading her book about us, babe,” Ethan says. “And holy fucking Christ we are fucking hot.”

  Oh, don’t I know it. Remember, the whole thinking I’m in a dream?

  “Brings back some memories, doesn’t it?” Ethan asks. “Reading about us.”

  He’s right and just thinking back to what you’ve read in the last 75,000 words and actually remembering those experiences - I dunno - I don’t resist as I feel his hands grab my ass and pull me towards him.

  In fact, I may actually be doing a little grinding of my pussy against his cock.

  Whatever it is, it’s enough to bring us in
for a kiss.

  And then one more. And another.

  Until Ethan unzips the zipper on my dress and lets it fall to the floor.

  I stand there in my strapless bra and black lace thong.

  “Turn around and bend over,” Ethan tells me. It’s not a question. More a statement of what I’m going to do.

  Which I am more than happy to comply with.

  As I turn around, I see the clock on the nightstand.

  Oh, fuck. We’re going to be late. We can’t do this.

  But then I feel his cock against my ass cheeks.

  That pulsing, throbbing, giant cock of his. I feel his hands squeeze my ass. My body begins to tremble with lust.

  And you know what? I can be late.

  I’d rather get fucked by this piece of gorgeous man meat right now than anything else in the world.

  Alexis is a sweetie, though, so listen.

  You’ve been with me this far. You’ve seen everything.

  You’ve kept secrets when it was just me and you talking.

  Can you do one last thing for me?

  Can you email Alexis or tell her on Facebook that I’m going to be late? That Ethan and I are going to be late to her party.

  Tell her, “They’re busy fucking again.”

  She’ll know what you mean.

  Thank you so much, hun! Love you and hope you had fun!

  Red & Blue

  A Dark MFM Romance

  Take two of the most notorious men in politics and add one bad girl. Power has never corrupted so absolutely.

  Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews rule their opposing political parties. Both are leaders of men. Both can have any woman he wants. But away from the cameras lies a deep seated rivalry…

  Until it explodes.

  Now, with their careers on the line, and their names dragged through scandal, the one person who can save them may be more of a badass than both of them combined. Curvy and confident Vivian Hawthorne, the youngest Senator in the history of the nation, has never met a bad boy she didn’t turn into a mewling kitten.

  But can this Senator handle both their…agendas?

  As Liam and Carter compete in a final showdown, a tantalizing new possibility presents itself - one that will change their lives forever, if it doesn't cost them the ultimate price.

  Come raise your polls with this exciting new dark MFM ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers or crossing swords, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? You know it.

  Liam

  THWACK!

  I swear to fucking God that’s the sound that gets made when I slap Naomi’s plump, round ass. It sounds so lewd, so profane that I fucking love it.

  Naomi moans and everything I said about lewd and profane is just multiplied by a factor of one hundred.

  She’s a nasty woman, in a good fucking way. The kind that sticks her hand down your pants and starts massaging your cock in public. The kind that gives the wet, sloppy blowjobs that you need to clean up with a mop afterwards.

  "Oh, Liam, that feels so good!" Naomi moans again, jutting her ass back against me and shucking herself against my tree trunk of a cock that’s going in and out of her like a fucking piston.

  That’s right. I’m fucking the shit out of her doggie style. Not what you expected America’s youngest Mayor to be doing at the World Mayor’s Day conference in Paris, did you?

  And, no, I’m not going to mimic the sounds that are happening when my cock is diving into her pussy. The slurping, sucking, slapping sounds that are coming from the two of us as my monster cock ravages this poor heiress’ pussy.

  That’s right. Heiress. Scion of the Boltiador family fortune. You’ve heard of them, right? They control nearly all the fucking gold mines in the Philippines and the copper mines in Indonesia. Not just that, but the fucking oil wells off the cost of Singapore and the coal mines in Australia.

  So what right? That’s probably what you’re wondering. What does an heiress’s family business have to do with me fucking her?

  "Oh baby … oh baby … oh ba … ughh!" Naomi groans loudly as my cock brushes up against a delicate cluster of nerve endings inside of her, pushing her over the edge. Her lithe body trembles in my hands and I feel her knees give way. I can feel the walls of her pussy spasm and tighten against my cock. She’s cumming. Hard.

  I’m not that far away from cumming myself. But before I spew obscene gallons of cum into this Trojan, let me go ahead and introduce myself to those of you who haven’t seen my chiseled face and deep icy blue eyes on the cover of Time Magazine and Newsweek. My name is Liam Jeffries.

