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  Billionaire Full House

  Untouched virgin first time ménage cuckold with multiple billionaire partners

  By

  Bella Wilde

  Adult Content Warning: This book contains graphic sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended for those eighteen years of age or older. All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older. This book is a work of fiction. All characters, names, locations and situations are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, places or events is purely coincidental.

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  Description

  Young college student loses her virginity to her boyfriend’s billionaire father and his poker buddies

  Already in her first year of college, Daisy is still an untouched virgin. She’s tired of being the only one and fantasized about giving away her innocence to an older, more commanding man. Roger’s not her first choice, because he’s a young, self-absorbed billionaire’s son. But, he is available and willing to help her go all the way for the first time.

  When Roger drinks too much, takes her home and passes out, Daisy thinks she’s missed her chance. What she doesn’t know is that Roger’s billionaire dad and his demanding friends are more than willing to stop their poker game to take full control of Daisy’s sexual education and make her first time memorable.

  Daisy may have a full house, but the men aren’t afraid of cheating to win or watching each other play. They have the winning hand when they finish deep, hard and without protection.

  Caution! This is not a sweet billionaire love story. It’s the opposite. Get ready for a commanding ride.

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  Sneak preview of Billionaire Full House

  “Well, Daisy, I was just grabbing a few beers for the guys. Why don’t you join us since your date isn’t being a very good host.”

  “I really need to get home,” she whispers as she faces me with her back against the kitchen island. She’s holding her purse against her like armor ready to defend her innocence. And she is innocent, or at least she gives off that vibe. I wonder what Roger was doing with a girl like this. It’s not usually his style. Truth is, it’s more my style to enjoy fucking an untouched pussy. I love being the first cock inside a tight, wet cunt, giving her more than she thinks she can take.

  I step in close as she tries to move back, which only arches her back against the edge of the counter top and thrusts out her big tits in an inviting way. I use one hand to cup her cheek and the other to cup one of those delicious tits.

  “I insist,” I state. My command is firm. She blinks up at me not sure what to say. I squeeze her tit and slowly stroke my thumb around her hardening nipple. She may be an innocent, but she responds to my touch like a whore. I look down at nice stiff nipples poking out from her silky dress. Cupping the other breast, I squeeze and massage them both in deep stroking circles, making sure to give her nipples extra attention.

  “Oh god,” she moans as her head drops back. She grabs my shoulders, pressing her tits deeper into my hands. I give her more of what she needs. I slip one strap off her shoulder to bare one of them so that my hand can feel her soft plump handful.

  “You don’t really need these, now do you?” While she’s still reeling from my rough caresses, I reach beneath her dress to tug those lacey panties back down her thighs. They are sopping wet. She definitely wants this. I give her nipple a little swipe of my tongue as I move past it to remove her panties. She moans loudly as I bend down to drag that wisp of black lace all the way down her legs. It’s taking too long, so I just grip and rip them right off, tossing them aside.

  “Better.” I slide my hand up her silky thigh and over her bare hip. “Much better.” She manages to bring herself out of the daze she’s been. I let her dress slide back down. It’s covering her, but now we both know it will show everything with just the slightest move up.

  “Please, we can’t do this,” she whispers, her eyes flicking over to Roger slumped on the floor. “It’s wrong. I came here with Roger.”

  “Well, honey, Roger’s not exactly in a position to judge. I’m Jake, Roger’s dad. Come on, I’d like you to meet the rest of the family.” I grab a six-pack out of the refrigerator, give her a wicked grin and squeeze her perfect ass. “They’ll love you.”

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  Ready to take a hard, sexy ride with some billionaire alpha males?

  Copyright

  Copyright 2016 by Bella Wilde

  Cover Design by Bella Wilde

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  All rights reserved.

  Unauthorized reproduction, translation or distribution of any portion of this work is unlawful and strictly prohibited without prior written permission of the author.

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  Daisy

  Every guy in this swanky bar is checking me out. Except Roger King, that is. He’s playing it extremely cool. I watch him flirt with the platinum blonde he’s leaning next to at the bar counter as he orders our drinks. She’s twirling a bleached hair extension around one finger, leaning in so close that her barely covered nipple presses against his arm and whispering something against his ear. She rubs against him as she nuzzles his neck just below his ear. Roger laughs as he reaches down to give her ass a little pat and grabs our drinks to head back to the table.

