Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance Boxed Set (10 Book Bundle)

by Selena Kitt

  Oh shit. His head spun at the powerful blend of sweetness that was Keyonna. So stimulating and feminine…it was maddening. Five years of her taste and it sent the blood rushing to fill his cock with the same thunderous lust he’d felt that very first time he’d ever savored her. And now he wanted more.

  Dragging his lips from hers, he bent and planted his face firmly in the V of her thighs.

  First his tongue danced all over the bundle of juicy flesh. And then his lips plucked ravenously at her swollen folds, sucking and nibbling on them. He lapped her smooth, sexy mound clean of her syrupy nectar and growled deep in his throat as it only got her spilling more. Feeling her grind into his face as she filled his ears with screams, Nick finally buried his tongue as deep into her slit as it would go.

  He licked and licked and felt he could never have enough. Keyonna thighs pinned together around his shoulders, her hips gyrating as she moaned wildly. Nick wanted to hear her speak a different language. He wanted her blubbering with ecstasy by the time he was through. She’d never ever wonder how sexy he found her; how she drove him mad with desire even after all this time.

  Nick slid his hand below to cup her rounded ass cheeks, massaging them as his tongue flicked at her clit. He could feel her buttocks clench convulsively.

  “Oooh yeah baby,” Keyonna moaned. “Fuck yeah…I like that. Faster. Please, Nicky.”

  Nick danced his tongue faster over her clit and looked up to see her staring down at him, eyes afire with lust. Her hands roughly cupped and squeezed her tits while he watched, licking on her lips as she rotated her hips in his face.

  Nick bit back a groan as he dug his face deeper into her sizzling sex. His head was spinning with so much to experience at the same time. Engulfed in the bewitching aroma, taste and feel of her luscious sex, Nick spread his mouth wider and sucked on her pussy lips along with her clit while letting his tongue sweep over the crackling nerve-endings of her entire mound. Keyonna came undone with a myriad of squeals.

  She rode his tongue through a seemingly endless release, her thighs and legs clamped tightly around his head and shoulders. His cock felt like bursting in his boxers as she bucked those sexy hips, pumping her sex into his nose and mouth. Nick didn’t stop nuzzling, reveling in her abandonment and forgetting any need to breathe or think. It was long moments before she stilled and then fell back, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as she panted heavily.

  “Wow.” One word was all she seemed capable of managing even after a full minute had passed. She turned to look at him, and then drew him down with her hand behind his head. She kissed his lips lingeringly and then lapped at the drops of her juices still coating his face. Giggling, she whispered against his lips that he’d more than delivered on his promise to get her to cum twice. And that now it was time to get a taste of his own medicine.

  They both rose from the couch, Keyonna leaning on him for support until she was well on her feet. Then she took his hand and led him to the bedroom with an impish smile. Nick’s chest was pounding with anticipation. When Keyonna took charge, there were always surprises.

  Inside their bedroom, she went straight to the bed strewn with rose petals and stretched out enticingly, caressing her pregnant stomach and supple breasts. Nick drank in the highly erotic sight as he slowly dropped his boxers to the floor, his cock springing rigidly as it pointed right at her. Keyonna grinned with mischief, leaning forward and crawling on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed where she knelt and waited for Nick to advance.

  Naked, he went to stand before her, cock inches from her face. She looked up at him with those pretty brown eyes and he couldn’t help but groan. Flashing him a naughty smile, she craned forward and with just her mouth, began to tease his rearing shaft.

  Nick let out a ragged sigh as he watched Keyonna’s tongue glide over the swollen head of his cock. Damn her mouth felt so good. She knew just how to drive him insane, advancing and then retreating, slowly licking around the tip and then engulfing about half of his shaft in her eager mouth while within, she was coiling her tongue all over him. She kept it firm and sloppy, just how he liked it, her lips fitting snugly around his girth as she increased the pressure as she bobbed on his thickness.

  “Oh God,” Nick rasped, fighting for control. He gently cupped her head while the storm ragged within his balls, threatening to erupt. She went on coaxingly blowing him, her wet lips gliding faster and faster back and forth. She lifted a hand to gently squeeze his swaying balls and it was all he could do not to jab himself down her throat. Slow. He had to take it slow or it would be over too soon.

  Nick knew Keyonna would love nothing more than his cum erupting down her throat. He watched the lust skim over her gorgeous face as the sight of his cock invading her sexy mouth almost became his undoing. She moaned and sucked harder, her head moving in varying directions to get him at all angles in her mouth. Nick’s head swam with pleasure and he thrust his hips once, twice, before popping his dick out of her mouth just in time.

  “Fuck, Keyonna,” growled Nick as he grabbed the back of her head and drew her up for a hard, hungry kiss. “That felt damned good. Though the only thing better than cumming in that sweet mouth is finishing off in your hot, luscious pussy. You ready for me, kitten?”

