Cunning Linguist: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “There are some powerful people who are funding my campaign for Governor that want Magnus out. They won’t be happy till he’s out. And they won’t be happy when some little girl from the Upper East Side decides to say no to them,” she finished.

  “Or what? There’s only one way to do my job, and that way is the right way.” I hiss through my gritted teeth and, without waiting for a reply from either Laurel or my mother, I slam down my laptop’s lid.

  I take a few deep breaths, staring down at my laptop as if it could explode at any minute, and then I let the realization of what I just did start to sink in. I just hung up on my mother and on the mayor. Jesus, what has gotten into me? I’m not the kind of girl that gets all worked up for nothing. But I guess this whole situation doesn’t fit the nothing category, huh?

  I know what you’re thinking. I’ve just went on and on about my job and duty as a journalist, and I did all that after fucking the man I’m supposed to be investigating. If you think that makes me a hypocrite, well… There’s nothing I can do about that, is there? But I hope that, at the very least, you make an effort to understand.

  It’s one thing to read about Magnus Davion, but it’s a whole new ball game when you experience him. More than a man, he’s a force of nature.

  I knew that the moment I first laid eyes on him, back when I was only a wide-eyed 18-year-old. I was just a young girl back then, but I already felt that deep animal attraction, that magnetism that just draws you further and further in until you no longer know the way back.

  Just a stupid fantasy, I lied to myself when I accepted this assignment, trying to box the lust I felt for him as a teenage crush on an older man. But when I saw him at the gala, I have to admit: I felt that fire in my belly again, that burning need to have his body pressed against mine taking me over... and so I just said yes when he asked me out.

  We were supposed to have dinner and ‘reconnect’, whatever that means, but five minutes into the dinner and I knew how the night would end. And I was right. Yeah, yeah, I know… I kinda provoked it, but so what? It’s not like it’s going to happen again.

  Did I enjoy it? Yup. Was it the best sex of my life? You can bet it was. But all that doesn’t mean I’ll allow myself to be dragged into a forbidden relationship. He’s my stepfather, after all. I haven’t forgotten about that.

  The way I see it, that night with Magnus was just a one time thing. And now that I’ve scratched that itch, I can focus on the task at hand and—wait, did you hear that? Someone’s knocking at the door.

  I place my laptop on the coffee table in front of me and get up from the couch; I make my way toward the door, stretching my arms as I go. Who the hell can it be this late? I don’t think Laurel’s pissed enough to drive all the way to my apartment. At least I hope not. My mother might be, though. That woman loves to fight as much as she loves her Louis Vuitton bags.

  I open the door, sighing and waiting to see my mother standing in the doorway. But she isn’t there; it’s someone else entirely.

  “Busy?” Magnus asks me, taking one step toward me and placing one arm around my waist. He pulls me into him and, without waiting for a reply, leans in and crushes his lips on mine.

  Remember when I told you that what happened between Magnus and I was just a one-time thing?

  I think I might have lied.

  Penny

  “Hello, daddy,” I say, and I can feel my smile spreading across my face. Even if I didn't want it to be there, it is.

  Just like the wetness in my panties when I see his smile.

  I follow his eyes as they travel over me. Magnus likes what he sees. I’m his stepdaughter. Or I was. And when he looks at me, well, he’s not thinking of me as his little baby girl the way the rest of the world thinks he should. But me? I’m very happy to be the impetus for that fine slab of cock stabbing at his trousers in way that looks almost painful. Really, I’m already licking my lips when I think about freeing the beast.

  “Penny,” Magnus growls low in his throat. His lips close over mine before I have time to think or do anything but kiss him back. I could've resisted a moment later, had I wanted to. But the instant my senses understood his touch I'm overcome by my own lust. Our lips press together fervently. This is not a gentle kiss. It is not a request for sex, not a request for love. It's a demand for me to be all his.

