100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I can’t even see or hear anything. I’m in a daze, transported by his cock to some far-off universe. And when he slides one hand around my waist and lays two fingers over my clit… Well, I just fucking lose it.

  “OH GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I feel flames of sheer ecstasy engulfing every inch of my body. And, at the same time, I feel Malcolm’s cock pulsing inside of me, unleashing whatever cum remained inside of him.

  By the time he pulls out of me, there’s cum dripping out of my asshole… and it’s blending with the cum coming out of my pussy.

  I’m ready to fall on the mattress and simply collapse but, holding me by the waist, Malcolm stops me. “I’m not done…” he whispers and then leans forward, placing both of his hands on my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. I whimper as I feel his tongue against my asshole, sliding in and out as he scoops up his own seed.

  He keeps devouring me because there’s no better term for it—for God knows how long, and when he finally emerges there’s cum dripping down his chin.

  “You look lovely,” I smile as, somehow, I find the strength to sit up on the bed.

  “Don’t I?” he whispers and, two fingers under my chin, pulls me into him. Our lips touch and my eyelids droop by instinct as I feel the musky saltiness of his cum on me.

  “I love you, Athena. I really do,” he breathes out as he pulls back from our kiss.

  “So do I…” I reply, throwing myself on the bed and pulling him after me. I lay my head on his chest, and I can’t help but smile as he softly starts to run his fingers through my hair.

  Ah, this is perfection.

  27

  Athena

  I never thought I’d be this happy walking down the steps of a courthouse, but that’s exactly my state of mind right now. There’s a bright smile on my face, and it seems that today is going to be a beautiful day.

  The sky is bright blue, and there’s not a cloud in sight. The streets, like always, are packed with crowds of busy New Yorkers. It seems that everything is exactly as it should be, and you know why? Because everything’s right with the world now; what was wrong has been made right.

  “Well, that does it for him,” Malcolm says as he walks toward our limo, parked just in front of the courthouse, and opens the door for me. We step inside and he sits by my side, his thigh brushing up against mine. I lay my hand on top of his and squeeze his fingers softly, turning around to look him in the eyes.

  “He’s finished, right? For good?” I ask Malcolm and, even though I already know the answer to my question, I want to hear it coming out of his lips.

  “He’s finished. For good,” he says with a nod and a smile, and I throw my head back against the seat and let bright clear laughter erupt from my lips.

  Finally, Ben has gotten what he deserves.

  You see, after buying the tapes from Ben, Malcolm and I set up a whole operation to dig up every speck of dirt on Ben. He wasn’t sure what we'd find, but it turns out that a small investigation unearthed some big stuff. My lovely ex-boyfriend was involved in fraud, embezzlement, and insider trading.

  And, more than that, it turned out that Ben was actively involved in harming Malcolm’s company. More than trying to make me play ball, Ben was leaking false information that harmed the companies where Malcolm held stock. It wasn’t exactly easy to gather all that information, but we just had to follow the money and start putting the pieces together to figure out what was really happening.

  The moment we had all that on him, we did what any respectable American would do and we contacted the Department of Justice. You can imagine how eager they were to put their hands around the neck of another millionaire who thought himself to be above the law.

  And that’s why Malcolm and I have just left the courthouse. Malcolm testified against Ben and, with the backing of the DoJ, I figure that Ben is going to spend a very long time behind bars.

  Serves that bastard right.

  Oh. And we’ve gotten back the $1 billion dollars that was apparently extorted from Malcolm in buying my tapes.

  “Do you really have to go to the office now?” I ask him, running my tongue over my lips and offering him a lewd smile.

  “I wish I didn’t,” he replies, running one hand through my hair and allowing his eyes to wander down to my cleavage. Even though I’m wearing a respectable (and very professional looking) pencil skirt and white blouse, I made sure I looked sexy enough in the eyes of the judges; it never hurts to be a sexy woman, right? “Sorry, babe. But I have another investor coming in this afternoon. You know, the usual.”

  The usual, he says. I still remember when his company was struggling, and now look at him, surrounded by investors, all of them trying to throw money at him.

  The moment I knew Ben didn’t have his foot on my neck anymore, I made the rounds with some former clients and started a little avalanche. It took some time, but I made some of my former clients invest in Malcolm. After that, it was only a matter of time until he had the ball rolling. He has even paid me back (even though I told him it wasn’t necessary).

  Now that we’ve proven Ben was the puppet-master behind the scenes, Malcolm is master of the universe once more. And, more than master of the universe, he’s the master of my body, mind, and soul.

  He’s my husband.

  Or, well, soon-to-be husband. We haven’t exactly settled on a date for the wedding, but it’s going to happen soon. We’re still a bit undecided between a big ceremony, or something more intimate, just for our closest friends and family. But these are just details, right? Big ceremony or not, what matters is that soon enough we’ll be telling our vows to each other; I know that the vows are just words, but I can’t wait to hear the till death do us part bit. Yeah, at heart I’m just a little girl who dreamed of marrying Prince Charming.

