Erotic Romance Box Sets: Midnight Lily: A Billionaire’s Romantic Love Story (Book 1-3)
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Erotic Romance Box Sets: Midnight Lily: A Billionaire’s Romantic Love Story (Book 1-3)
Marian Middleton
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Marian Middleton
Copyright © 2016
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Table of Contents
Book One
Book Two
Book Three
Book One
Table of Contents
Blurb
CHAPTER 1: A Roasting Over Tuna Salad
CHAPTER 2: Feeling Down In A Multi-Million Dollar House
CHAPTER 3: Our First Time Having Sex
CHAPTER 4: Sex I So Sorely Needed
CHAPTER 5: The Morning After
CHAPTER 6: An Unexpected Visitor In My Bedroom
CHAPTER 7: What Is Paul’s Problem?
Blurb
Explore the epic tale of a young woman cornered into living with people she can’t stand. A billionaire stepfather, an ex-stripper for a mother, and an obnoxious step brother she can’t abide.
Frighteningly Realistic And Undeniably Steamy
See how a life of luxury becomes a cage for a sweet and innocent woman, and watch as she becomes more seedy, depraved, heartless…and accepted by those in the upper circles of society.
A Sexy And Epic Saga In Three Parts
Experience a three-part saga in the life of Leah, a woman torn from a life of penny pinching, to suddenly becoming one of the ladies of a mansion. See how her relationship with her stepbrother changes, and find out where it takes her.
The First Story Featuring Bullied Leah And Her Scumbag Stepbrother Paul
In the story, you see how sweet and innocent Leah has adapted to her new life in the mansion. See how she is constantly pulled from side to side by her mother who is desperate to keep living the high life. Read how she is ignored by an insecure billionaire stepfather, and see how she is bullied by her stepbrother.
Things take a turn for the worse when the relationship between her and her stepbrother changes. In a fit of delicious madness, she does something she should regret, only to then fall into the arms of somebody else in the house.
Experience Every Tender Touch, Warm Embrace And Passionate Kiss!!!
The story is just one part of a three-piece saga, and in it, you get to see her descent from a sweet young woman to the sort of person that fits in with self-obsessed socialites. Read about every tender touch, warm embrace and experience every passionate kiss. Find out what happens when a young and sweet woman submits to the whim of her sex drive. Feel her pain, watch her grow, and dive into the erotic tale that is her life.
CHAPTER 1: A Roasting Over Tuna Salad
I look down at my fork and the tiny tarnish marks on the silver where the maid has allowed drops of water to spill on the silverware right after polishing. I gaze down at the sprig of dressed salad perched on my fork and wish he would just finish his joke and move on. Paul proceeds with his funny story as I await the inevitable punchline that picks on me whilst making him look like the big man--again.
Sat at the large mahogany table is my new step dad to her left. He carries himself like a lion, but is in fact a tremendous physical coward. He threatened to fire a maid and created a big scene, but when her boyfriend paid a visit, he hid behind me (literally) and ended up paying him $1200 just to go away and take his girlfriend with him. I have never loved or hated him, but if I could turn back time, I would have gone back 14 months and broken my mother’s ankles to stop her going to work. What sort of a slime ball picks up a woman at a strip club anyway?
To my right is my mother. She is actually 48yrs old, but has the body and face of a 30 year old. She can stretch and bend in all directions, which is the only reason she still worked at a strip club at the age of 40+. This was all until Steve, the “love of her life,” came along and rescued her, and ohhhh how she doesn’t let me forget it. I cannot even look at him sideways without her pulling me into a corner and reminding me how he has married her and taken us is. The big billionaire condescends down to rescue the poor defenseless 40yr old stripper that can pick her nose with her toes. Its all so “Pretty Woman” if the movie were shot in a sleazy club full of rich businessmen.
Paul continues with his pointless and degrading story. The 27yr old stepbrother that my mother wants me to respect…because if we fall out it may ruin her chances. My mother is out of her mind. Her pre-nup alone says she gets 10 mil after the split--irrespective of the circumstances. Steve gains 10 mil every time there is an earthquake in a non-Anglo Saxon country, so it is not as if my mother is trapped. She would go from a cashless stripper in her forties to a lady of leisure that was set for life if he were to divorce her.
Paul reaches his crescendo, and in typical male fashion, he reaches it before everybody else gets a chance to enjoy themselves. Steve gives a grizzling laugh, I remain motionless, and my mother throws her head back and laughs like somebody just pushed a feather duster up her skirt. I take his comments and bullying with good humor because, as I am reminded hundred of times per month, he is just playing and [quote], “It is just his way of being friendly.” Though I notice he doesn’t do it to other people. Just poor, blonde, innocent, 21yr old me.
I know exactly why he does it. He feels emasculated by his father’s money, influence and chest plumping, so he takes out his inferiority complex on me--little miss victim. He is pathetic. Even with his dad’s money, the best he can attract is whores and skanks. I have never seen him with a woman that can quote his middle name, shoe size, or even his real age. All they care about is scoring drugs and squeezing him for money.