  I have no issue with that. Whatever I have to give, I want him to take. Magnus kisses with such power that I know my lips will be bruised, stinging long after his lips find purchase elsewhere on my body. I taste his breath, expensive wine and the rich flavor of a sensual man. There’s no boyish booze, no tawdry cheap tastes to be had. His mouth is smooth as the silk that peaks from his suit pocket squares. Magnus’s scent fills my nose, the masculine scent of power and something primal, like a fire at night and the woods at dusk. His lips dance over mine; his tongue caressing me with a delicate yet possessive nature that sends shivers through my body. His hands close over and pull me up to him; Magnus is much taller than me and lifts me off the ground so that he can kiss me deeper.

  Finally, leaving me gasping but not releasing me so that my feet are flat on the ground — I’m like a ballerina locked in a form — Magnus breaks the kiss. “I need my cock buried in your sweet pussy, now,” he says in a voice like a wave crashing over my body.

  Heated salt sprays my skin and brings the scratching tickle of lust like the sea’s embrace riding through me. I want that very much. The very idea of riding his cock again, being fucked by him again, makes me ache for him. The pressure in my belly is an extension of the throb in my pussy. My clit twitches. I have to take a moment to breathe in for a just a second, and I don’t know if I should tear off my clothes, or his first.

  Magnus throws me over his shoulder and walks through my doorway. Shutting the door and slamming me into that closed door, his hands answer my dilemma. Magnus tears my clothing off in a few seconds, everything falling to the ground in shreds. My skin is covering in raised goosebumps reacting to the air shocking my skin, and the way that he’s aroused me with this show of force.

  Everything about it says…

  I want you.

  I’ll have you.

  And I’ll take what I want now.

  That’s romance to my ears now. There’s nothing gentle about Daddy, no, he’s stern and insistent.

  I watch him remove his own clothes and I race him to shuck my own clothes off first.

  I look at him as I lean down, preparing for him. In a moment, he’s inside me I catch only a glance at his incredible cock before he drives into me with a thrust I fear might break me. His cock spears into me and sinks deep into my pussy, replacing all the empty places inside me with his enormous girth. Magnus has a cock like I can’t believe. I think if I swallow, I may taste the head—that's how massive his cock is.

  Pressing my bruised-with-kisses lips together, I moan at being filled up with Magnus’s cock.

  He draws a thumb to my clit, pressing his palm to my stomach, and the pressure drives me wild. Daddy sure knows how to ring a doorbell, I think. I would laugh, on the inside, at this, but I’m too busy focusing on remembering to breathe with the intensity of sensation.

  Magnus fucks like a demon, damning me to wicked pleasure in every moment. My back burns with the slam against the door, but the pain is more than welcome. He fucks me in a needy way, in the hungry way his cock slams into me again and again. He couldn’t wait to get me anywhere else. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of me. His hands touch my body; his mouth wanders hungrily over my skin. But the first thing Magnus does? He kisses me, then he fucks me, and then he kisses me more. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. My body shudders in ecstasy around him. My body is hopelessly pinned beneath his desires. Sonic waves of sound and pleasure reverberate through my body as Magnus pounds his cock into my pussy again and again. I taste his need, and moans build low in my throat to forecast my own need.

  “Magnus!” I cry out as the speed of his cock slamming into me,
and his thumb working over my clit, threaten to seize me. I don’t know if I’m begging to cum, announcing that I will, or begging him to force me to hold out again. I don’t know if I want him to cum inside, on me, or what. I just know that his name is the only thing on my mind now. I want to shout his name but I only manage the small sound because I’m overthrown with sensation. My body is an extension of every place where he touches me.

  “Goddamn,” Magnus says with a laugh. He pulls his hand from my clit. Lifting me up from the door, I wrap my legs around him to make sure his cock doesn’t leave me. He carries me to my bedroom and lays me on the bed. “I feel like a damn teenager,” Magnus says, laughing again. “I need to fuck you more than I need air in my lungs. I want to seat my cock in your pussy and fuck you till the sun comes up and then start all over again.” Magnus tucks some of my hair behind my ear, his bicep flexed in front of me for this simple move.

  I’m drinking in the sight of him like I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’ve never seen such an Adonis before like the body of Magnus. He’s so good looking it looks like he was carved from marble.