  “Yes, she purred, her eyes lusty as she licked her lips in expectation. Burning with his need to be inside her as soon as possible, Nick wasted no time getting her on her back, grabbing a pillow and pushing it under her lower spine. He scooted forward between her parted knees and lifted her ankles to wrap them around his waist.

  Thanks to the pillow her pussy was lined up at perfect level with his cock. Her eyes were dark and hot as they met his, both of them panting. Not breaking eye contact, he entered her with a slow, smooth thrust. And felt like he was sinking into deliciously hot oil.

  Nick slid home without a hitch, her natural lubrication giving him direct access to her velveteen depth. Keyonna gasped, mouth parted as she stared up at him. Nick stayed still for a moment, his balls resting against her pussy entrance as he felt her accommodate to his invasion.

  And then he began to pump his hips, hands caressing her thighs. He only realized in that moment how tightly he was gritting his teeth. He needed to focus or he’d be losing hold of his control in no time. She was so wet, so willing. He could hear the sounds of her pussy squishing each time he rocked inside her core. She was like a fountain of lava. Melting around him, beating down his iron-clad resistance. He’d missed this so much, how they could take it to the extreme edge of reason. Hot sex, deep and long. First off a little leisurely; and then as the sweat started to bead on their skin, it flared to more fevered pace. Even now with her pregnancy, Keyonna could take it all. She soon pushed him on his back, reaching between them as she straddled his waist and positioned his cock back at the entrance of her vagina.

  In one smooth motion, she pushed back on him and took him to the hilt. Nick sprang up off the pillows and stifled his groan in her big, swaying tits. Moaning, Keyonna lifted herself a few inches and impaled herself firmly on his dick. Again and again, she rode him, making him groan as he firmly latched to her tit, his hands cupping each generous globe. His sexy wife, with her supple muscles and energetic desires, took control of her pleasure and his, grinding up on him and planting her pussy over and over on his thick shaft. They both looked down and he could tell that like him, she was freakishly turned on with his deeply tanned cock disappearing and sliding out of her duskier pussy. Nick grabbed her hips and started to pull her back harder onto him, urging her closer and closer to the finish line.

  The visual stimulation from watching their bodies mesh into one blend of hard and soft, as well as the ecstatic high of having those tiny, eager vaginal muscles contracting around him had Nick’s eyes blinking back spots. Shit. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He arched his back, pushed deeper into her and angling until he popped through that favorite spot that had her screeching his name. Hell yes baby, Nick thought as he grunted out loud in triumph whi
le Keyonna started to twitch above him.

  “Oh Nick! Oh fuck!” Keyonna let out on a shriek. Nick held on to her quavering hips as her orgasm hit her with full force. He couldn’t look away from her beautiful face, his expression creasing in its own grimace of agony and pleasure. Not a second too soon, Nick let go with several convulsive blasts of seed filling up her fiery, slippery sheathe. Together, they glided over the raging storm on wispy sails, the sound of their joined heartbeats pounding in their ears. Unbelievable, he must have said out loud. Or was it Keyonna who spoke? It didn’t matter. He knew she’d agree with him. What a way to celebrate five incredible years together.

  They shared a frisky shower, and then sat down to dinner which was thankfully, not ruined. Then came the gifts to suit the occasion of their fifth anniversary. Keyonna was touched by Nick’s thoughtful presents, and he was undoubtedly pleased with his. They kissed tenderly in the moonlight on the balcony of their home and wrapped their arms around each other’s waist, reliving that first ever night when Keyonna’s lips on his had triggered what would be, they believed, a life-long enchantment. And they both couldn’t wait to discover what more life held in store.

  The End

  About the Author

  Dez Burke grew up in rural Alabama and spent most of her summers reading worn copies of her Grandmother's Harlequin Romances. Today she writes hot, steamy books featuring gorgeous alpha males and the women who love them.

  She is an avid animal lover and is Mom to a teenage daughter, three parrots, a cat, and two rescue dogs.

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  The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire by Marian Tee

  Prologue

  Mairi

  I kept my mouth shut, eyes squeezed tight as I concentrated on not breathing even as my face was smashed against the glass bowl of the overflowing sink. If Farah Jenkins didn’t let me up soon, I’d probably be the first girl in history to die of drowning in a high school sink.

  Farah pushed me down harder. My throat was on fire now, and as the pressure inside me built higher and higher, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I---

  Aah! Even as Farah kept her painful grip on my hair as she finally let me up, I didn’t mind, too busy gulping in oxygen. I tried to struggle out of her hold, but it wasn’t easy since Farah’s goons in skirts also had a hold on me, their fingers clamped around my wrists. I tried getting out of their death grips, but it was impossible. Jesus, these girls were strong. What did they freaking do during glee practice anyway? Bench press while working on their duets?

  “Look at me, you little whore!”

  I did as she asked. She didn’t really give me a choice as she yanked my head back. Our gazes met through the mirror. Farah looked absolutely perfect, not a single strawberry blond strand out of place. Her goons looked as impossibly good, their makeup giving their skins a glossy feel.