CHAPTER 2: Feeling Down In A Multi-Million Dollar House
Three nights later, Leah is laid on her pink fluffy bed. The interior was designed by some New York limp-wristed man with big hair and small underpants. The room is a fair size with massive windows that look out onto the golfing green. Her bed is mammoth sized to the point where regular washing machines cannot fit her bed sheets in. She has spent the last three hours on Facebook being told by her boyfriend that she is too needy and that she sucks cock like a bulldog. Her boyfriend found a cute 17yr old that he can control, so he doesn’t want plump breasted, 21yr old Leah. She wants a man to love her, but her boyfriend wants a woman to play with like a kitten plays with string.
Staring at her ceiling, she tries to look for faces in the textured patterns. She wants to cry over her lost boyfriend, but the fact is she knows he was just a stopgap. She knew she didn’t have a future with him, but he stopped her feeling lonely--and he was very convincing when he told her he loved her.
Minutes turn to hours, and Leah drifts between dozing off and daydreaming, when suddenly the double doors to her room burst open. Paul e
rupts into the room, half-stumbling and half-falling as he enters. That morning, he had a grilling from his father about the job he is doing in the company. His dad said he could be replaced by a pocket calculator, and Paul didn’t take it too well. He had a bottle of 8-year old whisky in one hand, and a silk cloth in the other.
“Wahhh, haaa, HAAAA!” he drunkenly blurts as he sees Leah lying on the bed. She casts a glance over him like a noon-day shadow and rests her head back on the pillow.
“There you…urk…you are!” he cries, trying to act inquisitive. “I’ve been hooking for woo,” he slurs.
Leah, exasperatedly apathetic, says, “What…now?!”
Paul straightens himself up and composes his behavior as if to hide the fact he was upset and a little drunk. “I found this little silk handkerchief.” He pauses, walks up to the bed and looks down on Leah before saying, “I thought it was another one of your slutty bathing costumes.”
Leah barely gives him a second glance. Paul becomes impatient as he waits for a reply and rants, “You shouldn’t wear slutty bathing costumes so much. My dad is respectable. He doesn’t need a slut like you turning him on.”
Yet again, Leah lies there knowing that eventually he will get bored and go away. Paul leans over and shakes her by the shoulder. Leah reacts angrily and pushes off his hand and cries, “Fuck off” as she sits up on her bed and moves away from the edge so he will have to reach over to touch her.
Paul acts affronted as he revises his body language. He pauses before saying, “No, fuck you, you fucking whore, you and your fucking whore mother. You are a piece of common shit, its no wonder your can’t keep a boyfriend.”
Leah looks him dead in the eye and says calmly, “Leave…please.” Paul winds in his neck and starts for the door. He turns as he walks and says, “No man would ever want you…that is why your dad would rather go to jail than see your cock sucking face.”
There is a moments silence as Paul makes his way to the door, until Leah takes in a deep breath and breaks out in tears. She opens the floodgates and streams of tears fall down her pale supple cheeks and onto her satin pajamas. Paul looks back to see what the blubbering noise was, only to see Leah’s eyes sparkle with tears moments before she puts her hands to her face.
She brings up her knees and curls into a ball as she whimpers and sniffles onto her arms and sleeves. Paul feels better as he begins to leave and half-expects her to jump up and start arguing. As he starts to leave the room, he slowly grasps the two doors and closes them. He doesn’t want his dad to see that he has made his new stepdaughter cry.
Paul saunters back to the still-weeping Leah and says, “Errrrm.” There is a stark silence as she continues to bury her head into her arms and knees. He sits on the bed and moves up to her. “Errrrm…listen…I’m…I’m sorry.”
Leah doesn’t react except to blubber a little and try to regain her breathing. He gently puts his hand on her shoulder, but removes it quickly. Leah attempts to raise her head to say something, but quickly returns it to her arms as she whimpers and begins crying again.
Moments pass before Paul says, “Awww, listen, I’m sorry.” He rises to his knees on the bed and moves in to hug her curled up form. He cuddles her with her head and shoulders near his chest and his arms wrapped around the top of her shoulders. His head above hers so he could look down. He embraces her for a little while as he speaks soothing pleasantries.
Her cheeks are rose red from crying and the top of her satin pajamas is moist and wet. The slinky material clings to her boobs, following the contours of her supple breasts as her nipples become erect. She breathes deep as it becomes blurry and hot. His top lip slides across her slick and shiny bottom lip, and lingers for half a second before moving. She leans back and lifts her head a little, almost like a wounded animal scooped off the road by a strong set of hands.
He hums as if he is going to say something, but instead moves his lips closer. Out past his lips his tongue peeks out. He gently allows the very tip of his tongue to dance across her top lip, almost hoping she would open her mouth. He pulls her closer and presses his lips against hers. She still does not open her mouth, but she doesn’t pull away either.
