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

without nightmares they were all the same to me.
    Take Samantha. She was a Tomboy all the way, even wearing her hair cropped close to her skill. She wore jeans and work shirts and had a bit of a swagger. But at the end of the day, after all the kinky sex, she wanted the same – security, to know there was something more than the allure of money and wealth. I didn't know what to tell these women to make them happy. I tried telling them the truth at first, but most didn't like this. And those who were okay with it didn't like the little lies I had to tell to keep sane at the end of the day.
    Did I fuck people over to get my money? You bet. The higher up the ladder you go, the less feelings you need to have to be able to survive. Up here it's vicious and a long stream of women did nothing to quell the feelings of emptiness that wouldn't go away no matter how much money I spent. And yet, once I had the initial formula completed, the initial scripts running, the rest took care of itself to an extent. As long as I kept myself together and thinking clearly I would be able to keep moving forward.
    Even at that point in my life I knew the likes of Gates and Branson were in my sights. And all the others. They had thought too small because they were from the old generation. I was born into a magical period in the timeline. I had been in the right place at the right time over and over again. And now I had Samantha kissing me and I had to take care of her. I put the thoughts out of my mind and ran my hand through her dark red hair, curly and hanging down below her shoulders.
    She had my head in her hands as well and pushed my head to her breasts. I nuzzled them then lifted her shirt off for better access. I started kissing all of her flesh, wanting to taste all of it at once. I took my time and moved an inch at a time across her landscape with my tongue, my lips, a light then deep kiss. Getting closer and closer to her special spot, she took my head in her hands again and guided me. American women love to feel like they're in control, which they are maybe in some ways.
    At the gates of her magical kingdom perfectly sized and shaped for my cock, I stopped and peered into her. Her lips were starting to spread open and I could see her clitoris still partially hidden, waiting to come out to play. I went through the motions at first, getting started, but as she started moving her hips up to make closer contact with my mouth, I started to heat up myself. This allowed me to know before she knew where to go, what to lick, what to press lightly and want to stab with my tongue firmly.
    Right after the waves of her first orgasm subsided, I moved up between her legs and entered her. Looking down into her eyes, I leaned in and kissed her as I worked in and out of her slowly. I wanted to build up the moment for her again. I wanted to make her cum and forget all the ills in the world for just that moment. After kissing her lips, I started sucking her nipples as I continued my thrusts. She was wet, but tight.
    “I love the way you feel inside me,” she said.
    I grunted and tried to get even deeper inside her. “Talk dirty to me.”
    “You're a dirty old man and I just fuck you because you have money.”
    The truth hit me like an electrical shock, but it caused my cock to start spitting as soon as she said the M word. I hadn't lasted long enough to give her another orgasm right away, but I knew we had all night. We could clean up in the shower and I could go down on her again. And she could go down on me again. American women were predictable. I needed something different, but I had to make sure I reached at least a hundred million first. I had to be close.
    “What are you thinking about?” she asked after as we lay in bed next to each other.
    “Money.”
    “Typical American man.”
    “What do you mean by that?” I asked, suddenly upset with her.
    “All you rich people are the same. You're so concerned about making the most money, about getting