A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance by Heidi Hunter Read Free Book Online Page A

well. She also appreciated good head, letting me go down on her as she instructed me about every nook and cranny she wanted me to reach.
    I was on the back patio by the pool when she arrived. Sitting on a lounger, I heard birds chirping in the distance and then she was there in front of me. She didn't waste any time and stripped down to a bikini.
    “What's up, old man?”
    “Bored and horny,” I said, honestly. I liked her directness. American women don't fuck around.
    “I'm on the rag, but I can blow you and you can owe me one, a long double orgasm for me like you did last time.”
    I nodded. “Thanks, I would appreciate that. Smoke a joint first?
    “Of course.”
    I sat up and retrieved a good sized joint. I lit it up, took a quick, short puff and passed it to her. We rested on the lounge chairs, laying back and soaking up the last of the sun without any conversation. Halfway through, she got up and knelt beside me. Without a word, she pulled down my shorts and started to examine me closely with precision.
    “You need to shave down here more,” she said, then looked up at me.
    “Yeah...” I said dreamily then took another puff of the joint.
    She grabbed me with one hand at the base and took me in her mouth, rolling her tongue around as I hardened. She deftly used her fingers, tongue and lips and even her nose and cheek. I closed my eyes and felt as if I was flying through the air. All that mattered, all that existed was her and me and then I came, feeling her pumping me as I shot load after load across my chest.
    I sighed deeply. “I needed that.”
    “I could tell. Save me some of that?”
    “Of course.” I handed her what was left of the joint that had gone out. As she struggled to light it, I pulled out another and lit it, took a hit, then passed it to her. She rolled her eyes, but accepted it and tried to catch up to me. She had too far to go in a single night.
    “What's wrong?” I asked, knowing something was not quite right. She was too quiet.
    “Oh, I had an unexpected bill come up.”
    I nodded, knowingly. This was a game we played. While upfront about half of the facts, she left some out which resulted in something not quite true and not quite a lie. American women love to have their cake and eat it too.
    “I can help some if you want,” I offered.
    “No, I couldn't let you do that. You've done so much already.”
    “It's no big thing.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. Just don't go around telling all the women it's no big thing. They might get the wrong idea.”
    Her smile, the one I loved watching, reappeared. She was innocent and happy. Christmas morning had arrived and Santa Claus was real. This was the true American dream for many women and men. I had to leave the country soon and travel the world. To get my bearings and make it to one billion, I wanted to experience more than Sarah could offer me.
    “You can fuck me in the ass if you want?” she said suddenly, standing up and sticking it in my direction.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Well, you're not that big and since I'm bleeding I can still please you.”
    “You already pleased me.”
    “I know, but I want to make sure you're happy.”
    “What's with everyone wanting to know if I'm really happy. I'm fucking rich! Why wouldn't I be?”
    “You don't look happy. And what do you mean everyone? Was that whore here again?” She glared at me suddenly.
    “I'll send the money to your account. Can you let yourself out? I'll give you a call soon,” I said, not wanting to get into it with her.
    She shook her head, but she left, not saying a word. I would hear from her again. I always heard from American women again. That was the problem. I wanted something different, another perspective on life. Most of the women I had been meeting were all the same. Their ages made them different in some ways and they all had their own personalities and traits, but beneath everything when you crawled under the covers with them at the end of the night to try to sleep