  “What are you thinking about?” Malcolm asks, laying one hand on my knee.

  “Thinkin’ of you,” I reply. “Thinkin’ of us.”

  “Good things, I hope.”

  “The best things,” I laugh, resting my hand on top of his and parting my legs slightly. His fingers roam toward the hem of my skirt, and our eyes lock.

  “Fuck, I really can’t be late today,” he whispers, his voice suddenly growing heavy with anticipation. I look down at his crotch and can’t help but smile as I see the thick shape tenting his dress pants.

  “Not even a few minutes?” I purr, curling my fingers around his wrist and forcing him to slide his hand under my skirt. My skin prickles as I feel his fingertips brushing against my inner thigh, and then he just cups my pussy and presses on it over my thong softly.

  “Well…” he starts, looking out the window. By the look on his face, I guess he’s trying to estimate how long we have before the limo finally pulls up in front of his office building. “Maybe a few minutes won’t hurt.”

  “No, not at all,” I tell him, grinning as he flicks my thong to the side. “But I guess that, after this, maybe we’ll need some kind of rule.”

  “What kind of rule?” he chuckles, and then we both end up saying the same five words in unison.

  “No sex during trading hours!”

  Yeah, like that’s gonna work out.

  A Note From The Author

  I hope you liked the feature presentation of 100 Days.

  I always view novel releases like a day at the fair or something fun. At least that’s how when I buy a book, I look at it. I go to the beach, or to my balcony, with a nice tall vodka tonic and lounge chair and get ready to spend an entire afternoon.

  So even though this novel was 55,000 words, I wanted to give you some more content.

  To fulfill this goal, I am providing some extra content.

  First, we will start with a copy of Dirty Daddy by Alexis Angel!

  And then, a copy of Jailbait, by Alexis Angel.

  Then, a copy of Scandalous, by Alexis Angel. This book is no longer published and provided for free with every copy.

  Then we
have Client 5, by Alexis Angel. It has an added new epilogue as well! This book is no longer published and provided for free.

  This then has a copy of Man Chaser by Alexis Angel. This book is no longer published and provided for free.

  And finally, a copy of Gambling For the Virgin, by Dark Angel! This has never before been provided as a thank you until now!

  And then I have a very special treat. Completely brand new! My collected NLs! NL being newsletter. If you haven’t read my newsletter, then you are sorta missing out lol.

  After that, I have two short stories.

  Athena’s Puzzle, a short story by Alexis Angel.

  All followed by, Malcolm’s Affair, which is a short story by Alexis Angel.

  Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis

  Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Romance

  It’s Time To F*ck Your Dirty Daddy…

  No man can match me. No woman has tamed me.

  My billion-dollar empire makes me the most powerful man in the city. And I have a body to match. 8-pack abs. The face of a prince. The physique of a god. Money. Fame. Power.

  And the 12 inches that dangle between my legs, hardening as you walk by.

  Face it. You want me. You know you can’t resist.

  And if you can walk afterwards, then we’ll do it all again till you can’t.

  Touch me. Tempt me.

  Tease me. Please me.

  Nothing will be too much in this forbidden land of taboo delight.

  Because baby, no matter how wrong it seems, with Daddy, it’ll always feel right.

  **Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes so hot that your lady parts will need a cold shower. HEA? You know it, babe.**

  Magnus

  "Oh baby," Mandy moans lewdly as the sound of my thighs slapping against her ass fills the air.

  It’s a fucking great sound. If you were here, you’d be touching yourself at the sight of us.

  You’d want to join in once you saw my gorgeous fucking body fucking her. You wouldn’t mind sharing. You wouldn’t care. You’d lick my cock with whoever else just to get at my cock.

  Pretty arrogant and confident right off the bat, aren’t I?

  Pleasure to meet you. I’m Magnus Davion.

  But let’s get back to Mandy and the ungodly things I’m doing to her.

  I can hear the lewd sucking sounds as my cock plunges in and out of her pussy. I can smell her fucking juices as her scent permeates the air.

  Her wetness is smeared across her thighs. Her pussy is spasming around my thick cock and I grunt in pleasure at the feelings that are going through me. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, baby," she adds one last command as she turns her head back to me to look at my monster pole piercing her.

  But wait, who the fuck does this bitch think she is, giving me fucking orders? I'm Magnus fucking Davion, the 15th richest man in the whole fucking world, if you read Forbes Magazine. I just bought a fucking NFL team—the New York Nailers—from the previous owner, Apollo Kane.

  That’s right. If he sounds familiar to you it’s because he’s fucking famous now. Alexis Angel wrote his whole story and how he owns Blush Magazine, or whatever the fuck.

  But he had to get out of the football franchise.

  And I didn't mind paying $3 billion dollars for it. That kind of money is literally fucking nothing to me.

  So I certainly don’t take fucking orders from anybody—but in this case, I can let it slide.

  You're just getting acquainted with me, aren't you? You must think all I do all day is talk about how wealthy I am and shit. That's actually not true. I don't spend my day only bragging about how much money I have. I also spend it talking about how fucking good I look, and how much you're probably wanting to fuck me.

