First Comes Love: A Billionaires, Brides, and Babies Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Right now I feel totally relaxed. Probably because there aren’t any cameras in here to record us. I can just be myself.

  Thinking back to what he asked earlier—what do I want—I suddenly want to tell him. I shift to face him on the seat, and his arm remains firmly around my waist.

  “I wasn’t totally honest with you earlier,” I say, watching his expression closely.

  “About what?” he responds, his voice cautious, overly casual.

  “About what I want.”

  He feigns shock. “What? You’re telling me you aren’t into biting after all? Because, Megan, if that’s the case…” He trails off, that teasing smirk firmly in place.

  I shake my head, grinning. “No, I’m talking about the game.”

  He sits and waits for me to continue.

  “I’m not really looking for love.” I say it like a confession. “That’s just what Maya tells me to say for the cameras.”

  He chuckles. “You mean you don’t think that you can go on a reality show and find true love?”

  “You mock me, Madden, but you know as well as I do that Biggest Licker is definitely not about finding your one true love.”

  “Maybe not,” he allows, “but I don’t think everyone is necessarily there for the same reason.”

  “Like you?” I tease. “You’re just there to see how many virgins you can impale with that love rod of yours.”

  He laughs for real at that, shaking his head. “Love rod, Megan?”

  “Whatever you want to call that monster in your pants.”

  A rakish grin takes over his face, and he leans in, wicked intent written all over his face. “Monster, huh? Is that why you ran off in such a hurry last night? Afraid I might use it to make you scream my name while you came all over it?”

  I shift in my seat, all this talk about his cock making the pressure increase between my legs. I’m half afraid, half hopeful, that I could come just from the dirty things he’s been saying all night.

  Then I realize he never answered my question. “Is that why you’re on the show?”

  “To nail a bunch of virgins?” he scoffs. “That’s not it, Megan, even if that did happen. I just like to compete. I love a challenge. And you’re quite the challenge.” His eyes grow serious. “But you know what I want most of all?”

  I shake my head, almost afraid to ask.

  “You, Megan. I want you.”

  I look away and bite my lip. God, I love hearing that come out of his mouth. He wants me. I want him too. So fucking bad.

  “So, what do you want?” he asks, as if he can read my thoughts.

  I give him my real answer this time. “I want to win. I didn’t come this far to lose at the very end.” I give him a firm look, hoping he gets what I’m trying to tell him. That if it weren’t for this stupid game holding me back, I might not be holding back. I might be doing all the wild and dirty things he wants me to. “That’s what I want, Madden. More than anything. I want to win.”

  Madden leans in, his blue eyes different, not so full of humor like they always are as he stares into mine. He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger like he did earlier, looking like he’s deciding what he wants to say.

  Then he smiles. “I’m a winner, Megan. If you’re going to place bets, you need to bet on me. Because I’m a winning bet. I promise you, there’s nothing I can’t buy you. Nothing that’s off limits. Nothing I won’t give you that you want or need.”

  I don’t know what to say to that. He’s not usually this serious. But just as fast, he flips back to the Madden I’m used to. Wild and crazy and teasing and flirty. “You better believe I’ll give you everything you need.”

  His meaning couldn’t be clearer.

  Then before I know what’s happening, his hand is on my thigh, the other in my hair, pulling my face closer to his. He pauses an inch from my lips, his eyes searching mine, waiting for an indication of what I want him to do.

  And all the desire he’s been building up in me all night with his naughty words comes to a head. I grip his shirt and lean in the remaining inch, crushing my lips to his.

  Megan

  I must be going crazy.

  I mean, I can’t believe I’m kissing Madden right now, not even a day after what happened between Tristan and I. What the hell am I doing?

  You’re doing what you want to do, I hear a little voice inside of me say, the exact same voice that used to get me into trouble when I was younger.

  Oh, well.

  “These lips…” Madden whispers, pulling back from me and offering me one of his half-cocky, half-gentle smiles.

