The F*ck Book: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  We shared moans of pleasure over the food. Damn, this garlic bread was from scratch, with her fingerprints on it. Simply amazing.

  But we had to do more than just sigh ecstatically over the meal tonight. So opening my eyes, I peppered my best girl with questions.

  “Did you get an A on that paper from the other day?” I asked. Beth deserved an A. More than an A. An A+.

  Because my girl is a hard worker. She’d been working her ass off for a term paper in English class, and when she read the words out loud to me, it was damn good. Professional quality writing. I was being honest when I told her she deserved an A+, nothing less.

  And whatever Beth puts her head to, she succeeds. Her cooking. Her grades. Even the sex we have is A+ quality. Most times, girls don’t get this good in the sack unless they’ve boinked tons of guys in the past. So yeah, if I hadn’t seen and tasted her hymen myself, I would’ve sworn she’d been with a guy before. Lots of guys, her pussy was just so responsive.

  But my sweet librarian has only had my mouth on her clit.

  My cock in her cunt.

  My tongue in her ass.

  And yet, she was still so innocent.

  Showering me with a beaming smile, Beth turned my way.

  “I did get an A, Mason!” The girl practically bounced up and down in her chair, she was so damn excited. “I was going to wait until after dinner to show you. The professor wrote a really nice note on my paper, it was surprising,” she blushed. “Normally, Professor Evans is stand-offish and cold. You know, the academic in the ivory tower.”

  “Is this the one you wanted to be your mentor?” I asked curiously.

  “Yes. She’s the one with that bestseller book I showed you at the library.”

  From what Beth told me, she wanted to be a writer just like this Professor Evans person. The brunette was so talented and articulate, I was sure she’d succeed.

  “No worries honey, you’ll get there. Your prose is magnificent, the best I’ve read in my life,” I said sincerely.

  She blushed and squirmed a little in her seat before waving a hand in the air.

  “Oh you,” she pooh-poohed. “You’re just saying that.”

  But I wasn’t. The fact is that this woman is amazing, and I was completely nuts over her. No wonder my mom was able to tell.

  But before I could say anything, my best girl interrupted.

  “We’re always talking about me, Mason,” Beth smiled. “Tell me about you for once.” She twirled the spaghetti around her fork and took a healthy bite. Good. If anything, I wanted her to gain weight, to put on a good twenty pounds during my watch. Keep eating, baby girl, keep eating.

  And my reply was easy.

  “There’s not much to tell,” I said with a shrug.

  “I don’t believe that for a second.” She urged me on with a sweet smile and that dimple to her cheek. “Come on, tell me something.”

  Did I really want to reveal my secrets? The fuck book and all that? Naw, pass, pretty baby. I don’t want to hurt your feelings.

  But Beth wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  “Come on Mason,” she wheedled. “We always talk about me. Let’s hear about you for once.”

  I shook my head again.

  “Naw honey, there’s nothing good,” I demurred. “Nothing that’s worth hearing.”

  She fixed me with a mock glare then.

  “Mason Carlton, you’re a billionaire at forty-five. You’re a man with incredible achievements, leading a multinational conglomerate. Now come on, there’s something there that you want to share,” she coaxed bewitchingly.

  Oh shit. Beth wasn’t gonna take no for an answer today.

  Fine.

  Let her have it.

  “I’ve been a jerk my whole life,” I began roughly.

  But my girl didn’t believe it. She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, eyes sparkling.

  “You are not a jerk. What you are is a kind man. Look how good you’ve been to me.” She put her fork down and pointed things out on each finger. “First, you’re helping me with rent. I appreciate that a lot Mason, especially since I’m here with you all the time.”

  But before I could say anything, Beth continued.

  “Second,” she said, taking a deep breath, “you’re helping with tuition. Again, I appreciate the gesture because there’s no reason you should, except from the kindness of your heart.”

  I tried to interrupt once more, but the girl wouldn’t let me.