Paul starts to kiss her lips slowly, but she did not react. As he kisses and pulls her close, he starts to move his head down so he can run his sloppy warm kisses down her cheek and onto her moist and waiting neck. She opens her mouth to catch her breath, and a dark but pleasant feeling shoots from her neck, through her womb and to her clit. Her pussy swells and starts to drip as he smothers her slim and sexy neck with burning hot kisses. The feel of his breath is warm and passionate and makes her hairs stand on end.
She wraps her arms around him, putting her hands on his back, and digging in her nails as he moves back up to kiss her. He kisses with an oily, hot and primitive force. His furtive tongue touches her pliant-smooth tongue and flicks it a little inside her mouth as they melt into the kiss. In each other’s arms they lie backwards and he pushes his crotch into her groin and grinds her gently but firmly.
He sinks down and maneuvers himself to kiss down along her neck and onto her chest. He grabs her tantalizing boobs with both hands and massages them as she pants like a waiting bitch on heat. She unbuttons her top quickly for fear he will try to drunkenly rip it off. She wiggles out of her pajama top and he licks, kisses and sucks her proud exposed breasts.
CHAPTER 3: Our First Time Having Sex
As he licked my nipples, I could feel my pussy become warm and radiate a sexual heat as I became wetter and wetter. My kinky little panties were soaked with anticipation as he kissed his way down my sculpted body and to my pajama bottoms that covered my regal and shiny smooth legs. They were long and toned with a hint of a tan and perfect toes. The man I wrap my sultry sheer legs around should consider himself the luckiest man on earth. There are no finer legs on a woman than the perfect luscious Barbie Doll legs I have.
He tugged on my pajama bottoms until I was out of them. He cast a look at the camel toe that was my panty-covered pussy. His face was inches away as he kissed the lower part of my belly. He could feel the heat and lush warmth radiate from my crotch and onto his chest.
In a slow and hazy blur, he gently peeled my panties from my waiting cunt, and the sensuous flower that was my pussy opened up. He pushed his lips onto my delicate rose garden and lapped at my delicious vagina like a dog. He kissed and sucked my private lips and ran his slippy wet tongue over my clitoris. I gushed with wet fluid and raised my legs and ass so he could fully enjoy the kinky pink meal that was my privates.
He crawled up me like a bush baby clinging to a tree and wiped his dripping mouth on my sheets. He had somehow managed to hula out of his clothes and deposit them on the floor. I looked down to see a proud and meaty cock pulsating and hard. He wielded it like a policeman’s truncheon as he rested it on my lower pelvis so that he may sneak up close and kiss me.
His penis was hard and strong with beads of moisture as it stood proud and tall. Like a swimmer fresh from the pool. He kissed and attacked my lips, pushing, groping and molesting my mouth with his lips and tongue. I start to tingle and whip my hands to his ass. I grab his greasy hot buns and dig my long nails into him. I want to hurt him and fuck him at the same time.
I pulled on his ass and his pelvis to try to pull him into me. “I wanna fuck and I wanna do it now.”
He squirms as his hands carelessly squeeze and grope my red and sweaty breasts. “Fuck me!” I command, and he grabs my pert little ass with both hands, aims his chunky fat cock and thrusts it into me. I shudder like a tree being hit with an axe, and I foam around my pussy lips as he pumps and grinds my innocent sweet vagina. I’m burning with desire and lust. The sound of him sloshing back and forth with his cock in my cunt is echoed by the velvety moans I cry out quietly like a girly and flirtatious virgin.
CHAPTER 4: Sex I So Sorely Needed
He humped like a Labrador with short sharp bursts of sexual action. I was upset and worn down from the events of the d
ay, but felt a weird sort of bubbling chemistry when he touched me. When his hands clamped around my pert bottom and he thrust his cock into my pussy, I felt invigorated and a little excited.
I had been through a lot that day, but the more he touched me, the more I was magnetized by him. The more I felt drawn to his body, his lips and even the film of sweat appearing on his chest. I felt almost as if I had been somehow intoxicated by his musk and sexual energy. As if his smell was infesting my pores and his alluring husky grunts were calling to the silhouette that was once my hatred for him. It was almost as if by submitting to his penis, I was finally showing I was superior. That I still had control because at any time I could break him by making him stop. I felt as if I had him in the pale palm of my now-sticky hand.
He thrust and pumped at me as if he were an African child pumping for water at a pitted well. I wanted to submerse myself in the feeling of being rutted and having a cock pull my pussy back and forth as it sloshed in and out, but I didn’t want to get those feeling from him. I was yearning for an orgasm, but wished it were another giving it to me. It was as if I was hungry and wanted smooth peanut butter, but instead found crunchy peanut butter. I wanted to be more enthusiastic. I wanted to grasp his cock hard, squeeze it tightly, and stuff it up myself with a frantic horny madness, but his cock was not the one I wanted.