ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary)

by Susan Fleming

  Guilty Pleasure

  Everything has become frisky from their mouths up to their hands. Bodies have been grinding on each other causing friction and building up one another’s heat. Zack has been busy with his mouth and hands, the latter squeezing Betty’s tits and ass whenever they get the chance. His mouth is focused on kissing and licking either Betty’s lips or neck, only to pause for a while to catch some air.

  While he has kept his mouth and hands busy, Betty is just passive on the receiving end. However she finally starts participating, moving her body against his, her hands sliding from his head, onto his shoulders, chest and all the way down even stroking his penis when she gets the chance. Zack then yanks on Betty’s hair and directly asks her.

  “You wanted this all this time, right?”

  “I think so. We’ve gone too far, brother,” replies Betty.

  “We can only be siblings if Mom and Dad are around. For now, we are not,” says Zack who then plants a kiss on Betty’s lips.

  “I want you to take me. Now,” says Betty with heavy breaths, after pushing Zack’s head to let him look directly into her eyes.

  “We’ve already gone too far to turn back, and I’d hate myself if I would let this chance pass,” Zack says.

  He then carries Betty to his bed while kissing her on the mouth. With their kiss still intact, he drops Betty on the bed while his body crashes on to hers. He positions himself on top of her with his hard-on grazing Betty’s crotch area. Betty was now anticipating Zack’s entry but the latter said with a grin, “Do not get too excited. We have all night.”

  He kisses Betty on the mouth and once again it was game of tongue fencing. His head now moves lower, kissing her throat as Betty arches her head and back in pleasure, allowing Zack access to areas of the neck that he would like to kiss, nibble or even bite while her hands are grabbing on the bed sheets.

  Zack continues to work his way down, now reaching Betty’s tits. He works on the left breast first, sucking and licking the nipple on it before spreading kisses around the breast. Betty is giving out moans every time Zack sucks on her nipple, urging Zack to do it some more and become more intense.

  Now, he transfers to the right boob and instantly tries to fit the whole thing inside his mouth. Only small sections of flesh can escape Zack’s mouth and Betty’s moans have become louder at this point. Zack continues to suck on those breasts, transferring from one boob to another while both of his hands support them at their sides, pushing them together to press his face against them.

  He once again moves lower and is now kissing Betty’s belly area while playing with her boobs. He is making out with the skin on it, the intense sucking and saliva out of his mouth making loud noises against her flesh. He inches his head lower again and this time Betty is grabbing on to his hair urging him to go lower to her pussy. He obliges by stroking her nest of curls through his fingers, face just inches away from Betty’s opening.

  His fingers travel down south until they reach the outer part of Betty’s pussy. He can clearly see that her pussy is very tight, yet already very wet from all the making out that they have done earlier. He pokes a finger at Betty’s pussy, playing with the outer part of her pussy and Betty reacts by arching her body as if a bolt of electricity struck her. This time, Zack inserts his finger inside her pussy and Betty lets out a moan.

  Zack is enjoying this, so he continues to slide his finger in and out of her pussy. He bends a little to look for her clit and let his tongue play with it. This excites Betty some more and her body continues to arch and move as if her entire body is being electrocuted with pleasure.

  Her hands are now gripping on the sheets that are within her reach. Zack adds another finger to slide in and out of Betty and that is when she comes, the evidence of her arousal dripping from her vagina, wetting Zack’s hands in the process.

  Betty is trying to catch her breath at this point and cannot believe the orgasm that she just had. She gets up lazily and it seems that her limbs do not have the power to carry her own weight. Zack, who is now kneeling on the bed, is surprised to see Betty suddenly standing up and all of a sudden Betty jumps on top of him and roughly kisses him and pushes him onto his back.

  Betty, who seems to be on a state of frenzy, then messily kisses Zack all over. She buries her face on Zack’s neck and then moves down to lick on his chest and abs just the way she does it in her sexual fantasies. Zack then tries to calm down Betty and let her take her time.

  “Just take it slow. You do not have to rush things,” says Zack.

  Betty listens to what Zack is saying, following his direction by collecting herself and calmly gives Zack’s lips a smack. She then slowly moves her way down, showering Zack with a trail of kisses until she reaches his crotch area. She now looks up to Zack and then focuses her attention to the hard-on in front of her while Zack just stares down at her.

  She grips it with her hand and starts licking on its head, then moves on to the shaft. She continues to give it some licks in order to make its surface wet. By this time, his dick is already damp, wet with pre-come as well as Betty’s saliva, and that is when she decides to put the entire thing inside her mouth. It is now Zack’s turn to get pleasured by his sister.

