Hands On: Bride of the Billionaire

by Rose, Jenna

  All I can think, with my face buried between Jennie’s perfect thighs, while I drag my tongue up her slick slit and find her clit, is that if I died right now, I’d be a happy man. I still have to claim her of course, but I’m already in heaven.

  “Grayson…” Her breath is soft and labored as I flatten my tongue on her little pleasure button. The scent of her pussy has me going crazy, and her taste has me feeling wild. My cock is a hot bar of desire ready to stretch her tight, untouched walls and make them mine.

  But first I’m going to make her come.

  Standing over her, I grab her breast as she jerks me and pinch her nipple just hard enough to cause her to gasp again. I feel a rush of wetness against my chin and move my tongue faster, causing her hand to move faster on my cock.

  It’s been days since I last came, and I could probably bust right now, but I tighten my core and keep my focus on her. More pressure. I take a breath, inhaling her sweet scent as her body goes tense. She raises up slightly off the table and lets out a long, eager moan. She’s right there.

  I moan into her pussy and her hand clenches down on my cock. Then she goes over the edge.

  “I—I’m coming!”

  A primal growl ripples through my chest as she climaxes. Her sweet juices run down my lips and chin as I hold my tongue on her clit, letting her ride the waves of ecstasy until finally she lets out a long, satisfied sigh and relaxes on the table. I wait a few seconds before removing my mouth.

  “You’re fucking sexy when you come,” I tell her, seizing her by the hips and twisting her ninety degrees so her hips are off the table and her legs are wide open to me.

  “I…wow…”

  Her pussy is bare, pink, and glistening with my spit and her juices. It’s gorgeous, a perfect little flower just waiting for what I’m going to do to it.

  “Is it…will it hurt?” she asks. I lean in, brush aside a loose piece of hair and gently kiss her cheek.

  “A little,” I whisper. “But then, baby, you have no idea. I’m going to stretch that virgin pussy with my cock and make a woman out of you. I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll never want to leave me. I’m going to make you mine.”

  I take my cock and press my crown against her innocent little hole. She gasps and arches her back off the table and whispers back, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Good.”

  When I enter her, we both moan in unison. She’s even tighter than I expected. I push and feel her innocence give way, and we both moan again. I press my body against hers and slide my hands beneath her, grasping her ass with a tight grip, feeling the warm, supple flesh.

  She’s so fucking soft, and I growl long and hard as I slip every inch inside of her. I can feel her stretch and don’t stop until I’m all the way in, my balls pressed against her little asshole, my lower abs against her clit.

  “All the way,” I tell her. “You’re mine now.”

  I start fucking her, but slowly. Neither of us can take it hard right now; she’s brand new and I’ll come in five seconds if I go much faster. Instead, I treat it like a slow dance. I move my hips, and she moves hers. I kiss her long and deep, knowing I’m the luckiest man in the goddamn world.

  Her sweet, young pussy has me possessed, and it’s not long before I feel her body begin to quiver beneath me. Fuck, she’s close, but I’m not sure if I can hold out. “Baby, I’m gonna fucking come. I have to stop—”

  “No, don’t stop!” she cries out.

  “I’ll come—”

  Her hips bucking and her pussy clenching down on my cock, Jennie seizes my face and pulls my eyes to hers. “Then come.”

  “Inside you?” I ask, as my balls go tight. “Are you on birth control?”

  Jennie’s eyes sparkle. I know the answer before she says it. “No. Is that a problem?”

  My cock pulses. She’s right there and so am I. “Fuck no,” I tell her. It’s not even remotely a problem; it’s exactly what I wanted to hear.

  “Then give it to me, big boy.”

  And that’s all it takes.

  My orgasm rocks me. My cock pumps hard, and I spray my seed inside her, causing her to cry out and climax too. I tighten my grip on her and bury my dick as deep as it will go as we come together. I silence her moan with my lips. I just have to kiss her. We moan into each other’s mouths until we both finish.

  Finally, I break our embrace to take a deep breath, and when I look back down, I see her smiling up at me with an expression of pure bliss.

  Yeah, this is something I could get used to.

  “Let me ask you something,” I say slowly.

  “Anything.”

  I’m not sure about this, but I’m gonna go for it anyway. “Is it too soon to say I love you?”

  Jennie’s eyes sparkle and she shakes her head.

  “Definitely not.”

  Epilogue

  Jennie

  Three years later…

  Yeah, being a mom is great – even better than I thought it would be. Some women might think having a kid at 22 is a bit young, but I couldn’t be happier. When I look at Jason sleeping in his crib while his little lamp projects a star pattern across the room, I can’t help but think about what all my single friends are missing.

  Forget Single Ladies. Can Beyonce make a Married Women song? Because I’d love to jam out to that!

  I hear a gentle knock at the door and turn to see Sheryl standing there smiling, her tablet in her hands. “Excuse me, but your client is here. He’s waiting in the massage room for you.”

  “Thank you,” I say with a smile. I turn back to my son, lean down, kiss him on the cheek and whisper, “Time for Mommy to go to work.”