  You’d think I’d be furious that he’s putting his hands on other women and letting them put more than their hands on him. But honestly, the reason I picked Roger was because he’s a player with a flirty, sexual attitude, so it doesn’t surprise me one bit when he acts like a flirty, sexy player. Besides, it’s only our third date and I have no intention of making this exclusive.

  When I decided to give up my virginity, I knew I wanted it to be with someone that has lots of experience with women, knows what to do and isn’t looking for anything more than a series of flings. If I’m honest, I’d imagined someone a little older with a more commanding presence. But, Roger will do fine. He’s good looking in a frat boy kind of way, generally amusing and enough of a playboy to guarantee he knows his way around a woman’s body.

  Besides, he comes from money, so he knows how to entertain a girl with fancy restaurants, high-end clubs and lots of pricey drinks. His dad and uncle are billionaires. They started a company that supplies high-end poker equipment to world famous casinos. Even though they worked hard to build their company, Roger just seems to ride on their coat tails with no thought of building something for himself.

  I uncross and cross my legs the other way, smoothing out my slinky dress as I settle back down on the barstool. I glance up to find the three guys at the table across from me watching, eyes glued to the motion of my legs under the table. I realize what they might be seeing, so I nervously tug at the hem of my skimpy dress so that it covers as much of me as possible, which isn’t all that much.

  I’ve got great legs, so I try to show them off as much as possible. It’s what Roger noticed about me right away. I might be showing off a little more than I’d hoped to tonight because this red dress barely covers my ass when I’m standing up. I can only imagine what it’s not covering when I’m sitting down.

  After I’m finished tugging and covering, I glance back up to see the guys grinning and groans and phrases like “like to see that pussy” and “black lace” and “I’d do her” manage to drift to me over the noise of the crowd. My nipples harden and I feel my face flush as I quickly look away from them. My blac
k lace panties dampen a little.

  “Hey, Sweets.” Roger sets a Lemon Drop in front of me and slides the other bar stool close to me and drops into it. He takes a quick swig from the bottle and sets his beer down on the table. I had asked for a beer, but Roger being Roger had ordered for me from his list of what he thinks a girl should drink…Lemon Drops, Cosmos, Strawberry Daiquiris…not beer.

  He’s a prick, for sure, but I’m willing to put up with it to end my virginity. I’m ready to let go of what every other girl I know let go of in high school instead of her first year in college. Besides, I’m so horny that my vibrator isn’t getting me off the way it used to. I want more. I want to be touched. I want to be tasted. I want to be fucked. And most of all, I want it now. I look up from my drink to Roger’s attractive face, push back my irritation at his egotistical disregard for my drink request and give him a slow, seductive smile.

  “Thanks.” I grimace just a bit as I sip the lemony drink and let the cold sugary syrup slide down my throat. At this point, I don’t care. I just want to get a little tipsy, go back with Roger to his place and let him fuck me for the first time. Roger is completely engrossed as I slowly and deliberately flick my tongue out to lick my lower lip and then bite down on it.

  “Let’s dance,” I suggest as I dip my finger into my drink and then slip it into my mouth to lick it clean. I might as well take advantage of Roger’s focus on my mouth. I know he’s imagining something else sliding into my mouth by the way he emits a low guttural moan and licks his own lips.

  “Yes, let’s dance,” he mutters as he grabs my hand and jerks me off my stool. Unprepared for his swift move, it takes me a moment to balance myself on my mile-high red stilettos.

  Roger glances down as he steadies me, noticing my blatant fuck-me shoes for the first time. He lingers on them for a second or two and then slowly his gaze travels up my smooth bare legs to my teeny tiny red dress, on up to my full breasts and finally to my plump red lips. He leans forward to touch his lips briefly to mine. He grabs the shot the waiter just delivered, downs it in one gulp and quickly leads me to the dance floor.

  “You look so fucking hot tonight,” he whispers with his lips skimming my ear, sending flutters down my spine as he moves me into his arms and pulls me flush against his body. I can feel how hard he is already as he presses his pelvis firmly against me.

