Pathological Therapy Billionaire Bad Boy Box Set

by Brittany Dreams

  “That’s it Tina, come for me baby,” Tristan said above her. “Fuck, you are so sexy right now.”

  She blushed at his whispered command. She closed her eyes, blocking out the use of a name that wasn’t hers. It was only another minute before she shattered. Her world was rocked. All thought was incapable. As she screamed her pleasure she didn’t even know her name let alone care if it was Tina or Lucinda.

  She writhed against him as her orgasm took her and shook her, leaving her drained. Tristan was finally able to let himself go. He let out a primal roar as he pounded into her. At the last second he pulled out, spraying hot jets over her stomach, her breasts, even her throat.

  Lucinda was amazed at the sheer velocity and force of his orgasm. He was shaking. She held him against her, pressing their flesh together, smearing his sticky seed over his chest as well.

  Finally Tristan regained his ability to speak and breathe and he pulled away an inch. He glanced between them and he smiled lowly.

  “Well, it looks like we might need a shower.” He said the words so slowly, so wickedly that the heat of passion was already flushing over her again.

  “I agree. Lead the way Mr. Ashford,” she whispered.

  Chapter 8

  Tristan pulled Tina into the shower with him. The glass stand up was more than large enough for both of them. The spray was warm and inviting.

  Tina stepped under it and the sight of the water sluicing and beading off her breasts, her hard nipples, the curves of her hips and the swell of her ass, nearly made him want to come again. His cock was so hard it was nearly vertical, pressed along the hard planes of his stomach.

  As though she felt the burn of Tristan’s gaze on her body, Tina opened her eyes. She stepped to the side, letting the hot water hit him. She watched him as hungrily as he had watched her.

  He nearly rocketed out of his skin when she dropped to her knees in front of him on the hard tile.

  “Tristan I want-”

  “I know exactly what you want baby,” he said huskily.

  He stepped closer and she reached out and wrapped her hand around the girth of his shaft. He gasped and his cock literally pulsed in her hand.

  Tristan groaned as Tina brought her face up to his cock. Her beautiful, pink tongue snaked out and licked the tip. To say that watching her was erotic as hell was an understatement.

  “That’s it baby,” Tristan sighed as she wrapped her lush lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into her mouth. She teased him with her tongue, tasting the salty drops of precum that he was sure was coating her tongue by now.

  When she moved her head and took him deeper, Tristan couldn’t stop his hips from bucking forward. She swallowed him right to the back of her throat and Tristan nearly died. His moans of pleasure only seemed to spur Tina forward.

  She sucked him eagerly as he threaded his fingers through her hair and guided her face down the length of his shaft and back. She licked and sucked him eagerly and he knew she would have swallowed his seed just as eagerly if he came in her mouth but he didn’t want things to get that far. He wanted her in so many other ways.

  It nearly broke him to pull out of her mouth and when he did, Tina looked up at him.

  “You are amazing,” his said raggedly. “But I have other things in store for you.”

  Before she could say anything, Tristan scooped her up in his arms. He balanced her carefully as he shut the shower off. He didn’t bother with a towel. He wanted her slick and wet in his bed.

  Tina let out a little squeal when he carried her from the bathroom to his bedroom. He set her down gently on the covers. Her legs fell open enticingly, giving him a full view of exactly what he needed. His mouth watered to taste her.

  Tristan ran his hand up Tina’s shapely leg. Her skin was like velvet, so soft and warm. He parted her thighs gently, opening her up to him.

  When he looked up he couldn’t tell if she was blushing or if the flush on her cheeks was from the heat of the shower or the fires of passion. She looked beautiful. So lush and ready for him.

  Tristan brought his face to her pussy. She was exquisitely created. He parted her folds with his fingers, running them over the warm, swollen flesh. She was soaking wet and creamy already.

  “You’re so ready for me,” Tristan whispered.

  “Please Tristan,” Tina begged.

  She reached down and twined her fingers through his short hair, pulling his face to her in a desperate display of raw need. His body responded eagerly as his tongue tasted her sweet nectar for the first time.

  She was like heaven in his mouth. Delicious and ripe and utterly amazing. He had never tasted anything as sweet as Tina.

  He groaned and her hips bucked, arching into his face. Her legs fell further apart, giving him access to all of her.

  Tristan’s fingers ran over her folds and grazed her clit and she nearly shot off the bed. She whimpered and he continued to torment her, running his finger in small circles over the hard little bud. He was rewarded with mewling and whimpers. He moved his mouth lower, plunging his tongue into her sweet pussy entrance.

  Tina nearly shot off the bed. “Yes,” she moaned hotly. “Oh my god…”

  Desire, deep and heady washed over Tristan. He worshipped her pussy with his mouth and reached up with his hand, finding her breast. He rolled and pinched the straining nipple between his fingers and Tina gasped.

  “Oh god Tristan… please… I need your cock.”

  Tristan raised his head and stared into Tina’s emerald eyes. They were wild with the same raw ache that he felt in his own body. Blood rushed through his veins as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. His groin tightened and his cock was rock fucking hard.

  Tina watched him loom over her and she must have thought he was going to take her like that, on her back. He had no such plans. No, he wanted to watch everything.