  Zack’s dick is now sliding in and out of her mouth, and she just replaces the mouth with her hand whenever she goes out to catch in some air, then sucks it in again. Each suckling lasts longer than the previous one until Zack can no longer take it and yanks on Betty’s hair to command her to stop.

  He pulls on her hair to bring her up the bed and has her lie down next to where he had been, positioning himself on top of her. He presses his dick against Betty’s pussy and tries to insert his cock into her. Zack is having a hard time penetrating Betty due to her very tight pussy. He spits some saliva on his palm and applies it to his already throbbing dick in order to add more lubrication. He uses his fingers to spread her wetness around her lips and over his cock, then works his way to get inside her again.

  This time his dick makes its way to the entrance of her vagina and Betty feels a sense of excitement at this. He works his cock patiently in and out of her with small thrusts, just waiting for her to adjust to his thickness and length. He feels as she gets wetter, the lubrication just what he needs to push his dick all the way inside in a single slick motion.

  Betty lets out a moan of mixed pain and pleasure. She was close to tears from that, but Zack playfully continues to rock in and out of her in a gentle manner in order to cover up Betty’s pain with pleasure from his dick.

  Zack then lowers himself so he is now literally on top of Betty while she embraces him for support. She presses her fingers hard into his back, a reaction from the pain and pleasure that she is feeling right now. Zack then speeds up the pace while Betty spreads her legs wider this time.

  Their moans are getting louder, both nearing their climax. Zack then pulls out his dick and cums all over Betty’s belly. He realizes a mix of blood and cum stains on his dick while stroking it for more cum to come out.

  Betty just lies in there and savors the warm feeling of cum on her belly. Zack drops to her side and they lie in there feeling exhausted yet satisfied.

  Conclusion

  The morning after, Betty and Zack cross paths in their kitchen. Zack is drinking a box of milk while Betty is trying to look for her favorite juice in the refrigerator. Things are really more awkward for both of them now until Zack breaks the silence with a greeting.

  “Good morning, Betty,” says Zack.

  “Good morning, brother,” says Betty.

  Zack then walks over to her and whispers in her ear. “Last night was really great. I am looking forward for next time.”

  These words surprise Betty, and instead of saying something to her brother, she just walks away with a smile on her face.

  Last Chance

  A Mail Order Bride Romance

  This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, wri
tten in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.

  This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or anything you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!

  It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!

  Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.

  In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!

  © Susan Fleming

  All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any many whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults age 18 and over. All characters represented are age 18 or over.

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter 1: And So It Begins

  Chapter 2 The Letter From A Savior

  Chapter 3 A Future In A Posting

  Chapter 4: A Future In A Glance

  Chapter 5: A Portrait Of James Black

  Chapter 6: The Love Of Strangers

  Chapter 7 : A Home Of Promise

  Chapter 8: An Eternal Promise

  Chapter 9: A Life Worth Living

  Conclusion

  Chapter 1

  And So It Begins

  Wisps of long blond hair clutch in her face; wisps the same color as the cornfields in which she sets her gaze. Many would find this scenery peaceful; a bright blue sky that seemed to reach from Elizabeth’s gaze towards God’s hands and it was to this God that she prayed for saving and redemption. The sun gazed upon her head and smiled upon her, an act she was hopeful as a sign from God to take her away and out of these fields that she has grown up in.

  It had been just a few months ago when her father had been in town and read the letter that was updated monthly of the “Town Dead” at the hands of the Civil War. His heart beat rapidly, as it always did, scanning for Denver, Frances on the continually growing list of names. His beating heart pumping through each breath, pulsating throughout his body as he imagined the jackrabbits he caught did before he slaughtered them; how odd to be on the receiving end.

  For months, he had done this practice and felt the relief lift from his chest time and time again as he got past the “Ds” and realized that his son was safe. He felt a twinge of guilt each time, for his quick response to feel so happy and elated and relieved, while others around him cried and screamed out in pain. A strong, stout man, he never allowed others to see his anxiety as he approached the list each month and this month wouldn’t be any different.

  Except for that it had been, because sitting there, as deadly as the muskets or bayonet that had likely killed Frances, was his name staring back at his father coldly, with no sense of remorse in doing so. Never had 12 letters riveted his life so deeply or held such a large impact on the family. Of course, they knew this was always a possibility, but everyone was in agreement that the war must certainly almost be over, so with great hesitancy, Mrs. Denver had given her well wishes and Frances had been off on his way.