  Oh, you think I already did that, don't you? But you have no idea, darlin’.

  I’m literally a god amongst men.

  That's right. You heard me fucking right. I stand taller than all the men you will ever fucking meet. No one of this world really compares to me.

  I'm fucking wealthy. I'm the fucking founder and CEO of Davion Development, one of the most ruthless real estate firms in New York City.

  We’re not like some private equity firm or investment bank either. Hell fucking no.

  We build things. Buildings. Bridges. Dams. We get our hands dirty.

  We take over abandoned places and we create gleaming skyscrapers that inspire the fucking imagination.

  I'm 6' 4", built like a Greek God—with a massive chiseled chest and a rock hard 8-pack of abs. My skin is tanned to a perfect bronze and flawless. My face is chiseled and rugged. My hair is just right. My nose is royal in its cut. My chin is even fucking aristocratic looking. But aside from the handsome looks that you see on the outside, there is one very fucking large reason that you want me to fuck you.

  "Oh my god, baby, I'm about to cum!" Mandy screams as I slam into her. She closes her eyes and contorts her face as it's wracked with lust. I feel her entire body shake and quiver. Her pussy clamps down around my cock. It's intense. I feel her go slightly limp as her muscles lose all voluntary control and pleasure seizes her body.

  That's why. The cause of her orgasm. The rod that's pistoning into her box.

  My 12-inch, thick, throbbing, pole of a cock. It swings between my legs and one taste of it and you'll be fucking begging me for more. You'll do whatever I fucking ask for another lick. Another taste. Another fuck.

  My cock will make you worship it. It'll make you fucking beg and plead. And it'll make you cum like you've never, ever, fucking cum before.

  "Oh my fucking god!" Mandy screams and her body writhes like that of a woman possessed.

  I look down past Mandy.

  I may have forgotten to tell you where I am. I'm in the team skybox room of Nailers Arena. Today is the first day of the regular season and it's the Nailers' first game at their refurbished stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The crowd is waiting for kick-off and I was gazing at the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the skybox when Mandy Marsten, the head cheerleader for the Nailers, came to see me.

  "Admiring the view?" she asked me, walking in. We hadn't talked much before, but I can fucking tell when someone's giving me the eye and she has been eye-fucking me all fucking week. But so do a lot of women, so I just go with the flow.

  "Maybe I was looking in the wrong direction," I said, walking toward her.

  In hindsight it seems unreal because I had just walked up to her and reached over and pulled her close. Before I knew it, the few clothes that she had on were off, and on the ground. She was sucking my cock like a fucking pro in five minutes and bending over the table looking out at the crowd through those same floor-to-ceiling windows in ten.

  I gotta say though, if we had to pick any place to have sex, this would be it. This room, with its fucking plush leather couches and mahogany wood trimmings screams to have people fuck in it.

  All the better when it's game day and you have 150,000 screaming fans who don't know you're about to bust a fucking nut high above their heads.

  I can feel myself getting close to my own fucking orgasm. It's going to be fucking intense. Already I see Mandy begin to blink a couple of times as she comes out of the pleasure-coma that I put her into. Her chest is heaving and she's winded, with fucking sweat dripping down her back. It's a fucking beautiful sight.

  But like all good things, shit has to get in the fucking way. Something has to come and fuck it all up.

  I look up to see the roving camera pan the
crowd. Normally, it wouldn't make too much of a difference but the fucking camera that's displaying on the Jumbotron is slowly panning over the crowd, and people are cheering when they see their faces—until it pans over to the skybox and they see that I'm fucking Mandy doggie style, straight on the Jumbotron.

  That's fucking right. Its got me right there, on a 33 foot by 110 foot screen. My head is bobbing and Mandy’s face is grimacing.

  At first, people don't know what to fucking make of it. I mean, this has got to be the largest porno viewing in the history of the fucking world.

  But after numerous sex tapes, countless scandals, Presidents who marry their stepmothers, and a host of other situations, the sexual mores of Americans have changed. They're not scandalized by my fucking the shit out of Mandy.

  They're appreciative.

  At least, that's what the cheers are telling me! Literally, people are standing up and cheering me on!

  Okay, you got me. I was worried for a fucking second. I was worried that people were going to start to do the same old bullshit and call me a bad role model.

  But wait, I forgot. I'm Magnus fucking Davion. I can do any fucking thing I want.

  With a roar, I push against the glass door that leads out to the terrace. Part of the renovation took some of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall and made it into a door and added a small terrace.

  The door swings open and the tint from the glass goes away on the Jumbotron. The camera zooms in and I'm larger than life looking down on the stadium at 150,000 fans who are screaming and swooning.

  I raise my heavily tattooed arm and point out at the stadium.

  The crowd goes fucking wild.

  Mandy opens her eyes and looks out the window. The first thing she sees is herself bent over a table except now her face is 30 feet by 110 feet.

  "Oh God," she moans, "Everyone can see us!"