  “What about my lips?” I ask him, my heart hammering inside my chest. I can’t stop this, can I? It’s just the two of us inside this limo, and the mood is more than appropriate.

  “They’re perfect… I could spend the day just kissing them,” he continues, never taking his eyes off my lips as he keeps that dazed smile on face.

  “Then why don’t you?” I tease him, placing one hand on his chest and grabbing his shirt; I pull him into me fast, our mouths in a collision course. My eyelids droop, my heart pounds against my chest faster, and then we’re back to kissing.

  He might have been the one complimenting my lips, but I kinda feel the same. Madden just has these kinds of lips that leave a woman always wanting more. And, more than having a perfect set of lips, he knows how to use them.

  Oh, God, why do these two men have be so perfect? This whole game would be so much easier if I had to date fat balding billionaires. At least that way there’d be no way I’d allow my wet pussy to ruin my chances. Because, right now, I’m not so sure if I know what I’m doing. I mean, I managed to hold my own with Tristan, but I feel that my self-control is being chipped away little by little.

  And the more my lips remain pressed against Madden’s, the more I feel that self-control fading away.

  “Do you know what you did with this kiss?” He asks me suddenly, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

  “What?” I ask him, and he replies by curling his fingers around my wrist and taking my hand to his crotch. I widen my eyes, surprised, but I don’t even have time to react. I just let him do it, feeling the way his hard cock is tenting the fabric of his pants. Oh, God, and he’s as big Tristan.

  “This is on you,” he continues in that same tone, a tone that tells me that I’m in trouble. The good kind of trouble, I mean.

  “You wish,” I laugh, my tone changing to match his brashness. “You won’t get that on me,” I continue but, at the same time, I curl my fingers around his thickness, my heart skipping a beat as I realize how truly big his cock is.

  “We’ll see about that,” he shoots back at me without thinking, and once again I feel that urge inside to simply throw all caution to the wind and surrender to his charms. Lucky for me, that rational part of me never sleeps, and it stops me from doing any real damage.

  At least so far.

  “We’ll see,” I repeat, and I tighten my grip on his cock so hard that he groans, the sound of his voice caressing my eardrums and making my brain enter overdrive mode.

  “Come here,” he says out of the blue, turning to me and grabbing me by the hips. He then pulls me up and into him and I react without thinking twice, opening my legs and straddling him. The hemline of my dress hikes up a few inches as I do it, I notice his eyes darting to my crotch, probably seeing a hint of my red lace thong.

  “Well, I’m here,” I laugh, running my tongue over my lips, wetting them as I run my fingers through his hair, disheveling. Grabbing it, I then force him to raise his head and look into my eyes. “You’re not going to fuck me,” I find myself saying, that rational side of me issuing one last warning to both Madden and I before it shuts down. In truth, I’m saying this more because of me than because of him. It’d be so easy to give in, you know?

  “There’s life beyond fucking, Megan,” Madden shoots back, his voice never losing that confident tone that makes my insides burn.

  “I can
’t believe I’m hearing that from you,” I laugh, slightly bucking my hips at him and pressing my crotch against his. I purse my lips the moment I do it, immediately feeling his tree trunk of a cock against my increasingly drenched thong.

  “Oh, please. I can control myself,” he laughs back at me, and I can’t tell if he’s being honest right now or if he’s just trying to play me. Not that I have much time to think about it - Madden’s already sliding his hands up my legs, his long fingers sliding under my dress and tracing the curves of my ass cheeks. “Things is: can you control yourself, Megan?”

  I look into his eyes as he cups my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I find myself without an answer. I open my mouth to reply, but then I just close it again - I truly don’t know what answer to give him.

  “Don’t try to play me, Madden,” I finally find the courage to say, and then I lean into him and softly bite on his lower lips, pulling it back between my teeth. “I’m a grown woman.”