  “And finally,” she finished, “you support my dreams. Never once have you scorned my desire to be a writer. You’ve never looked down on me, saying this or that is impossible. Instead, you support me wholeheartedly, and I appreciate that a lot,” she breathed, looking me in the eye. “More than you realize.”

  Well damn. If that wasn’t the most heartfelt speech ever. If I had to guess, the little girl was falling in love, if she wasn’t head over heels already.

  But that was the thing. Beth didn’t really know me at all, not really. Tuition? Rent? Please, that shit was a drop in the bucket next to my billions. Plus, if she wanted to be a writer, I’d buy a publishing house to make it happen. Just a couple calls, and she’d be an acclaimed author, winning literary prizes right and left. It was that easy.

  So I was direct.

  “You don’t know me,” I rumbled again in warning. “Not really.”

  She waved those small hands airily. “No, I know you.” And with another sexy smile, the curvy girl got up from the table and came around to climb in my lap. “I know you’re something special.” Her lips brushed my cheek, my chin, then finally my mouth. She tasted delicious, one hundred percent female. “You’re all I want, Mason. Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  But the situation was dangerous. Because I’m a bastard of the worst sort, one who’s screwed over hundreds of people.

  I care only about myself.

  Beth just didn’t know.

  And goddamn, but I’m such an ass for using her.

  In these past two months, I’ve become addicted to the curvy girl. The way she smells. The taste of her personal honey, the feel of her nipples on my tongue. Her light, chiming laughter, lifting my soul after a long day. How she could make me smile, when I hadn’t had a reason to smile for hours.

  And reading my mind, Beth rubbed her breasts against my chest and lowered her lips to mine so that we shared the same heated air.

  “You hear me, Mason Carlton? I love being with you,” she whispered against my lips.

  Bingo.

  Game over.

  We were officially done with dinner.

  Groaning long and deep, I grabbed that female to me, standing with her form heavy in my arms. Fuck, I loved the solid weight of the girl, all luscious thickness. With Beth, I was with a real woman, passionate and giving, one hundred percent mine.

  What the hell did I do to deserve someone like this?

  I don’t deserve Beth, that’s the truth.

  But she didn’t know.

  “Mason, I need you!” the woman moaned, writhing and gyrating in my arms. Fuck, the scent of that hot cunt practically turned me into a madman, testosterone on high. And blindly, I stumbled to the bedroom, our mouths fused the entire way, unable to get enough.

  When did this happen?

  How?

  Just a few months ago, I was a cynical CEO with money to burn and dirty depraved habits. Now, I felt like a completely different guy. Still dirty and depraved for sure, but all of that focused on one sweet, innocent girl.

  What did she do to deserve this?

  Nothing.

  Beth was an unsuspecting victim, caught in the crosshairs of a fire fight.

  She just didn’t know it yet.

  But right now, I wanted the sweet female’s body, and nothing was gonna stop me.

  Dropping her on the coverlet, my eyes ran hot and bothered all over that curvy form.

  “On your hands and knees baby girl,” came my raspy command. “Face down, ass up.�
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  And in a flash, she was out of her clothes, boobies swaying, cunt so ripe. That giant rump lifted into the air, white cheeks parting as her knees spread.

  My cock jerked stiffly, the cum beginning to drip like a faucet.

  Because there it was. The answer to my dreams. That sweet, wet snatch so puffy and pink, the hole blinking and winking, baiting my dick.

  Except I wanted more this time.

  “Sweetheart, do you think you can take me back here?” I asked, trailing one finger through her ass cheeks, my fingertip resting against her sensitive pleats. “Right here, baby girl?”

  Beth gasped and turned to look at me over her shoulders, brown eyes wide. Her mouth opened and closed without words, vocal cords frozen. Because yeah, I’ve played with her asshole. I’ve stroked it multiple times, even pushed my tongue into that secret chamber, making the girl come with my tongue up her butt. But anal sex, dick in her bottom hole? No, we haven’t done that yet.

  She stammered, blushing heavily even as her pussy ran hot.