  His eyes meet mine, and though he’s still fucking me so hard that the slamming wet sound of his cock entering me is piercing the very air, there’s something tender in how he regards me in that gaze. “Do you know how good you look piped full of my dick and moaning, your eyes rolling back, your body swaying and sweating?”

  Even if I could answer him, my eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I’m putting all my energy into using the leverage I have from my feet locked together behind Magnus’s back and I’m lifting my ass up to meet every stroke of Magnus’s cock into my pussy. I am meeting every surge into me with an eager clenching of my inner walls around him and my body coming to take his. I sheath him in me and squeeze him with my inner muscles so strongly I feel the burn within me. I feel the sweat all over my body.

  I feel his fingers capturing the sweat between my breasts. He brings those fingers to his mouth, sensually sucking them with that impossibly gorgeous mouth. I want to sink my teeth into his lip. I want to flip Magnus over and ride him until he's cumming. My own orgasm threatens to return and, still, I don’t let myself ride the wave. I want to live forever on the precipice of that incredible pleasure that he offers.

  It isn’t as if I cum, the fun ends; the way Magnus is fucking me now is just the beginning. But the torturous feeling of being on the edge of an orgasm but not giving into it only heightens the ecstasy that surges through me every time he pumps into my pussy.

  His enormous cock thrusts into me, his balls slamming against my ass and his hips hammering him home, and Magnus pulls out and back to fuck deeper into me each time with long, swift strokes. His cock is covered in the cream of my pussy keeping him slick to the point that my pussy is actually slippery. Magnus cups my ass, squeezing my cheeks and fingers digging in to claim me, and holds me up to keep burying himself inside of me.

  Every tantalizing second his cock is out of me I feel my wetness blooming around the bedspread and running down my thighs and my ass. I see his hands, holding me, are covered in my arousal, slick and shiny as my pussy is. I watch that huge cock enter my pussy again and again, the skin pinky red and my whole body flushed as he pumps that massive cock into me.

  My inner walls squeeze around him, strangling his cock as he’s thrusting into me. Magnus fucking me feels like the most perfect thing in the world. I never want him to stop fucking me.

  I fist the bed spread, my fingers desperate to hold something and keep purchase while the threatening tide of an orgasm comes to sweep me in. My breathing is labored, punctuated by his every thrust, and my clit is twitching an omen of my unavoidable orgasm. “Daddy, I’m cumming,” I moan out to him, words low in my throat. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut with the raw power of the sensation running through my body.

  Magnus’s hand closes over my throat, the other hand working my clit and serving to pin my body down. At his touch, my back arches as much as I can manage and my eyelids tear open to look at him while he chokes me just enough for my already hazy mind to go dizzy. I bite my lip and moan, screams catching within me and getting lost in the sounds. Magnus keeps his cock slammed inside me, buried deep and taking every shake and squeeze my pussy walls offer. His eyes are like those of a dangerous predator, and I can’t look away from his gaze if I wanted to. His eyes pin me as much as his hands or his cock.

  “Good girl,” he purrs to me. His voice wraps me in a warm velvet satisfaction. “You take my cock so well, Penny,” he says, and he slides slowly out of me, not all the way yet, and I’m whimpering. The hand on my throat trails down to grab one of my breasts. “I could watch my cock fuck into that perfect pussy all damn day,” Magnus says in a low growling voice that brings shivers all over my body. He squeezes my breast hard and I squeal. “I’m covered in that sweet cum of yours. There’s so much of it, I’d hate to put it to waste.”

  I lick my lips. I would love for Magnus to shove that enormous cock down my throat and let me drink his cum and taste mine with his again. Salty, sweet, tangy deliciousness. I run my tongue over my lips again, a small moan escaping my lips now even as I’m shuddering through tiny little aftershocks. My pussy is fluttering to feel his cock inside me again, but my mouth is greedy and wants him, too.

  What can I say? I love getting fucked by my step daddy. I crave his cock inside me like nothing else. I've never wanted to fuck someone so much before. I have to admit that knowing how naughty and wrong it is, well, that makes it even hotter. Add in the fact that the man fucks like my life depends on it, and his enormous cock matches that body that was built for sin. Fuck, how could I ever catch my breath around him? I want to fuck him night and day. I want to live with his cock in one of my holes.