  He placed his hands under her hips, turning her onto her side. Tina got the idea after that. She moved onto her hands and knees, giving him a full view behind her of her round, luscious ass and her sweet, soaking pussy.

  “Oh god,” Tristan growled. His body tensed hard and it was a second before he could do anything at all.

  Finally he forced his scattered brain to send commands his body could obey. His cock throbbed with anticipation as his hands found her hips and he moved behind her.

  He palmed himself, running his hand over and down his shaft, giving it a few pumps and gritting his teeth against the pleasure of his own touch. He brought his cockhead to her dripping wet pussy but he wasn’t going to give Tina the satisfaction of just plunging right in.

  No, he wanted to tease her first. He wanted her to beg for his cock.

  He moved the tip of his dick through her folds. Over and over again he teased her, butting up against her entrance before sliding away.

  Tina cried out and rocked her pelvis against him. She pushed her ass backwards, wriggling her hips in a slow grind that made Tristan see stars.

  “Please Tristan,” Tina begged. “I need you in me right fucking now.”

  “Where do you want me Tina? You’ll have to be more specific I’m afraid.”

  “I need you in my pussy,” she panted.

  “As you wish. I’m simply here to obey,” Tristan said, humor edging his words.

  He brought his cockhead to her tight entrance and when Tina pushed back against him, swiveling her hips to take him as he thrust into her with one long, slow stroke, Tristan lost all conscious thought.

  His body switched into automatic. He watched himself fuck her. His thick cock parted her lips and disappeared. When he slid out his cock was shiny and wet with her juices. He’d never seen anything so sexy in his life.

  It took all his willpower not to come right there. He knew he wouldn’t have to wait long if the way Tina swiveled her hips and ground against him was any indication.

  He gripped her hips and thrust into her with a series of long, hot thrusts t
hat sent them both spiraling out of control. They moved together, finding a rhythm that brought them both indescribable bliss. She found her climax and screamed his name. The tight, pulsing waves of it gripped his cock. Her tight pussy milked him and it was all Tristan could do not to come inside of her.

  Tristan waited until the last possible minute before he pulled out. He ground his fingers into her hips as he shot his load. Hot jets coated her back and her glorious ass. She was literally soaked in his juices and he marveled that he was able to shoot that much a second time in the space of just twenty minutes.

  “I think,” Tristan panted. “That we should get back into the shower.”

  Tina turned around, purposely laying down on his bed, grinding her back into the sheets. She opened her legs to him and the sight of her glistening pussy brought his cock throbbing back to life.

  He couldn’t believe how eager she was. He never would have guessed she was a virgin. She must have been nearly twenty-five, he figured. The youngest she could possibly be was twenty-four if he believed her resume.

  “Tristan,” Tina whispered. “I know what you’re thinking. I’ve waited my entire life for this. I don’t want you to stop now. We can shower later. Right now, I want you to take me again. Take me in every single position you can think of.”

  “You must be… sore,” Tristan stammered, caught off guard.

  “Who cares? I like it. I like the way you stretch me and fill me. I like that it hurts. The pain only makes the pleasure better.”

  Tristan’s heart stopped beating and his lungs completely deflated. He exhaled in a rush. “You… you never had another partner before this?”

  A small slant of moonlight spilled through his bedroom window, bathing Tina in its delicate light and illuminating her face.

  “I guess that I had a couple boyfriends in college. Most of them just liked to get drunk and grope me. It was never sexy and there was no way I was giving my first time to one of them. I was busy too. With school and everything. It made dating almost impossible.” She grinned wickedly as she tantalizingly let her thighs fall even further apart. “Do you have any more questions or are you going to fuck me again?”

  Tristan couldn’t even force words past his too dry throat. Instead he wrapped his arms around Tina’s waist and lifted her into his lap. He planned on showing her just how much she had to learn and he knew instinctively she was going to be an enthusiastic pupil.

  Chapter 9

  Tristan didn’t know what the hell had come over him or why he’d decided that bringing Tina to his room was a good idea. Sure he wanted a nice soft surface and his bed fit the bill nicely but now she was all soft curves pressed up against him, naked in his arms.

  She sighed and snuggled in closer. She placed one hand behind her head and the other she draped over his chest. She twirled her finger over his muscles, tracing the outlines and ridges.

  He didn’t want to admit what her gentle touch was doing to him. God, how could he want her so badly after he’d come twice? Cleary he’d underestimated his powers of regeneration.

  “Tristan?”

  “Hmmm?” He turned his attention back to Tina’s upturned face. She was smiling at him in just the sort of way that it melted some of the ice around his heart.

  “I…” She hesitated, clearly not wanting to speak after all.

  “What is it?” He prodded gently.

  “I just- well- I heard some things before I took the job. Read them actually. Well both. I wanted to ask you about them. I just don’t want to offend you.”

  Tristan tensed. “What did you hear?” He could only imagine. There wasn’t a shortage of smut put out there about him. People generally got the wrong impression of him just because he’d once fought for a living.

  “I heard that the IRS was investigating you.”

  He let out a long exhale. “Oh. That. Here I was thinking that you’d actually read something bad.”