  “But Mason,” she protested weakly. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re just so big ….” Her voice trailed off uncertainly.

  I growled, body hard.

  “Baby, those are the exact words you said to me the first time when I took your cunt. And look how easy it is for your pussy now. Nice and wet all the time, harboring my cock around the clock.”

  She bit her lip, coloring. That was true. We have pussy sex four or five times a day now, Beth’s adapted to my needs beautifully.

  So slowly, the girl nodded.

  “Okay, but go slow, promise? I mean it Mason,” she whispered, eyes pleading. “I’m small back there, I don’t know if it’s possible.”

  “Oh you can, sweet thing,” I rumbled, eyes hot, dick poking at that big ass already. “You can and you will.”

  And with that, I slid with one, smooth, deep stroke into her snatch.

  “Ahhh!” Beth cried out, going still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut ecstatically. “Mmmm!”

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I rasped, chest and abs hard, thrusting smooth and deep. “Feels real good, right? Thatta girl, I’m just gonna wet my rod in your snatch so that it’s ready for your butt.”

  I know it’s disgusting. A moral, sane man would use lube. He’d take precautions, letting his best girl get the benefit of a generous dose of K-Y. But I’m not that guy. I want my baby to take me with only her natural juices leading the way, and fuck, but there was just so much of it. When I pulled my dick out, it gleamed, shiny and wet, soaked with female nectar.

  “That’s it,” I growled again. “Now hold still baby girl. Hold still as I test your butt.”

  Because it was happening. I was gonna give her an anal dicking, whether or not she was ready. And Beth wasn’t ready, not at first. Her pleats contracted reflexively, the white ass cheeks shuddering as she pulled away.

  “I don’t know if I can,” she cried out, looking at me with a plea in her eyes. “It’s too big! Please Mason.”

  But that wasn’t gonna stop me from owning that tempting brownie. So I stroked her back and the sinuous S-curve of her waist before reaching one hand around to tickle her clit.

  “Ahh,” she cried out, eyes falling closed. “Ahhhh!”

  Aw yeah, that did the trick. A female just needs some clit stimulation to let her defenses go, to relax their pussies and butts. And as my fingers did their dance, slowly I pointed my glans at her brown star once more.

  “Ready?” I growled smoothly. “Ready?”

  But there was no sound but her achy cries as I pressed my cock against her asshole. It was disgusting for sure. Her rim resisted at first, the pleats stubborn and tight, but you can’t deny a hard, hot, hungry alpha. And with one long, drawn-out wail from the girl, her sphincter popped audibly, and I was in.

  “Fuck,” came my low grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  Because shit, Beth’s rectum was tight. Even coated with pussy lube, those anal walls gripped my dick like never before, balls already going high and needy.

  “Ahhh!” she cried out, immobile beneath me. “Ahhh!”

  But I wasn’t gonna let her get away. She already had my dick halfway up her anus, and this was no time to stop. We were going for the full monty.

  “Still, little girl,” I rasped into her ear, playing at that love nub again. “Let me own you.”

  And with one more cry, the brunette gave in. My thick fuckrod slid all the way up her butt, owning that rectal chamber to the max. Oh shit, oh shit! I’d fucked her both ways now, my domination complete.

  And Beth seemed to like it because after a short pause she moaned once again, boobs swaying beneath that narrow torso.

  “Mmm,” she cried out deliriously, head rocking on her shoulders. “Mmmmm.”

  So I began the deep slide. Oh yeah, I watched, eyes ravenous, as my fuckpole appeared and then disappeared again and again between her ass cheeks. The smell was so tantalizing, all anal sweat and pussy cum, not to mention the unmistakable tangy stench of pure jizz.

  And just like that, I lost it. Usually, I’m able to fuck for hours, but everything with Beth is different. Things that happened before? Out the window. Because with just a few strokes between those heavenly cheeks, I came like a motherfucker, blasting her anal canal with lash after lash of hot male jism.

  “Unnnnh!” I roared, the conqueror come. “FUCK!”

