by Dark Angel
“Mr. Hawke, your company has really blazed a trail forward in bringing adult oriented entertainment even more mainstream than it has ever been. Many people call you a visionary. Others call you a smut peddler like your father with fancier technology. What are your comments to them?” the reporter asks Arsen as the news camera points to him. I’m standing to the side, content to let Arsen take the interview.
But he doesn’t listen to my directions.
“I couldn’t have done it without the help of my wife, Ashley,” he says, gesturing towards me. I gasp as the news camera swivels and takes a picture of me. “She’s the one that had the idea for a FaceTime app for our services, a Skype app, and a Facebook Live daily feed. She’s really harnessed social media.”
“Mrs. Hawke, any comments?” Tricia the reporter asks, looking at me. She’s looking triumphant. I don’t understand why she wants to make us uncomfortable.
I’m frozen. I wasn’t expecting to be put on the spot.
It’s true though on some level. Every time we had brainstorming sessions for what to do next, Arsen could execute like nothing else, but he came to rely on me for ideas. But I need to be honest, if it weren’t for his questioning, I would have never have gotten the juices flowing to come up with the idea. And before you start snickering, that’s mental juices, okay? Oh my God, talk about mind in the gutter.
“It’s more of a back and forth between Arsen and I that results in some of the ideas that we have coming to me,” I tell the camera sweetly, belying my thumping heart at being on television for millions. “If he weren’t asking the right questions, I wouldn’t be coming up with the ideas.”
“How did you come up with the idea to partner with Oculus Rift to provide on-demand virtual reality re-enactments of popular romance e-books?” Tricia asks.
“Oh, that’s easy,” Arsen says and the camera swivels back to him. “We were in the shower together, and having some fun, when I said everyone should be so lucky to have someone so good at…” Arsen trails off as he realizes just what he’s done. Tricia has a wide smile on her face, with a gotcha grin. Arsen’s just embarrassed himself on live television. This is what reporters live for.
But not if I can help it.
Taking a deep breath and summoning every last bit of courage I have, I take several steps over to my husband. The man I married six months ago in a wedding that the New York Journal called ‘the Social Event of the Year’.
I wrap my arm around Arsen’s and take my hand and move his face over to mine. He looks at me, and I smile at him. He see’s into my soul through my eyes – and I think he realizes that together, nothing can stop us.
That’s when I look to the camera.
“Arsen and I were having sex in the shower,” I say without any trace of embarrassment and I see Tricia the reporter gasp. “He was fucking me so good doggiestyle, when he said to me that if everyone had someone like me in their lives who could fuck so good then a lot of the problems in the world would be solved.”
“Uh-uhm, right…” Tricia says, starting to visibly sweat.
“That’s when I pulled out and got on my knees and began to suck him off,” I say to Tricia, making sure to look her directly in the eyes. “And I started saying what if we had a movie that went along with a dirty book. And then what if we could somehow take the step of creating that world one step further for people. And that’s how Naughty Realities was born. From shower sex.”
Tricia is visibly sweating. She didn’t expect me to get this raw. It’s only 8 am on the East Coast. People are still getting up.
“Although,” I say sweetly, giving the reporter a break. “If there’s anyone else in this world we rely on more than anything else, it’s Arsen’s lawyer and his beautiful wife and my good friend, Yasmine.”
Gerard and Yasmine smile from where they’re seated at the couch. They’ve just been married a month ago. It shows in how close they sit and the fact that they can’t stop touching one another.
The interview continues for a little bit longer, mainly with Gerard and Arsen answering questions on the business end. How the proliferation of high-tech phone sex has created a new industry in America. How readily accessible virtual erotic encounters have literally taken the fight out of ISIS when used successfully. And how the future looks for Hawkelane Media.
“Things are looking up,” Arsen says, looking at me as he smiles.
I look down. There’s a tent beginning to form in his trousers. I smile. Looking up indeed.
Within minutes, the interview closes and Tricia and her cameraman are out the door. Gerard and Yasmine follow soon after.
Arsen and I eventually make our way to his office, where he closes the door as I pull myself into him and kiss him.
I can feel my breasts mash against his hard body. I can feel his hands squeeze my ass and I gasp as a finger travels lightly over the opening to my pussy.
Unfortunately, I’m going to have to leave you here. Don’t worry, I’m not kicking you out. You haven’t seen enough yet. There’s plenty more to come. Don’t you ever worry about that.
There’s always more to cum.
Client 5 over, on to Man Chaser!
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Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
She says she’s a Man Chaser. Well…they call me a Woman Tamer. Let’s see who wins, shall we?