  Elizabeth knew from the moment that she had found out the reality of her brother’s death that she must leave this town. There weren’t many options for her, she was a list and jumbled completion of irony.

  She had a soft and beautiful face as pure as the snow that covered their fields in the winter, but she was overworked and strong like the horses they kept on their farm. The fronts of her hands, beautiful and delicate, when turned over, were calloused and bruised from her hard work and dedication to the farm, a strong work ethic instilled in her by Frances himself. She could break a chicken’s neck without a moment of hesitation, but would later tear up at the promise of spring and a field filled with crops. She knew her beauty, and in this, found a sense of her worth.

  One night, a few months after her beloved brother’s death, she heard her sisters discussing the idea and possibility of a marriage in which she would be shipped off, most likely across the country, and given to a man she had never met. The idea compelled her, made her innocent heart flutter at the sound of its excitement. She knew her sisters, sweet but too shy, would never live a life of success this way and that this would never result in a life of happiness for them. Her father would agree, and she knew that he would also want two of his daughters kept at home help tend to the farm.

  However, she also knew that there was promise and prospect in finding, perhaps if she were lucky, a rich man…one that may even allow her to send money home to her family; a family who had taken a large financial hit by losing its only son. She felt duty in this and, again, a sense of rebellion and excitement.

  When her sisters had finished brushing their long, luscious hair together and discussing this opportunity, she had snuck into their room and noticed, on the nightstand, a letter explaining in detail how this setup would work. She read it quickly, glancing at the door nervously every few moments to make sure her sisters weren’t coming back, as if they learned that their younger sister was interested, they might confide so in their father, advising him of the dangers of sending a young, beautiful daughter away.

  As she scanned the paper, she realized that a local newspaper would run ads of women in hopes of finding them a bachelor in the West. She knew that she must consider the opportunity to bring this up to her father rationally and carefully, and she must, above all, make him feel like this was his own idea.

  She knew her sisters were hiding this letter from their father, in fear of him finding it and considering it, and so she slid it into her dress. She snuck quickly and quietly down the hallway, turning the corner and placing the letter, gently, by her parents’ bedroom door. She knew her father would assume that it had fallen out of her mother’s magazine, and that her mother would never correct him or tell him otherwise.

  She rushed back down the stairs and waited anxiously for her destiny.

  Chapter 2

  The Letter From A Savior

  It was two nights later, two sunsets and sunrises, two moons and suns, two nights of Elizabeth lying in bed at night, staring at her ceiling, pondering what her life could be, before her father said anything.

  She had been pouring them each a glass of milk as they sat down to dinner, the very milk she had milked herself that day, when her father had placed the letter on the side of his dinner plate. Her heart and stomach tumbled as if being pushed down a hill like silly Hansel and Gretel. Her blue eyes shot up quickly, but her father was busy putting his chicken and freshly baked rolls onto his plate, oblivious. She turned her back on her father and went back into the kitchen to help her sisters and mother.

  “I can’t seem to find it since he saw it last night,” her mother was whispering harshly to Mary and Anna. Mary fumbled clumsily with the pie she was cutting.

  “I’m not understanding,” Anna had said, a simple girl herself. Her sisters were beautiful too, but in a less obvious way. They spent every waking moment together, braiding one another’s hair, whispering secrets, sewing dresses and fixing elaborate pies for supper.

  Their brother’s birth had separated Elizabeth from Mary’s age by two years and Anna’s by t
hree, and by the time she had come alone, her brother had wanted a new and more intriguing friend to play with, and hence Elizabeth grew up outside on the farm with him, milking cows and killing animals, while her sisters sewed dresses and squeezed lemonade inside their home.

  “What’s going on?” Elizabeth had asked innocently. Her mother had brushed her hand on her apron and hushed her. She knew that her mother was terrified, to her core, of losing one of her daughters, especially having just lost a son.

  Elizabeth felt guilty for having set this in motion, felt guilty for her mother, but reminded herself of the possibilities that lay within the beauty of the West. She imagined herself stepping out of a train, suitcase in one hand, hope and her future in the other. She would have her sisters braid her corn yellow hair in a long French braid, wear her favorite sunshine bonnet, and her best white dress that she would make sure to wash at least three times prior to the ride. She would rub lilacs behind her ears and on her wrists in order to smell nicely and would smile, regardless of what he looked like or how he acted upon their first introduction. This she promised herself.