  And my baby lost it too. She mewled once before jerking, and then that ass dissolved into a series of spasms, gripping my dick like a vise.

  “Mason!” came her delighted scream. “Oh god Mason! You’re cock feels so good!”

  That was clear, for sure. But as I emptied my balls into her big bottom, even the churning ecstasy couldn’t completely erase my thoughts. Because Beth didn’t deserve this. The innocent librarian didn’t deserve to be used every which way until Sunday. She didn’t deserve to have an alpha male punching through her hymen and then owning her ass too, making her take giant cock up her anus.

  But out of the frying pan and into the fire. We were already entangled, the girl living in my apartment full-time for crying out loud. Shit, this was so fucked up. What was gonna happen next? How was I going to explain the contest, and how this all started?

  Fuck. I was fucked for sure.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Mason

  The stretch limousine pulled into the massive circular driveway of a hotel just outside the city. In back, the Hudson rippled under the setting sun, glimmers of light bouncing off the water. A gorgeous view, but there was even better from my apartment in the city. With Beth at my side.

  Slow jazz music played as I contemplated the scene. We’d arrived, but I wasn’t getting out. And the chauffeur knew better than to bother the man in charge.

  Because damn, I didn’t want to be here.

  I’d rather be a million places than here at this pretentious hotel filled with pretentious pricks.

  Yeah, I fucked up.

  I shoulda canceled on these guys, billionaire assholes all.

  A night in with my juicy librarian was way better than this monkey show. Just Beth and I sitting in front of the fire, sharing a meal, talking, and eventually enjoying one another’s bodies. Like last night when I had her on the rug. Her ass in the air, pussy milking my cock as I fucked her through four orgasms and tried not to choke out those three little words I’ve been feeling for a while now.

  I love you.

  Damn.

  It’s incredible, right?

  Me, Mr. CEO, down on his knees. Mr. High and Mighty, the All-Knowing and All-Powerful, brought to the floor by one curvy, sweet girl.

  But it’s the truth. Somehow, this little filly has me by the short and hairies. Like last night. Beth was the one sucking my dick on her hands and knees, but really, our positions were reversed. I worship at her altar. She’s a goddess, someone who can do no wrong.

  So now, guilt weighed heavy on my chest, a fucking one-eyed monster making it difficult to breathe.
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br />   But I’d agreed to this contest months ago.

  And those assholes weren’t gonna let it drop, they’ve got long memories for shit like this.

  Fuck me.

  Plus, to make it worse, we were deciding the winner tonight. And the setting of this goddamn get-together was far outside city limits for a reason. Because things were going down. Word was they had some whip and chain show planned, full of leather and shit. Lots of screaming. Hot girls who were willing to do anything, baring their all.

  But that crap wasn’t what I wanted anymore. What the hell. Too little, too late, and now I was stuck.

  Fuck!

  Alpha males like me don’t get stuck.

  But the situation was undeniable.

  So heaving a grunt, I got out of the limo. There was no sense dawdling in the back seat and acting like a lost little kid. Time to get this show on the road. But suddenly, my phone rang, insistent buzz loud and annoying. Irritated, I snapped the receiver against my ear, only to hear my mom’s coo.

  “Mason! How are you, sweetheart?”

  I grunted. At least this was a distraction. Anything to forget this damned shitshow.

  “Hey, Ma. What’s going on?”

  Rhonda’s been calling me more and more often these days. Sometimes about nothing. Well, most times about nothing. Chatting about the weather, asking about business until she got to the real reason of her call. Beth. Or since I never told her Beth’s name, “my special lady.”

  The first time she called Beth that, I almost lost my shit trying to deny it. But now I don’t even bother.

  “I sent you that cookbook for your special lady,” Rhonda sang into the receiver. “Did you get it yet?”

  “No, Ma.” Knowing Rhonda, she probably sent it by regular mail about an hour ago. The post office doesn’t work like that, Ma. And Santa doesn’t really live at the North Pole.