by Alexis Angel
“You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Mr. Woman Tamer” I purr, smiling as if I am the happiest woman on Earth. Which I might be.
“Look who’s talking, Ms. Man Chaser,” he shoots back, brushing his fingers across my face. “And I like it that way, don’t worry… After all, we’re going to have a lifetime of dirtiness ahead of us.” I smile at him, letting that sink in. A lifetime together… And, soon, we’re going to have a family. I don’t know what else to ask for.
“I can’t wait for it.”
Epilogue As Told By Brittney
I sit back on the couch and spread my legs wide. I’m wearing just a light blue thong. One hand is underneath, desperately fingering my clit. The other hand is twisting my nipples.
In front of me are two mirror images of Ethan. They’re both coming toward me.
“You’ve already started without us, huh?” Ethan One asks me, giving me his trademark smirk.
“But you’re going to end with us,” Ethan Two says, picking up nicely. “I swear.”
I’ve done this program maybe about half a dozen times and I never last through it. Two big strong men like Ethan are about to have their way with me.
I’ll tell you right now what's going to happen, hun.
They’re going to take off their boxer briefs. Then they’re going to force me on all fours on the couch.
Ethan One is going to stand next to the edge of the couch and force me to blow him. Ethan Two is going to slap my ass if I don’t blow fast enough while also taking time to bring his face lower and lick my ass.
Then Ethan Two is going to jam his cock in me as Ethan One keeps fucking my face.
By now, I’ll have cum at least once, maybe twice.
They’ll fuck every hole of mine. They’ll DP me till I pass out from pleasure. They’ll cum all over me and leave me a quivering mass of twitching flesh on the ground.
And then I’ll take the nondescript looking glasses off and be transported back to my apartment.
Only this time, I don’t get a chance to do any of that, because someone takes the glasses off of me.
“Hey!” I shout out.
And I realize that Ethan Kane—the real thing—is standing right in front of me.
“Figured you’d want me in the flesh?” he asks, a smirk, on his lips.
I smile at him and stand up.
I’m dressed casually, just yoga pants and a tank top. It’s a Sunday and neither of us has work today. Thank God.
I’m serious, hun. If you only knew the kind of year that we’ve had.
Oh, no, it wasn’t bad at all. In fact it was several orders of magnitude better than great.
First, let’s do the work bits.
So Conners Media and everything controlled by Simon Conners kind of blew up after the disaster that was Times Square. As one of the largest companies in the world of pornography began to implode, Ethan found himself on the front seat. Illicit Entertainment began to start picking up and buying pieces of Conners Media from the banks after they were sold off.
The final death knell came when HawkeLane Media, the direct Internet sex entertainment company run by Arsen Hawke and his wife purchased the rest of the assets at fire sale prices and fired Simon Conners.
After that, Simon began to try and nurse his depression and spent six months blowing through millions of dollars.
I mean, he made even Ethan Hawke look frugal. But he was burning out. Constantly strung out and finding no one who wanted to fuck his coked up limp dick, he began to do more and more drugs. He got busted a few times with massive amounts of cocaine possession. The busts were so big that the authorities wondered how he was even still alive.
They stopped wondering six months ago when his body went into a cocaine-induced overdose and he was found dead outside of his 3rd Avenue apartment building.
He died poor. And alone.
I never learned how he found out about Robert until Cheryl approached me a few weeks after the Times Square matchup.
“I hope you know I had nothing to do with Robert and his untimely ending,” she told me.
I looked at her, not believing her at first.
“His wife was inches away from killing him,” she continued. “And when I first went out there, it was mainly to do research and see what we could do to pay him off or scare him.”
I think I was a bit relieved when she told me this, but still a bit curious.
“Sure, we were probably going to scare him,” Cheryl continued. “Like have him wake up with a dead horse head in his bed like the Godfather or something,” she said.
I remember nodding, you know? As if this was the most normal thing in the world.
“But apparently my visit actually pushed her over the edge,” Cheryl told me. “The constant years of lying and cheating must have taken their toll on the poor woman because literally one hour after I left, he came home and she killed him.”
“So you didn't kill Robert?” I asked, too happy to express myself.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m glad that Robert is gone. But if it were because of me, I would have felt really horrible.
“No, but I helped her bury the body,” Cheryl said to me with a deadpan stare. “And if push came to shove, and I had to defend myself, there would be no question.”
I remember thinking maybe that was the best I could hope for.
And maybe to never fuck with Cheryl. Ever.
So that took care of Simon. And Robert. Now, a year later from when the whole thing started I think I’ve turned a page in my life. That I’ve moved on.
I look up at Ethan, who’s staring at me and smirking as he looks at me, contented and sitting on the sofa.
“So,” I say, looking up at him. “I think since you interrupted my little session, you might be owing me something."
“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, standin
g 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 - As Told By 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: [email protected]
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!
Man Chaser is done!
Wicked Lil’ Brat by Alexis Angel.
And then a copy of DILF by Alexis Angel.
And then a copy of Dirty Daddy by Alexis Angel. This has never before been seen in added content and is provided exclusively for you today as a thank you!
After that, I have two short stories.
Lana’s Market, a short story by Dark Angel.
All followed by, Lana’s Gamble, which is a short story by Dark Angel.
Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.
Our goal in this is simple.
To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us
closer together we feel.
Thank you so much for reading!
xoxo
Alexis
Wicked Lil’ Brat: A Secret Baby Romance
Description
The best way to enjoy my lil’ brat is to make her beg...
No woman can tame Mason Kane. Trust me, plenty have tried.
They get caught up with my bedroom eyes, ripped body, and massive...bank account.
But then I go too far.
Now I’m stuck in a loveless sham marriage to a soulless ice queen to save my company from the mistakes of my past.
But it gets worse.
There’s a little brat running around the house.
Teasing me. Tempting me. Making me have forbidden thoughts.
So what if she’s 16 years younger than me?
So what if we all sit around a table and share a wholesome family dinner every night?
Because it’s only after dinner – when everyone is asleep - that this bad boy of Wall Street is going to go up against his biggest challenge.
A wicked lil’ brat.
Wicked Lil’ Brat is a full-length standalone romance that will have your naughty bits twitching with delight. No cliffhanger. HEA? You know it, babe.
Mason
SQUELCH!
That's the sound that Stacy's pussy makes as my hard fucking cock drills her over the sofa she was sitting on.
Her grey skirt is bunched together and hiked around her waist. I already tore the panties off of her before you even got here.
"Oh my God, Mason," Stacy shrieks as I pull her hair back and slap her ass like a fucking pirate. She's on her fucking knees and her hands are holding onto the sofa cushions for dear life. Her blouse is unbuttoned and her bra is unclasped so her tits are hanging free.
I don't really know much about this girl. What I do know is that her name is Stacy Sawyer. She's an anchor for MarketWatch Journal, the pre-eminent financial news organization in the world. And up until maybe twenty minutes ago, she was finishing up yet another standard and pretty boring interview.