  “Keep looking at me with those sweet eyes, Penny, while I use all this cum to fuck your sweet ass. I want to see the look on your face when I shove my cock so deep up your ass you can’t breathe,” Magnus says, his voice thick with arousal. His eyes look into mine and I feel him drinking me up as he could drain the life right out of me and pump it back in with the cum he’s going to unload in me. His bulging cock slides out of my pussy and runs down the folds of my pussy lips, slowly and teasingly. I'm breathing shallow little breaths, excitement taking over me.

  When his cock head is in new territory, I breathe deeper, trying to prepare myself for what it'll feel like to have that impossibly large cock sink into my ass. My eyes wander to his hand that left my breast and that hand is now fisting down his cock, sliding so much of my cum down to the head where he’s about to pierce my ass.

  “Eyes on me, princess,” Magnus commands me.

  I comply, my eyes watching his and that’s when I feel his cock head slide into my ass. Already, I feel so full. Pressing out against him, I take him in. My eyes threaten to roll back in their orbits. My pussy weeps with arousal. My eyes stay looking into Magnus’s own, drinking in the sight of him so turned on to watch my reaction to him claiming my ass. I feel his cock slide deeper into me. I’m so full now, fuller than I could've imagined, and I cry out.

  But I never. Stop. Looking.

  His eyes watching me are so erotic that I think I might cum again.

  Magnus brings a hand up to cup my face, his thumb grazing over my lips. Craving him as I do, I glide my tongue out over that thumb and when he presses it into my mouth I suck it hard as I would his cock. I see fire glint in his eyes and that’s when his hips thrust forward and he feeds that enormous cock to my ass, impaling me deep as he can with that huge fuck rod that splits me in half. I gasp, a huge gulp of air displaying my shock that the enormous cock is actually up in my ass to the hilt. He doesn’t move for just a moment, and my body is adjusting and taking him in. I stretch and take him with a delicious agony of which I've never known. I want to squirm, I want to run; I want press back down against him and feel how deep he is now that he’s buried himself inside me. My veins are filled with fireworks, an untamed lust unbridled within me.
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  Still, it's the passionate look in his eyes that is the most sensual part of this. I taste his skin in my mouth, gliding my tongue over his thumb. I feel Magnus claim me with that huge cock up my ass. I breathe as much as I can allow my body to, and it sends surges of sensation shooting through me like fire against ice.

  Something fiery glints through Magnus's eyes, and his hips begin to buck. My respite, my chance to get used to his cock is over. Now, he's slamming into my ass with the same fury that he showed my pussy...but this is so much more. My stepfather is fucking my ass, hard, relentlessly. I can't breathe, I can't see, and I'm just an extension of my sex now. My whole body belongs to the sensations that he creates within me.

  My eyelids flutter closed despite wanting to stay open. Rainbows and star shine capture my vision and replace the reality with the something beyond that overtakes me when Magnus fucks my ass. His cock slides out a few inches, but never too far, and he slides back in, slamming hard, and keeps up a maddening pace of deepening his cock inside me and never quite leaving. I can't believe the sensations that flow through my body. I'm like a watercolor ocean, painted in endless swirls of the depths of the ocean. I've never felt like this before. An orgasm building within me now is not the same set of fireworks that lit within me before.

  My stepdad knocks on my door, kisses the lights out of me, makes me cum ... and now, he ass fucks me and a slow burn builds within me that tells me that I know nothing about how this is going to end. I don't know what will happen between us. I almost don't understand what's happening to my body now. That's how intense the sensation building within me is now.

  My hands tear at the bedspread and I open my eyes now because I want to see more than just Magnus's gorgeous face. I want to see that huge cock sliding into my ass. I'm not even quite sure how to reconcile the sight when I take it in. The monster cock fucking my ass seems to be impossibly large. I see how wet my pussy is, my arousal weeping down and adding more lubrication and it slides into me, never quite exiting each time, fucking me with a fervent pace. I look up at Magnus and see a wicked grin spreading over his gorgeous face.