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The jig was up: After living as a struggling artist for over a year, Elle Anderton’s secret—she’s really an heir to the Anderton Oil fortune—is revealed. Though her boyfriend is livid about her lies, he starts to understand why she needed them. But when Elle suggests a series of love tests to prove that Darren isn’t after her billion dollar trust fund, will his understanding have its limits?
Warning:Cruel. (16,600 words) contains name games, tomato titillation, painted pleasures, and threesomes gone wrong. This story is the first installation of The Billionaire Bitch Trilogy.
I didn’t say a word. I just moved toward him and locked my lips with his. They were soft, warm, sweet. He lifted up to put his arms around me, but I pushed him back down. I stood up over him, swinging my hips from side to side as I slowly took off my panties and let them fall on top of his face. His cock was hard; it had been for a while. I had no idea that pretending to be a computer desk could be so arousing. Though he’d never come out and say it, I knew that he’d been as turned on as I was during that episode.
I wasted no time positioning my wet pussy over Darren’s willing dick. From just one second of having his mushroom tip touch my wetness, I felt an electricity surge throughout my body. He felt it too; he closed his eyes and moaned, waiting for me to enthusiastically ride his cock until he exploded between my thighs.
And I obliged. My pussy was begging for it, so I quickly sunk his cock inside of me, allowing him to fill me up with every throbbing inch. I bounced up and down along his shaft, throwing my head back in wild abandon as he tickled my walls. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward, filling me up even more, making me want to scream in painful ecstasy as his cock tore me to pieces. Within a minute, my pussy contracted around him, holding on to him for dear life until it couldn’t move anymore.