  “Yes, you are,” he whispers, that mischievous darkness in his voice turning the space between my thighs into a wet mess. You’d think that after what happened with Tristan, I’d be able to see things more clearly now - but it’s just the opposite. That moment with Tristan just made me crave them both even more, my body completely addicted to the rush that comes from having a perfect man chasing after you.

  Still with that wicked grin on his face, Madden takes one hand off of my ass and moves it up my back, only stopping when he rests it on the nape of my neck. Then, tangling his fingers on my hair, he yanks on it and forces me to throw my head back; the moment I do it he leans forward, opening his mouth and crushing it against my skin. He kisses and nibbles at my skin, and my sighs of pleasure slowly start turning into moans.

  Bucking my hips at him again, I let a seductive sway take over my body. I press my pussy against his cock and grind against him, fully knowing that I’m driving him crazy with each passing second.

  Letting go of my hair, he places both hands on my ass again and leaves them there, feeling the sway of my body as I dance over his cock. Our mouths find each other fast and, next thing I know, my eyes are closed and we’re kissing wildly, our tongues waging war against one another.

  Squeezing my ass cheeks, he allows one wandering finger to move over to my ass crack, and he brushes his fingertip over the tiny piece of fabric that covers it. Teasing me, he makes sure to apply a kind of maddening pressure every time his finger moves over my asshole, and that just makes me rock my hips even harder.

  Pulling my mouth off of his, I lay my hands on his chest and run my fingers down the length of his tie. He watches me do it, never taking his hands off of my ass, and I loosen his tie, popping out the top button of his shirt immediately after. Undoing the knot on his tie, I pull it from around his neck and then let it slip off my fingers; wasting no time, I get to work on his shirt again, undoing button after button and revealing the hard muscles that cover his chest.

  My knuckles brush against his abs as I keep on going lower, and that’s almost enough to make me lose it. With a growl dawning on the back of my throat, I untuck his shirt and then turn my hands into claws, harshly running my fingernails down from his chest to his abs, feeling every groove and ridge in his body. There’s only one word to describe how gloriously handsome Madden is, and that word is none other than ‘fuckable’. Sure, it might not be a pretty word, but that doesn’t make it any less truth.

  “Enjoying the sight?” He asks me, perhaps noticing the way my eyes have become glazed as I take in the perfection of his body.

  “You have no idea,” I purr, allowing my fingers to slide down to his waist; I brush my thumbs over his belt and then unbuckle it, the metallic jingle of it coming undone like music to my ears. “But now I want to see the rest,” I continue, grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling on them as hard as I can, forcing the top button to pop out and the zipper to fly down in a hurry. His cock tents up his boxer briefs in a fraction of a second, and it does it so harshly I wouldn’t be surprised if his huge member simply ripped its way out of the fabric.

  Holding my breath, I take my hand to his cock and flatten my palm against it, pressing hard against it. I feel it pulse and throb against my fingers, and I feel my mind spin as I imagine what it’d feel like to have it inside my pussy, sliding in and out of me at a frantic pace…

  Okay, Megan, get a hold of yourself.

  “You like it, don’t you?” Madden asks me, finally easing up on the way with which he was squeezing my ass cheeks and teasing my hole.

  “Maybe,” I reply, tightening my grip around his shaft and enjoying the way the lines in his face seem to deepen.

  “You’re a terrible liar, Megan,” he chuckles, taking his hands to my knees and sliding them up to my thighs. On the way up, he hooks his fingers on the hemline of my dress and pulls it up as well, bunching it up around my waist.

  I say nothing as he lets his thumbs fall over my waist, the pressure of his fingers on my inner thighs making my pussy burn with desire. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hearing the gentle purr of the engine coming from underneath us. Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I grab the headrest behind him, feeling the leather under my fingertips, and buck my hips against him as hard as I can.

  He groans as I crush my pussy against his hard cock, and so I do it again. And again. I do it until my pussy becomes so wet I feel myself becoming dehydrated, and then I do it some more for good measure. And that’s when Madden grabs me by the waist and forces me to stop; he pulls me back a few inches and then, moving fast, he flattens the palm of his right hand over my pussy.