Don’t worry. You read that line above just right. I tame women. Show them who’s boss. One night with Ethan Kane and these 8-pack abs, chiseled body and 12-inches of lust muscle hanging between my legs and they’ll do anything I damn well tell them to. So when Brittney tries to infiltrate my company to steal from me...when I see her trying to seduce me with her gorgeous curvy body and beautiful face...I know what I’m up against. And I’m not worried. At all. She thinks she can just shake that body and get me to roll over for her like a dog. She doesn’t realize that it’s going to be her that ends up on her knees as I tell her to beg. And when that happens, there’s only one question left to ask myself ... How badly does she need to be taught a lesson?
*** Come chase men with this exciting new standalone romance! No cliffhangers or cheating, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***
89
Ethan
UNNGGH!
That’s the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make her fucking yelp as well as moan.
“That’s right, you like how I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her crudely, holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I’ve got her bent over a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the house sits. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger. Giant 52” flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going. Pictures of the family all over the place.
It’s so fucking sweet it makes me fucking sick. But that’s what makes this shot you’re watching so fucking hot.
“Yes, oh my God, yes!” Carla yells out through clenched teeth as her pussy lips wrap themselves
around my thick, hard shaft. You know the size by now, babe. Ain’t no way you’re gonna turn the fucking page if I’m any smaller than 12 fucking inches. Well, I have news for you. When I’m fully engorged, I’m closer to 12 and a half fucking inches.
Think half an inch doesn’t make that much of a difference?
Watch this.
I pull back, bringing my tip near to the exit of Carla’s pussy and give her one second to catch her breath. Then I come out just a little. Enough for the big, bulbous head of my cock to exist half way. She’s whimpering. She knows what’s coming next.
And without another word, I push myself back in, in one swift stroke. She’s frothing at the lips and her fucking cunt wraps itself around me like a long lost fucking lover. She’s shaking.
“Yes, what?” I sneer. She needs to say it, goddamit. I increase my strokes.
“Yes, Daddy, it’s so fucking good!” she yells. “Please keep fucking me!”
“You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since your mother married me, haven’t you?” I ask her back, thrusting and groaning.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been a horny stepdaughter ever since I first saw you,” she moans. I don’t even think she knows what she’s saying anymore.
Now before you get all in a fucking huff. Let me just tell you that we’re not fucking related, okay? I want to make that clear.
Although, if you actually come within 40 feet of me, I don’t think you’d care one way or the other, babe. That’s because your clothes would already be in a fucking heap on the ground. You’d be wiggling out of your panties and spreading your legs to entice me.
I’m fucking serious. All it would seriously fucking take is for me to be in the same 50-foot radius as you.
That’s not me being fucking arrogant. That’s not me being an asshole. That’s just me telling you the fucking facts. Because there’s only one thing that my 6’ 3” body, with it’s sculpted definition that would make the Greek God Apollo fucking jealous, it’s hard-as-steel biceps, it’s broad shoulders, it’s massively defined pecs, it’s 8-pack abs, is going to do when unleashed on your body. There’s only one result when you look into my deep cobalt-blue eyes, rugged face with its strong jawline. There’s only one conclusion when you feel the strength of my muscles as they wrap around you, protect you, soothe you, and caress you. As every fiber in my body works together to fuck you, only one thing will happen.
You will fucking cum.
You’ll cum so fucking hard you’ll probably black out. You’ll be in a fucking sex haze for days. You won’t walk straight. You’ll have a deliciously sweet and good feeling of soreness that’ll make you wet just thinking about why you’re sore. You’ll lose track of fucking time. You’ll be pushed into paradise. You’ll be in orbit.
Because you’ll never have had, or will have, another fuck like the one I’ll give you. I fucking promise you that.
The thing is, I’ll have told you beforehand that while we fuck, you’re going to have to remember what I do to you—because afterwards, I’ll be out. Like a thief in the night. Sure, we’ll part ways amicably. But I’ll tell you this before I even fucking touch you. You’ll be so desperate to get your hands on me you won’t even care at that point. You’ll say yes to anything. Fuck, you won’t even realize till you wait by the phone the next day, wondering dreamily of when I’m going to call you only to realize that I’m not.
And that’s when you’re gonna start getting clingy. That’s when you’re going to find out that we had fun, and we had some good fucking memories, but all of a sudden you want more.
You want not just the body, but the fucking soul of Ethan Kane. You want me waking up next to you in the morning. You want to go for walks along the beach with me. You want to move into my multi-million dollar One57 penthouse in the skies of New York City. You want the billionaire bad boy. But you want him all for yourself. Fucking tamed.
Not gonna fucking happen in this lifetime, babe. Sorry. But I will have already told you that. I’ll have given you my entire vision. Its not my fault you were too fucking horny, dripping wet and ready to fuck, to pay attention.