  I leave the room, close the door, and give myself a quick check as I head downstairs. There’s a bit off fluff on my right heel, so I reach down and flick it away, then brush my skirt to make sure it lays flat. My fishnets look good – thankfully I didn’t tear a hole in them putting Jason to bed – and I cinch up my robe as I make my way down the hall to the massage room.

  And there he is, lying on his stomach, his incredible body on full display beneath the flickering candlelight.

  “Mr. Adams, is it?” I ask as I enter and close the door.

  “That’s right,” he replies without looking up.

  I adjust the sheet draped over his midsection and smile when I see he’s naked underneath. His body is absolutely incredible. “Any problem areas?”

  He reaches up with a hand and shows me. “My neck and shoulders mostly. I carry a lot of stress there.”

  “Oh, is that right?” I ask. I tug the belt on my robe and let it fall to the floor. That gets him to look up. I’m topless, and when he sees my breasts, a smile comes over his handsome face.

  “Wow. You’ve got amazing breasts. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”

  “Why would I mind?” I ask as I pump oil into my hands and get into position at the head of the table.

  “Almost as good as my wife’s,” he adds, smirking up at me.

  “Almost?” I ask as I go to work. “She must be a very lovely girl.”

  “Mmm, she’s incredibly sexy,” he says as he reaches out and grasps my thighs. But I pull away and give him a scolding slap on the shoulder.

  “Not yet, Grayson,” I whisper. My husband looks up at me and smiles.

  “Who’s Grayson? My name is Mr. Adams.”

  “Sorry,” I reply as I push his head down into the face cushion. “Grayson’s just this ex-boyfriend of mine. Sometimes I end up saying his name when I don’t mean to.”

  My husband chuckles. “He must be a pretty important guy.”

  I run my hands across his back muscles and go to work on him. He groans as I hit all the right spots. I know exactly what to do now to please him. One massage every day will do that. After about a half an hour, I grab a hot towel and clean the oil off his back.

  “You want to flip over?” I ask casually. “Mr. Adams” obviously does. He turns onto his back and lets the s
heet fall to the floor, exposing his full erection. His eyes devour me, taking in today’s outfit and the rest of my body. I let my hands play gently over his muscled chest as he reaches out and cups my ass.

  “Mmm, someone wants a little more than a massage,” I muse softly.

  “Will that be extra?” he asks.

  “You know, normally it would be,” I reply as I climb up onto the table with him. Keeping my eyes on his, I reach down to the crotch of my fishnets and tear a hole, causing his eyes to flash. “But I like you, so there won’t be any additional charge.”

  “Mr. Adams” growls and takes me by the hips. “I like you too.”

  I let out a long sigh of satisfaction as I lower myself onto his hard cock. My head falls back as he guides me all the way down. I start moving up and down, feeling the stretch I always feel when he’s inside me.

  There’s nothing like it. My husband is a god, and these little fantasy dates of ours are incredible. Just another way we keep our relationship fresh. I have it all: my dream man, a perfect home, a stable life, and a baby boy that makes my heart swell with joy every time I see him.

  And they say married life is boring! Little do they know.

  The End

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  About the book

  She wandered into my world and now she’s not getting away.

  Lucy Winters is a princess – modern day royalty.

  I hate girls like her, but I can’t keep my eyes off her.

  She’d never go for a guy like me. Her wealthy family would do everything in their power to stop it.

  Because I’m from that other world. The dark underbelly.

  But I saved her life and now she owes me a debt.

  And I’m not about to let her go until it’s paid.

  Prologue

  Bryce

  “Jesus Christ, girl. How can you be so fucking stupid?”

  I’m growling from my Harley as I watch her come out of Starbucks with her coffee in one hand and her cell phone glued to her ear with the other. She doesn’t even notice the guy in the black sedan with his hat over his eyes that’s been following her for the last half hour. She may be gorgeous, but she’s also apparently dumber than a sack of nails.

  But those curves…

  She’s wearing short-shorts today, baby blue, that show off her coltish stems that go all the way up to her wide, birthing hips that have my male instincts stirring inside me. I’ve never been into feet, but hers are adorable, with her cute little toes slid into a pair of pink flip-flops. Hell, I’d suck them if she asked me to.

  And then the rest of her…

  The white vintage crop-top she’s wearing shows off her flat stomach and perfect skin. She has a bellybutton piercing – a little pink stud from the looks of it, and her wrists are both jam-packed with bracelets of gold and silver. Her hair, dirty blond like butter and honey, spills down her shoulders in a mountainous mess. I want nothing more than to wrap my fingers in it and tug, arch that barely-legal body back, and stare down as I enter and claim her.

  Lucy Winters…

  She’s a princess. A rich girl. Practically royalty, the daughter of Peter Winters, a hedge fund manager who owns half of Grey Peak, including a mansion on the top that could have been featured on MTV Cribs if it was still around.

  I want her more than I can stand, but I also hate her more than anything.

