Cunning Linguist: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Yeah, bitches, he’s really mine.

  And don’t act like you don’t know the rules.

  You can look, but you definitely can’t touch.

  Ella

  I peer down at the tiny face grinning up at me, fist clenched as she kicks her little feet. Those deep blue eyes glow with love that nearly matches my own.

  “Come to Mommy, little Sapphire,” I say, picking her up and cradling her in my arms.

  Derek comes up and wraps his arms around both of us from behind. “How’s my little princess?”

  I look over at him, where he has his chin hooked over my shoulder, peering down at our three-month-old little girl. She has his jet-black hair but my sapphire blue eyes. It was only fitting that we name her after what brought us together in the first place. Sapphire.

  “Which one?” I tease.

  “Both,” he says, pressing a kiss against my neck that has me instantly tingly in all the right places.

  I smile and lean back against his strong chest, loving how perfect everything is.

  After he found me at the Lusty Lady, he whisked me off to his palace and made me his wife the very same day. He said he wasn’t willing to lose me again. He’d worked too hard to find me and wanted to keep me beside him forever, starting right away.

  I don’t know what I would've done if he hadn’t figured out how Melissa manipulated both of us. I could've spent the rest of my life without my prince charming.

  Now that psycho is locked away in The Dungeon for life. Well, it’s not literally a dungeon. That’s just what St. Albans calls its prison. Apparently, Melissa was up to more shady shit than just trying to get rid of me and snag Derek. He had her investigated and they discovered she’d been stealing from the royal family for years. Now we don’t ever have to worry about her again.

  Derek comes around in front of me and reaches for Sapphire, taking her in his arms and murmuring all kinds of sweet things in her ear. He’s a perfect daddy. Almost as much as he’s a perfect husband.

  He makes sure I’m happy and satisfied. In every way.

  “I have a surprise for you,” he says when he lays Sapphire back in her bassinet.

  I clap excitedly. “What is it?”

  Derek calls for the nanny and takes my hand. “Come with me.”

  He leads me out of the nursery and down the hall to our royal chamber, which is insanely huge. Take the biggest penthouse you can imagine, then multiply it by five. That’s our personal section of the palace.

  I lean into his strong arms as we walk, sighing in contentment. I don’t think life could be any more perfect.

  Everything I thought we had between us was absolutely true. Completely real. True love. That connection has grown even stronger, and I think we fall more in love every single day.

  “Close your eyes,” he commands.

  I giggle. “Sounds naughty,” I tease. Please let it be naughty. I can’t get enough of his body. It’s no wonder I got pregnant almost immediately. Rabbits? They have nothing on me and my prince.

  “It’s totally naughty,” he says, his hands running down to cup my ass, and I bite my lip in anticipation. “You know what today is?”

  I shake my head, closing my eyes when he reaches up and brushes his fingers over my lids. “Tell me.”

  “It’s our anniversary.”

  I frown, confused. We still have another week and a half before our anniversary. “No…”

  I feel him nod against my neck as he nips at the sensitive skin there. “It is. One year ago today, I walked into a strip club, and nothing has been the same since.”

  I laugh. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

  “The very best thing. So I have something for you to celebrate.” Derek places his hand on the small of my back and guides me forward. I’m not sure where he’s leading me, but it feels like it’s toward one of the empty rooms we haven’t gotten around to decorating yet. Or even figuring out what to use it for.

  “Eyes closed,” he reminds me as he comes around in front of me and pulls me by the hands.

  I squeeze them tighter, even though all I want to do is find out what his surprise is.

  “Stay here.”

  He moves away from me, and I can see lights come on behind my eyelids, but I keep them shut. Then music fills the room, loud and pounding out a sexy beat.

  “Okay,” Derek says, back by my side, leaning in for a long, slow, seductive kiss that has my body instantly wet and needy. He breaks the kiss after a minute. “Open your eyes.”