  If you just did a double take darlin’ that’s okay. Yes, I am that that Liam Jeffries. The motherfucking bad boy Mayor. America’s Youngest Mayor at 32 years old. Heartthrob of millions of women around the world who see me with my fucking ripped body – my cut pecs and my 8-pack abs. That same self-made billionaire who talked his way into Harvard University even though he came from dirt-poor backgrounds. The 6’ 3" wet dream that you have every time you see me on the news. That’s mainly because the news reporters love covering me. You should see the female reporters drool every time they interview me. And they try to find any excuse to talk to me. We’re installing a new stoplight in New Kingston—that’s the city I manage—and they’ll come to my office for an exclusive. Cat got stuck in a tree—they need to do a breaking news sit down. They're all hoping for some one-on-one time to get my rugged face on their show. And once the cameras stop rolling, if they’re female, they get on their fucking knees. They hike up their prim and proper skirts or throw off their pantsuits and moan, and start polishing my knob. They moan like a slut as they impale themselves on my monster fuck stick.

  Just how big are we talking about, Liam, you’re probably asking. You’ve heard the rumors. You’ve seen the hour-long special on Access Hollywood and Extra. I think they called the show something like Liam’s Legend.

  Well, it’s no fucking legend, I can tell you that. It’s fucking 12 inches of cock that swings between my legs. That’s right. Once you go Liam, you’re in a whole new world, baby.

  But if you think I’m bragging, then you’re absolutely fucking right, I am. Don’t like it? Think I’m a cocky fucking asshole? Well, guess what baby? I completely agree with you 100%.

  Don't get me wrong. I’m not being cocky just to be an asshole. Although that would be fun. But I got good cause to act like I own the fucking world. I came from absolutely nothing. We used to fucking live on one meal a day. My parents made sure we went to school so we would get the free lunches we were so fucking poor. I grew up in the Andrews Estate in New York City. Toughest fucking place to grow up, out of the entire city. Located smack dab in the South Bronx, I had absolutely nothing.

  And now I strut the world like a fucking colossus. Because I am.

  "You like that, darlin’?" I ask Naomi and she’s biting her lip as I thrust one last time before pulling out.

  Naomi doesn't waste any time as she gets on her knees and takes my cock with both hands. She knows what I like. She’s heard the stories before. From the Hollywood starlets I’ve banged who still want to get in on the action. The models. The pop stars. The porn stars that swore up and down that if I ever entered the industry they would only work with me.

  Before I know it, Naomi has taken off my condom and is jerking my pole with one hand as she starts massaging my balls with another and using her tongue to stimulate the underside of my tip. Jesus fuck. This dark-haired heiress is going to make me cum.

  She’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, but I’ve seen so many that it doesn’t matter to me anymore. At least that’s what I’m starting to believe. Naomi doesn’t even have a tight pussy. You can tell all of those evenings getting fucked in Cannes and then Park City and Monaco are starting to take their fucking toll on her.

  I feel a shudder travel up my spine.


  "I just felt your balls tighten," she tells me, looking up at me and giving me a slutty smile.

  She’s good, I guess. But I gotta tell you, I’m not really completely here in the moment with her. A lot of sex with a lot of women, all of who compliment you on your fucking Apollo-esque body, your two arms covered in tattoos, and your monstrous cock, will leave you with a crazy detachment from the act of sex itself. This woman means nothing to me.

  That’s not to say that when she wriggles her tongue on the base of my shaft and brings it up and wraps her lips around my tips and begins to suck that I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I feel enough to push me over the edge.

  "Fuck," I groan loudly and feel my body go. This is it. An arc of electricity paralyzes me as it shoots from my loins and seizes my muscles in my body and I feel my cum racing out. I see my cock explode a moment later.

  Thick, long, gooey ropes of cum blast out of my slit and they make a mess on Naomi that I can tell will need a fucking beach towel to clean up.

  The first shot hits her square in the forehead. It literally splatters. She angles my cock slightly down and the second shot hits her cheek and nose. The third sails into her open mouth and lands on her tongue, but it starts rolling out and dribbling off her tongue and onto her chin and her smallish tits. The fifth and sixth shots hit her chin and neck.

  Fuck, just watching this woman coat her body with my cum is enough to get my cock twitching again. I’m still dribbling the last spurts and Naomi wastes no time, swallowing what’s left in her mouth and wrapping her lips around my tip, sucking again.

  She tries her best to empty me out, and after several swallows, finally lets my cock free with a loud popping noise.

  She starts scooping up the cum that's running in rivulets down her body as she looks at me with wanton eyes of unbridled lust.

  "I think Mr. Mayor," she coos, "That if you can help me get cleaned up and get my clothes back on so we can look somewhat presentable at the rest of the conference, that I can guarantee those factory jobs in New Kingston."