  In contrast, I looked like a drowned rat, the anemic type, my pale skin turning even whiter under the bright fluorescent bulbs of the school’s toilet.

  “Do you really think Stavros would want someone like you?”

  And someone like me meant…what? Someone who actually ate enough to weigh more than my backpack?

  I wanted to ask for clarification, but by then she had dunked my head back into the overflowing sink. This time, she pushed too hard, cracking my head against the side of the sink. When she pulled me up, we all saw the tiny gash of red on my forehead.

  “Shit, Farah! That’s going to leave evidence!” Mary Anne, Farah’s best friend, immediately let go of my wrist, leaping away from me at the sight.

  Farah looked a little queasy herself, but she still didn’t release me like the others. She saw my gaze straying towards the wall clock, which told me there were still ten long minutes to go before the end of lunch break.

  A mix of resentment and fear twisted her face into something terrible before her fingers suddenly dug deep. I wondered if this time she intended to carve out her name on my scalp.

  “Are you thinking of running away and asking Stavros for help?” she screamed at my face. “Do you think he’ll listen to a gold digger like you?”

  I was not a gold digger. I just knew I was meant to be the wife of a hot Greek billionaire. That was all. But I couldn’t afford to say that, not with Farah’s twisted face too close for comfort. I’d rather pass out than waste my first kiss on her.

  Farah was still screaming. “If you think I’m going to just stand aside and let you leech off Stavros, then you’re crazy. You’ll never have him, you lying, cock-sucking, money-grabbing---”

  She spewed out more insults, sounding more like a ghetto baby than our high school’s Glee Club president. My mind began to drift away, distancing itself from reality. Now would probably be the right time for me to get mad, but I just couldn’t. I was raised by two of the kindest and most intellectual beings on earth. If someone did something shitty to me, my first instinct would be to create a petition against the injustice of that act in Change.org.

  For today’s incident, the petition would surely be something like “Say No to Psycho Prom Princesses.”

  “In a minute, everyone in this town will know you for the slut that you are. Because I’ve got your fucking diary posted on Wattpad, you whore, and soon everyone will know that even your fucking aunts are whores---”

  Something inside me shut down at her words. “Take that back.”

  Farah snarled, “Never!”

  “I’m serious, Farah.” All I could suddenly think about was strangling her just so she’d shut up. “Take that back.”

  “And if I don’t? What are you going to do? Get your slutty aunts---”

  I snapped.

  When the teachers finally managed to drag me away from Farah, all I could think of was - So this was how it felt like to get mad.

  * * * *

  “Your aunts have been notified, Ms. Tanner.” Principal Childress’ voice was cold enough to rival the air-conditioning in her office. She was a gray-haired bespectacled woman in her fifties, someone who had been single throughout her life. She could have been just like my aunts, really, except for a huge difference: my aunts hadn’t let their personalities dry out like their still-intact hymens even after all these years.

  I thought about asking Principal Childress if I could temporarily leave and borrow a fresh change of gym clothes from the clinic. Stealing a look at her face, which was lined with disapproval, I decided risking hypothermia was the safer option. At least I still had a chance to live.

  “…your eye gets better.”

  Her words made my eyelids twitch, which was followed by a jolt o
f pain. Farah’s surprisingly hard right hook would leave me sporting a panda look for a while, but I still got the better deal. At least I wasn’t two-fifths bald.

  “…explain what that blog was about?”

  It took me more than a moment to realize Principal Childress was talking to me. “Err, sorry, Principal Childress. What was that again?”

  She snapped, “I asked if you could explain what that blog of yours is about.”

  I shook my head hurriedly, intent on clearing things up. “It’s not my blog. Everything published there was extracted without permission from my diary, which Farah Jenkins stole---”

  “Ms. Tanner, you misunderstand. I am not asking about how those entries appeared online. What I am most concerned about is the content. What little I’ve read of it is frankly disturbing.” Her voice stiff with disapproval, she continued, “It appears as if your aunts have poisoned your mind from the very start---”

  My mind had shut down after the word ‘poison’. So my aunts didn’t lull me to sleep with regular fairytales from good old Grimm and Andersen. Instead, they had shared with me the most wonderful stories by romance authors who wrote extraordinary love stories about ordinary women falling in love with not-so-ordinary men. How the heck could that be considered poison?

  “…making you believe that you must set your sights on an individual of Greek descent---”

  My head was literally whirling. I couldn’t believe how petty this talk was turning out to be. So little girls were allowed to dream about Prince Charming but not about Greek billionaires?

  Before she could confuse me even more, I blurted out, “I’m afraid I don’t get you at all, Principal Childress. What exactly are you implying? My aunts didn’t tell me the normal bedtime stories, yes, but they didn’t mean any harm when they told me those stories. They were good stories about couples finding true love---”