  I do, and my hand flies to my mouth. I can’t believe what I see. The entire room has been transformed. Dark walls and plush carpet, a huge-ass bed right in the middle of the room, begging to be christened. But that’s not the best part.

  No, the best part is the low stage directly in front of the bed, bright spotlights pointed to the center where a shiny pole extends from floor to ceiling.

  I turn to Derek, eyes wide. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice. “You did this for me?”

  He smiles, wickedly, all kinds of naughty intentions in his eyes. “For us. You like it?”

  “Um, yeah!”

  He chuckles as I race to the stage and walk up the steps. I can’t believe this. The last time I stripped on a stage was the night he found me. Of course, I’ve stripped plenty for him—I mean, come on, I’m not gonna waste that talent—but I won’t lie. I’ve missed being on stage, even though he’s the only one I’d ever want to perform for now.

  Now it looks like we have the perfect place to be as naughty as we want.

  He jumps on the bed, settling in, leaning back against the headboard with his hands behind his head, a suggestive arch to his brow. “Wanna try it out?”

  Fuck yeah.

  So do I. I give him the best fucking show of his life. And the best part of it is that when I’m done, I can crawl right up into the bed with him and let him fuck my brains out for the rest of the day. Good thing for royal nannies…

  He reaches down and touches me where I’m already so wet and ready, then lifts his fingers to his nose. “So sweet. I love the way you smell.”

  I laugh as I straddle his body, sinking down on his thick, perfect cock. It’s a good thing, or he may not have found me. “I love you.”

  Derek clasps his hand behind my neck and draws me to him, capturing my lips in a perfect kiss. “I love you too, princess.”

  Then he gets busy showing me just how much he loves me. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. And my fairytale has come true, because I don’t have to. He’s mine. Forever.

  Mr. President

  They call me President Player. I got my finger on your button.

  You wanna be the chief of my Staff?

  Rub my 12-inch lust muscle till it shines?

  I can make you explode with the flick of a wrist.

  Give you what I like to call an Executive O.

  When the media starts going after my bad boy lifestyle I know its time to switch it up.

  That’s when I hire Ashley. She’ll pretend to be engaged to me so I can get the press off my back.

  We gotta be careful and not get caught.

  But its hard because she’s just so damn gorgeous.

  I just want to push that tight little body of hers up against the wall.

  Make her hail to her Chief. Over and over, till she can’t walk.

  Yeah, the relationship may be fake.

  But her face is telling me that the pleasure is simply Presidential.

  America…it time to meet your future First Lady. Also known as…my fake fiancée.

  Austin

  "Oh, fuck me harder, Mr. President!"

  I slam my 12-inch cock into Jia Park—the ambassador from South Korea—hard enough to knock a vase of flowers off the side table that she's clutching in both hands. I watch as the flowers tumble to the floor.

  I've bent her over every inch of this hotel suite—the toppled sleek American chairs are a testa
ment to this—and I'm just getting fucking started.

  With both of my hands on her hips, I thrust again and again; my hips are rocking back and forth as I ravage her from behind with the force of a storm. With my thunder, I aim to give her a hot fucking bolt of lightening that she'll never forget.

  "A dragon was born in a stream," she purrs, her long blue-black hair as dark as ink, and sticking to her neck with sweat. "And that dragon is you." She's looking back at me with smoldering eyes, waiting to see if I understand this Korean idiom.

  It's not lost on me; I've done my homework.

  I've prepared for this moment.

  The dragon is a good reference. What the fuck did she think she was dealing with, a bunny rabbit? No, I'm a man on a mission, and I pack some serious fire between my legs.

  "Kamsa-hamnida," I reply, thanking her in Korean, which surprises her.

  Yes, I can be savage between the sheets, but I'm also diplomatic.

  "You're a man of many talents," she smiles, and the way her lips seductively turn up at each corner of her mouth makes my cock hard as granite.

  Of course I am. I’m Austin fucking Bain.

