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Cynthia’s hand was in his pants, caressing his semi-hard cock. She ran her other hand over his stomach, feeling his chest, his hard muscles, while undoing his pants, as he was on his way to giving her a hickey on her neck.

Still frisky, Matt got up, letting his pants fall. He pulled off her skirt and admired the dark beauty lying naked on his sofa.

“Oh I missed you. I missed this,” he said, reversing himself on top of her.

Cynthia reclined on the sofa, her head hanging back loosely. Matt adjusted himself so that his cock rested against her lips, his mouth moving to her warm *. He started thrusting again slowly, f*cking her face, his tongue f*cking her pink, tight opening.

“Ah, ah,” Cynthia began moaning. It had been a while. “Fuck me,” she said, “f*ck me, Matthew Wyss.”

Matt got on top of her, teasing her, tapping his cock on her * but not penetrating her.

“You want it, don’t you?”

“Don’t play games, Matt,” she said. Matt slid his finger inside her. “Ah, come on, ah, ah, do it, Matt, do it.”

“Lube it up,” he said, wagging his cock in front of her face.

She grabbed his cock with both hands and began sucking it, taking it deep into her mouth, gagging but not stopping. With his cock in her mouth, she looked up, locking eyes with him. She could see in his eyes how much he wanted her. She stopped. Now was her turn to tease.

“Go on, don’t stop now,” he said.

She smiled.

“Oh, you wanna play games. Let me show you how to play,” he said.

He got in position and with one swift thrust, pushed all the way into her. She screamed. She wanted him but it was hurting too much. She pressed her hands on his chest, pushing him away.

“Slow down, wait, ah, it hurts.”

Matt pushed her hands away and locked her in an embrace. Her big tits pushing into his chest, as his long, thick cock impaled her. But he didn’t stop. She screamed with pain, tears streaming down her eyes, but he continued f*cking her harder and harder, not stopping, until her pain faded and she finally started enjoying, urging him to do it harder, pulling him into her. He f*cked her and she took him in, their bodies in perfect sync and harmony.

Matt was crushing her with his weight, holding her tightly, trying to reach deeper into her, forcing his cock in and out of her until he finally came inside her. It felt as if he was shooting cups of cum inside her, continuous jets of cum. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her.

“How was that for a game?”

“Fucking awesome,” she said.

“Wanna play another game?”

“Later, maybe,” she said.

“Are you sure you can take it?”

“Oh Matt, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

Matt got up and put on a silk robe. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and left the room.

A few minutes later, Matt arrived. He clearly had something on his mind, something different than the things he had done before. His eyes were sparkling, and he was smiling. Not a savage grin, not a seductive smile, but a genuine and warm smile. He was smiling, taking each step deliberately as he walked towards her. She did not know what to expect.

He got in front of her, then got down on one knee. Her heart began pounding. ‘This can’t be real,’ she thought. ‘This can’t be happening.’

He took her hand in his and popped the question.

“Cynthia Dyson, my love, will you marry me?”

The Billionaire’s Secret Baby
A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance

This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.

This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!

It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!

Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.

In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!

? Aisha Brooks

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Table Of Contents

Chapter 1: A Day In The Life