  “Oh,” I breathe out, enjoying the way his fingers move slowly over the wet fabric of my thong. He rubs my pussy in gentle circles, his movements hypnotizing me, and I just press my forehead against his as he does it. Then, flicking my thong to the side, he runs his index finger down the length of my aching pussy. He does it a few times, and then finally rests his fingertip over my clit, gently pressing down on it. I feel electricity crackling up my spine, my heart pumping adrenaline into my bloodstream as my thoughts become scattered inside my head.

  I can barely think right now. Sinful images are flooding my mind, each one of them portraying something so deliciously wicked that I have to take another deep breath to try and push these thoughts to some hidden corner. I can’t surrender to desire like this, or else I’ll be surrendering my pussy to his cock soon.

  “I want this pussy,” Madden tells me, his voice hoarse and loaded with lust. “I need it.” As he speaks, he rubs my clit with the precision of a man that has more experience than the common mortal, and I let a purr tumble out of my mouth.

  “How much do you want it? How much do you need it?” I ask him without opening my eyes, and he lets his index finger fall down from my clit, his finger running down the length of my pussy lips.

  “More than I need the air to breathe, Megan,” he says, parting my folds and sliding his finger inside my pussy, doing it so slowly that my mind almost explodes. When he presses his fingertip against my G-spot, my eyes start rolling in their orbits and I feel my insides clenching hard, already anticipating a violent orgasm.

  But that orgasm still hasn’t come for me, and so Madden gets to work. He turns his hand around, allowing his thumb to fall over my clit, and then slides one more finger inside me. Flicking his wrist, he starts fingering my pussy, going fast and hard right from the start, while at the same time he strokes my clit with a kind of controlled fury.

  “You sure know how to use these fingers,” I chuckle, feeling lightheaded, and rock my hips softly, the coming and going motion of my body matching the way he pistons his fingers into me.

  “I know how to use other things as well,” he whispers, and his words are like a poison: they infiltrate my mind, planting seeds of desire, and I have to grit my teeth in order to stop myself from succumbing to his spell.

  It’s a dangerous ordeal, though.

  What I did with Tristan, and now what I’m doing
with Madden… I know I’m playing a dangerous game. I’m walking along the edge of a knife and, even though I’ve managed to avoid getting cut, that won’t last for long - my self-control has its limits, after all.

  “I’m sure you do,” I say, trying to infuse some semblance of strength and confidence into my words. “But you won’t use that cock of yours today,” I continue, leaning in and biting so hard on his lower lip that I almost draw blood. I’m trying to tease him but, to be honest, my words are teasing me as well. It’s a two-way street.

  “You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” He asks me, fingering me so hard that even though I open my mouth to reply, no words appear. I just let out a violent sigh, my voice quivering like an out of tune violin. “Yes, you are,” he answers his own question, handling my pussy and clit masterfully. So masterfully that I already feel that sweet pressure building inside of me, pinching my skin from the inside and filling up my muscles with raw tension.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, my mind going blank as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes against it. Right now, if you asked where I am… I wouldn’t be able to answer. I’m so out of it that I don’t even know if I can say I’m conscious right now - I’m walking between that tiny pathway between consciousness and the darkness of the unconscious, stuck in a limbo while ecstasy crushes me from both sides.

  And it feels absolutely perfect.

  I remain frozen in place, sitting on his lap, and I only move when the final wave of pleasure washes over me. I sigh heavily and opens my eyelids, struggling to do it - they feel as heavy as concrete.

  “That was amazing,” I tell him, looking into his eyes and smiling.

  “Of course it was,” he replies in a single breath, that devilish cockiness of his making his eyes glint. “I know how to handle a woman… Especially when I care for her,” he says, and I have to blink twice as my brain struggles to process the meaning behind his words. Care for her? Did I really hear him say these three words?