  President of the United States.

  The youngest President. At 35 years old.

  The hottest President. Check out my bedroom eyes on the cover of TIME Magazine. My 8-pack abs on CNN. My defined body on Fox News.

  Whether you’re a Republican or Democrat, conservative or liberal, there’s no denying you want my cut pecs and broad shoulders to be the one holding up this country.

  And while you’re at it, I can bet you want to be on your knees. Get a good view of my giant fucking python as it pulses in your mouth.

  That’s right. I might be the President. But I know what I’m packing.

  I pull my cock out of her pussy with a wet pop, and turn her around. I pick her up in my strong arms, lifting her off the floor, and I watch as she runs her hands over my bulging biceps.

  She's impressed.

  She then wraps her slender legs around my waist, and I angle my cock toward her wet pussy, teasing it by rubbing it back and forth over her slick folds.

  “Fuck me, just keep fucking me,” she cries out loud, as if it's some kind of torture.

  I smile back at her and do as I'm told; this time, there's no teasing. I thrust at once, and drive my 12-inch cock so deep into her that she lets out a violent scream.

  She curls her toes and rakes her nails across my back and shoulders before running her fingers through my hair and pulling wildly.

  She's now fucking me, grinding her pussy up and down my cock, squeezing her legs around my hips for support. And then her entire body tenses and she throws her head back, her mouth is open wide.

  "Oh, fuck," she moans mid-orgasm, the walls of her pussy clenching and spasming on my cock.

  I feel a trickle of sweat zigzag down my chiseled chest, and I grin; this is better than any fucking gym workout.

  I carry Jia Park to the bathroom, her legs still wrapped around my waist and her wet pussy impaled on my cock. I'm going to keep it buried inside of her pussy for as long as I can.

  "Ga-ji-mah, don't go," she purrs.

  "I'm not going anywhere without you right now," I reply, grinning. And I'm about to prove it to her.

  Let me just say that I'm not your average politician.

  As the youngest president to ever assume office in the US—even younger than Theodore Roosevelt—and like Teddy and his band of Rough Riders, I do things my way.

  You don't get to be the youngest president ever elected by playing by the rules; you know what I mean?

  And my cock is one of my greatest diplomatic tools. While it's true that, for me work and sex go hand in hand like white on rice, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. There's no shortage of pleasure.

  "I want more," Jia smiles devilishly, "so much more."

  "So do I," I reply, grabbing her ass cheeks in both of my fists. "So do I."

  I head for the glass-walled shower. The elegance of the Sofitel Hotel is everywhere, even in the bathroom. I feel the cool marble flooring beneath my bare feet, and I slide the glass door open to the shower.

  I take her off my cock, and we both step foot into the shower. I turn the knob, and in a minute, we're standing beneath a steaming jet of water that's beginning to fog up the entire bathroom.

  I smile and turn her around, grabbing her hands and placing them up against the marbled shower wall. I reach down and slide my hand down the crack of her ass, and slide a finger into her wet pussy until I reach her G-spot.

  "Yes, oh yes," she shivers. "More."

  I pull my fingers out of her pussy and drag them across her lips. She smiles and opens her mouth, and begins sucking on my fingers as I angle my cock with my other hand into her pussy, and piston in and out of her.

  "Does your pussy taste good?" I ask her, thrusting my hips. She nods to me with a smile.

  I keep thrusting until I feel the walls of her pussy spasm on my cock once more. Jia is moaning and arching her back.

  "That's it," I tell her, "Come for me."

  "Oh yes, Mr. President! Yes! Yes!" she yells out, as her orgasm takes over her body, loud enough for everyone in this fucking hotel to hear. She's screaming loud enough to shatter the glass of these shower walls.

  "That's it," I grin. "Just like that."

  You may be thinking that I just fuck people for the hell of it. Sure, I love fucking beautiful women just as much as the next guy—and I'm fucking good at it—no the best—but you've got to believe me when I say this is work too.