“Oh Daddy, fuck me harder,” Carla moans, and I fucking oblige her. She’s not the cutest, but she’s got the face of a porn star, that’s for sure. She’s got a nice ass, and some solid tits. Definitely good for an afternoon fuck. Let’s put it like this, I got her bent over and she’s moaning my name, calling out to God in various languages as her pussy is contracting around my cock. I can tell she’s cumming and that she’s cumming hard. I can feel her body go limp, and I reach my hands over to hold her in place as I put in my last couple of thrusts.
Fuck, this is going to be a lot of fucking cum. I can tell already. Not for anything that Carla’s doing. But because my balls are the size of fucking tennis balls. I haven’t jerked off all fucking day.
“Argh!” I roar savagely as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm build up. My nuts tighten up and a jolt of electricity is shooting from my cock all the way up my spine.
I pull out and rip the condom off in one smooth flourish. You can barely even see it and that’s the fucking point. I turn Carla over with one arm and she turns willingly, a hungry look in her eye as she sinks down to her knees in front of my cock.
That’s right baby. Just like that. Come to fucking Daddy.
Carla looks at me with eyes clouded by lust and opens her mouth wide. She sticks out her tongue and I can’t control myself anymore. Just the wild abandon in this woman. The sheer depravity of the situation is too much for me. Just how fucking wrong it is. So fucking taboo. So fucking delicious.
I exhale and grunt as I fucking cum.
Shivers of pleasure wrack my body as thick, white ropes of cum shoot out. It hits her face and chin before she repositions herself and gets the remaining shots directly on her tongue and mouth.
I groan lewdly as she brings her mouth over and wraps her lips around my head, giving me a final couple of sucks.
My eyes roll back.
And that's when I hear it.
“Cut!” the sharp call of the director.
I open my eyes.
Carla is on her feet. She looks to me as she wipes her mouth with a towel. “That was fantastic, Ethan,” she says to me. “Only, I wish we had a chance to do it in private.”
I shrug. What can I say? I’m a busy fucking guy, and no way I’m going to make special time for an employee.
“Good luck with the rest of your shoots today, babe,” I tell her, and she smiles at me as I turn away.
Yeah, I know, you don’t need to tell me that she’s still looking. She’s staring at my naked ass. Wondering if there’s anything she can say.
“Ethan?” she calls out. Told you.
I turn around.
“You think that maybe….” Carla trails off because right at that moment my assistant, Cheryl walks up to me. I’m putting on my boxer briefs. But Cheryl doesn’t care. She’s seen everything already. And fuck you, no, I’ve never fucked her. But she’s been there for me since I was a kid.
Before I inherited all this. Before Illicit Entertainment was a globe girdling media company.
“I see you still insist on doing these movies, Ethan,” Cheryl says in an exasperated voice as she barely pays Carla any mind. Carla stands around for another minute, but decides that being naked at this point in time as everyone moves around her is just silly.
“You didn’t get the head shots, right?” I ask Cheryl.
She shakes her head. “No, everything was caught from the neck down,” she confirms. “It’s ready for beta testing on the product. We can head to the developer meeting right after this.”
Cheryl turns and starts walking to the door. She expects me to follow.
Oh right. The product. Haven’t told you what that is, babe. But trust me, you’re going to love it.
But before you head on in, let me just give you a fucking warning, okay?
You’ve seen what my fucking monster cock can do.
There’s a lot mor
e fucking coming up. Seriously, either take your panties off now, or get ready for them to get drenched. And I’m talking wet enough that there’s no passing it off.
Make sure you’re by yourself. Get the fucking batteries ready. Get the fan. Fuck. Do whatever.
Because you’re about to go for a ride that’s gonna fucking rock your whole world.
Just don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you, babe.
I turn around and slip my shirt on and follow Cheryl out of the studio.
90
Brittney
I check my face in my compact mirror one last time and get out of the car. I get a few looks from the people on the street—a door to a limo usually has the driver opening it, but no way I’m going to waste Walter’s time doing that right now. He absolutely has places to be and he needs to go focus on that. Besides, I’m a big girl. I’ve been a big girl for a while now.
I tug the sash around my trench coat and hold my head up. This is going to be easy. This is going to be fun.
My heels click and clack on the shiny marble floor as I walk into the global headquarters of Carter Jeffries—the storied investment bank. It’s located in midtown Manhattan, on 52nd and Park Avenue. I head straight to the security desk and look the overworked schmo in the eye.
“Brittney Roman to see Carl Ketchum,” I tell the security guard. I don’t pay any attention to the guy. I need to let him think that I think I’m too good for him. That I’m too busy looking at my phone, looking at my nails, doing anything.
I know how to pull it off. I’ve had to pull myself out of worse before. Hell, there’s not a day that doesn’t go by where I don’t look back at my life and wonder how I ended up here, owning my own company that's worth millions of dollars at the age of 27.