  Rich bitch. That’s what she is, just like all the other snobby princesses who live in this town. She thinks she’s better than me, a public school boy who grew up without a penny to his name. She’s driving around in a brand new Mercedes G-Wagon and could snap her fingers and have Daddy buy my house and all the houses on the street in five minutes. With cash.

  She’d never look twice at a guy like me.

  I saw her coming up Main Street a half hour ago with this asshole on her tail. I grew up hard and could tell instantly that he was up to no good. And sure enough, I stuck with them and watched him tail her to the bookstore, the boutique women’s clothing store, the vintage T-shirt shop, and now to Starbucks, and she still doesn’t have a clue.

  Most people would just call the cops, but I know better. Guys like this don’t learn their lesson from a stern talking-to by the boys in blue; they need to be showed what happens to them if they fuck around, and I’m just the guy to do it. All I need now is the opportunity.

  I groan as Lucy bends over and sets her coffee in the cup-holder, causing her shorts to lift slightly and reveal the cleft of her ass right where it meets her soft, smooth thighs. I get a quick flash as she slides into the truck, and is it my imagination, or is she not wearing any panties?

  “Fuck,” I growl as I start the bike. If she’s going out without underwear, that means she’s not as innocent as she looks. A ball of jealous rage starts to spin inside me as I think about the possibility of some other guy getting his hands on her. Some teenage prick that doesn’t know how to handle a body like that. Lucy’s built like a Formula-1 race car, and just because you have your driver’s license doesn’t mean you’re equipped to handle something that’s built to utter perfection.

  She pulls away from the curb, and I wait for her stalker to follow, my chest tight with protective rage. So what if she’s a stuck-up bitch? She’s my stuck-up bitch, and no one’s going to lay a finger on her.

  I follow them up the block through town and over the bridge by the falls. It’s a crisp fall evening and would be a nice night for a drive if not for this asshole. She takes the turn out of town that heads up the mountain, and so does he. It enrages me that she still hasn’t noticed him on her ass. Has no one taught this girl to look out for herself?

  As the sun falls over the treetops, the bastard accelerates. For a second, I think he’s going to go around her, but instead he slams right into her back left side, sending her truck into an awkward spin. I grit my teeth and see red as she slides off the road into the ditch.

  It’s go time.

  The black sedan pulls up beside her and the man is out in a split second. He’s wearing all black and has something in his hand – zip-ties.

  It’s a kidnapping.

  Sorry, pal. Not on my watch.

  He reaches the driver’s side door and pulls it open. I hear Lucy’s scream and gun the throttle, causing him to spin around as I rocket toward him. He throws himself out of the way as I skid to a halt in front of him. I’m off the bike in a split second with my fist aimed straight for his nose.

  I gotta give him credit; he moves well and ducks the blow and retaliates with one of his own. But it isn’t enough. His fist bounces harmlessly off my abs. I twist and land an uppercut that cracks his teeth against each other and sends him toppling backwards. He hits the ground and I’m on him.

  “You stay away from her, you understand!?” I bellow, drawing my switchblade from my pocket and letting him see it. The terror in his eyes would have me smiling if I wasn’t so fucking furious.

  “You may think I’m the kind of guy to call the cops,” I hiss. “But I’m not. I’m the kind of guy to handle this myself and make sure no one ever sees you again.”

  “Hey, man. I—”

  “Shut the fuck up!” I snap, pressing the flat side of the blade against his neck. “You say one more word and it will be your last! I want you out of town by tomorrow. Understand? I see you around here again, I don’t care if it’s just to get gas or buy a fucking soda, and you’re gonna fucking regret it. Now nod if you understand me.”

  As I suspected, the piece of s
hit crumbles. Tears begin to well up in his eyes and he nods slowly and carefully. I grab him by the collar, hoist him to his feet, and push him back into his car. It’s taking everything I have not to do something terrible to him, but Lucy is here and I don’t want her to see something like that. His tires squeal and in five seconds he’s speeding away into the darkness.

  I’m fuming. My hand is clenched so tightly around the hilt of my knife that my knuckles are starting to hurt. As hard as it is to do, I shake the rage from my mind and make my way quickly over to the G-Wagon. I have to make sure Lucy is all right. If anything happened to her…

  My heart just about bursts when I see her slumped over on the steering wheel.

  No…

  I reach in and pull her into a seated position. When I see that she’s breathing, my pulse starts to calm down.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, searching her body for signs of injuries. There’s a bump on her forehead, but I don’t see any blood, and she doesn’t look like she’s in pain; mostly, she just looks like she’s scared out of her fucking mind.

  She looks at me, and when her eyes meet mine, it’s like a punch in the gut one hundred times stronger than the one I just received. It takes the wind out of me. All I see is innocence – pure innocence and beauty. A beauty that should be impossible.

  Carefully, I brush her hair out of her face, and for a brief moment, I feel like I’m looking at my future. Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe she isn’t the stuck-up bitch I thought she was. Is it possible that a girl like this could actually love me? But then her eyes shift and an expression comes over her face and I instantly remember who I am.

  “Get your hands off me,” she snaps as she fumbles for her cell phone. “I’m calling the police!”