  “Isn’t that?”

  “Not at all. I make a pretty decent living, even now with my brand and my clothing. I made a lot of money fighting. They just wanted to check the books and make sure it was all legit. I think that happens with most businesses. It just took them a while so it was hot news when people got wind of it.”

  “Because they automatically assumed you must be hiding something.”

  “Likely. Isn’t that always people’s first assumption? That something terrible has been done?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe it’s our nature to assume the worst. Or to want to assume the worst. I think it makes for a good news story. People like to read about other people’s problems. Especially when it’s happening to the rich and famous.”

  “I don’t know about the famous part.”

  “So that was it? They just came to audit your books?”

  “That’s it, that’s all.” Tristan wondered why he was being so free with Tina. He felt like, in that moment, that he didn’t have to be afraid to be open and honest and that was the most frightening part of all. He couldn’t stand to let his guard down yet this was the second time he had bared everything to her. She was the only person who knew that he was trying to adopt two children.

  “Here the rest of the world is, thinking you’re hiding some deep, dark secret. They think you’re a bad boy and a tough guy because you were a fighter but you’re not are you?” Tina’s voice was light.

  Tristan knew she was kidding but her statement hit pretty close to the mark. He sighed.

  “I just want to be like everyone else, which is hard to do when you were in the public spotlight for a while and most people know your name and know you have money. People don’t treat you the same. They aren’t- genuine. It’s one of the reasons that I came back home.”

  “Oh? Where were you living before?”

  “In LA. I had a house there. I fought and trained there for a couple years. I thought it was where I wanted to be, in the center of everything. After my father was diagnosed with cancer I came home to care for him. He only lasted a couple months.”

  “I’m so sorry!” Tina’s finger stopped trailing circles over his chest and instead came to rest, flat palmed, over his heart. The warmth of her touch was somewhat reassuring.

  “It was a couple years ago,” Tristan said, trying to pretend that he didn’t still feel grief whenever he thought about his dad. “My old man, it was just he and I growing up. My mom left right after I was born. She took off and never came back.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t go feeling sorry for me though. My dad was worth more than a million parents combined. He was a good man and I took his death hard. All of a sudden living in LA seemed like the worst place in the world for me. I just wanted to be here. He left me the ranch of course. Running cattle wasn’t my thing so I sold them off. I’d always loved working with horses and that’s what I do now. Just that. I have enough money saved I don’t have to do anything at all so this is far more of a passion than a living. My clothing line and sponsors take care of the rest.”

  “That’s amazing. You seem like you have everything figured out.”

  Tristan snorted. “Far from it.” Except that in that moment, everything did feel exactly right. Far too right. He needed to shut this down; this strange feeling in his chest. It burned and twisted. Tina’s face swam through his vision far too often.

  Tristan had never met a woman before that he thought he might be in danger of losing his heart to. If there was any woman in the world, it would be Tina. He couldn’t even say why. She was bossy and sassy which was everything he couldn’t stand in a woman. According to her he was the last person on earth she would ever want to be with.

  Yet here they were. In bed with each other, holding each other. Their limbs were intertwined and the sweet aftermath of their bliss surrounded them both.

  Tristan closed his eyes. He tried to relax but the realization that he was in deep water made him tense. Beside him, Tina didn’t even notice. Her eyes were alrea
dy closed and she was drifting off to sleep.

  “The last person in the world you would ever sleep with huh?” Tristan whispered, echoing Tina’s earlier words. “Famous last words.”

  He reached over and brushed an errant strand of sandy hair from her face. She looked so perfect sleeping there next to him. Like a beautiful goddess.

  Tristan was in very deep water indeed. The worst part of it all was that he didn’t know how to swim.

  Chapter 10

  The days passed in a sort of dazed dreamy haze for Lucinda. She was incredibly aware that spending the nights in Tristan’s bed wasn’t part of her job. On the flip side, it felt so natural that she didn’t think it could be wrong. Her desire for him had only increased as the nights went on, not waned. Sometimes when they were together, she almost forgot that she wasn’t Tina, which was a mistake. She was here because she had a job to do and it sure wasn’t cooking.

  She was almost able to completely forget all about her life back in New York when her phone rang in the afternoon, startling her.

  Recognizing the number as her work, Lucinda knew right away who was calling. Tristan was out in the yard working with the hands on a new horse. She knew there wouldn’t be anyone around to overhear her if she slipped out the back door.

  “Hello?” She said, panting from running out onto the porch.

  “Lucinda. Roger Parker here. I was just calling for an update. You haven’t checked in with me at all. I wanted to make sure you were doing your job down there not just gallivanting around.”

  Lucinda blushed. She had to remind herself that there was no way Parker could know what she’d been doing with Tristan.

  “Yes,” she stammered. “I mean, Tristan trusts me enough to talk to me. The only thing is, everything seems to be legit. Even the IRS stuff. They were just checking over his books and they didn’t find anything out of place.”

  “Nothing can ever be legit. Everyone has something that they are hiding. I expect you to find it Lucinda. This company has spent a lot of money sending you down there. We’ve put our faith and trust in you to get the job done…”