  You see this little tryst with Jia Park? It's all a part of my job.

  Don't believe me?

  Well, it's just all part of my overall plan to help turn the country around. Just you wait and see.

  "Bae-go-pa, I'm hungry," Jia says, "for your cock."

  "On your knees," I smile. I know I'm the best fuck she's ever had. I'm the best fuck any woman has ever had. It's no secret that I'm good in bed. Women worship my cock.

  I watch as she obeys, and then opens her mouth as wide as she can. I seize the opportunity and roll my shaft all the way in, inch by inch.

  There’s a wet sound when my tip hits the back of her throat, but there’s no denying it—she loves every single moment of this.

  There’s nothing like almost choking on a 12-inch long cock, is there?

  “That’s it… Suck it,” I whisper to her, slowly sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

  I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand and then, with more force, rest my hand on the back of her head, pushing her deeper onto my cock.

  She's so deep that my balls are resting against her lips.

  And then, I come undone.

  Pleasure rages through my veins with an undeniable intensity, and there’s no stopping it.

  "Fuck," I hiss, with my teeth clenched. "You feel so good."

  I can feel my pulse beating a quick rhythm in the chords of my neck. And then I bury my cock as deep as possible in her throat again and explode—rope after rope of hot cum is running down her throat and she's eagerly swallowing it. I look down and watch as her throat muscles contract, waves of pleasure coursing through me.

  Then I pull my cock out, and watch as she milks the last strands of cum from my cock. She rubs the tip across her lips and licks at it eagerly.

  "Dangshin-eul aju manhi johaha eyo," she purrs. "I like you."

  It's a good thing I brushed up on my Korean. "I think this is going to be a good partnership," I smile.

  Fuck. I love my job.

  You see, I'm making the world a better place, one fuck at a time.

  I may be a bad boy, but I've got a good heart. Yes, I'm rich but I was raised to value public service and charity.

  I know what you're thinking. And I know what this looks like, but I'm not just in politics for the ego trip.

  I care about the country … maybe too much. The media loves to portray me as some sex crazed bad boy, making waves just for the fuck of it.
But they don't understand my motives. There's always a diplomatic reason behind my actions.

  I look back at Jia as I prepare to leave. "Remember our deal," I say.

  "I assure you," she replies, slipping her arms into a hotel robe, "I will do my best to sway the South Korean President toward a more open trade agreement with the US."

  "Good," I reply, pressing my lips to hers in a final good bye. "We'll be in touch."

  I reach for my clothes, and get dressed.

  Another deal consummated. This one will bring back a lot of jobs back to America. Good, solid, manufacturing jobs. Back to the fucking heartland. Where politicians forgot all about the people.

  See, I made my billions on Wall Street, but I was already rich.

  But I realized, life isn’t just about making money and fucking women. Well, that’s good, but there’s more. I already did the Army after college. But I wanted to give back.

  I could run my own charity, or I could actually help people by running for office. Because sure as hell I could see that ordinary Americans were getting shafted by the system. No one was listening to their voices.

  It was time to change that.

  I promised to bring back jobs to America. To make opportunities come to every American again - not just the token few or well connected.

  How can you be against that? How can you be against a President who gets shit done?

  I try to discreetly exit the hotel, but with the Secret Service in tow, how discreet can you be? It's like trying to leave this place undetected with bells on my shoes.

  So despite my best efforts, as soon as I exit out the back of the building, the press is all over me.

  And watch. This is where it’s gonna start.

  The flash of lights is everywhere and I pull a pair of dark-shaded sunglasses over my eyes, waving off reporters.

  "Mr. President, is it true you're having sexual relations with a South Korean ambassador?" asks one red-faced reporter.

  Another reporter jumps in, "Could I please have a moment? The people would like to know what exactly you were doing at the Sofitel Hotel. I'm guessing more than work."

  I keep walking, looking straight ahead and ignore the question.