  As we gyrate to the music, he bends his knees and lowers himself just enough to grind his stiff cock against my mound, rubbing perfectly against my clit. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s how horny I’ve been lately. Maybe it’s the pounding music. With every grind of his cock, I’m getting desperately close to coming. It feels so good that I’d let him fuck me right here, right now, if he wanted to.

  I can’t stand it any longer. I grab the hand gripping my hip and shove it between my legs. My dress is so short that it slides up effortlessly, making way for our hands. I slip his hand inside my panties and guide his fingers to my clit. Pressing them against me, I encourage him to rub me in rough, circular motions.

  “Yes, Roger, yes,” I moan as he takes over and I hang on to him while delicious tension mounts inside of me. Our movements aren’t matching the beat of the music any longer. They are rough and jerky as we move me toward my climax.

  “Fuck, Daisy,” he growls and yanks his hand out of my panties.

  “No! Please don’t stop!” I hear myself beg frantically. I’m so close. I need to come so badly.

  “Not here.” He seizes my hand and hauls me behind him. He’s had too much to drink. He’s bumping into other couples and stumbling towards the front door of the bar with me in tow. I try to keep up, but my 4-inch spiked heels aren’t helping.

  Outside, he quickly hails a cab and stuffs me in. Roger needs to repeat the address twice to the cab driver, because his words are so badly slurred. Maybe that last shot of whiskey wasn’t such a great idea.

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  Roger

  Once the cab is on its way, I tilt my head to study Daisy, at least as much as I can while my eyes are blurring a little at the edges. I had no idea she was such a dirty slut. I thought she was just a cock tease. In fact, I was pretty sure she would cock-block me at the end of the night.

  She was practically begging me to fuck her on the dance floor. I almost did. Christ, she had my hand in her panties, rubbing her clit and moaning like she was about to come. My dick is rock hard and ready to finish what we started. I reach over and pull her across me to straddle my lap.

  Glancing up I notice the cab driver watching us and tilting his rearview mirror so to get a better view. I don’t care. He can watch if he wants to. It’s not like Daisy is the good girl I thought she was. Now that I know what an exhibitionist she is, I intend to give her a whole lot more than what she wants. Besides, it seems she likes a public display, so she shouldn’t mind the cab driver sneaking a peek.

  “That’s it, spread those pretty legs. I want to touch that sweet pussy again.” I slide that sexy little red dress up around her hips and push my hand in to stroke her wet slit. She’s nervously trying to drag her dress back down to cover her ass while peeking over her shoulder to see if the cab driver is looking. He is. He definitely is.

  “Stop, Roger,” she hisses. “He’s watching us.” I don’t give a damn. I flick her hand out of the way and slide her dress back up. She tries to move off my lap, but I grip her and hold her firmly where she is. Fuck, she feels so damn good, my fingers still sliding back and forth through her slippery pussy lips.

  “Dripping wet and ready for me. Feels good. You like it, Daisy.” Circling her entrance, I thrust a couple of fingers inside her tight hole and pump them in and out as my thumb rubs her clit. She gives in, moans and grinds her clit more desperately against my thumb.

  Fuck this. I need to be inside that tight, wet pussy. My dick is straining against my zipper. I pull my fingers out of her and unzip my pants while she continues to grind her pussy against my thigh. I guide her hand to my bare dick and wrap it tightly around it. She sucks in a breath with eyes wide and glances back at the driver to find him watching everything in the rearview mirror he’s angled to get a perfect view of the back seat.

  It’s too much for Daisy. She jerks her hand away from my dick and moves into the seat beside me, tugging down her slutty dress so it covers more of her.

  “Fuck, Daisy. You’re going to make that up to me, you cock tease.” I’m pissed. I’m hard. I’m drunk. And I’m still lost in the erotic vision of me with my dick buried deep in her pussy while the cab driver gets an eyeful of her riding me hard in the back seat. Shit.

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  Daisy

  Roger is being a spoiled brat. I don’t know why I haven’t noticed this before. After I stopped him from taking me right there on his lap with the cab driver watching enthusiastically, he has been giving me the cold shoulder while he checks his email and returns some text messages.

  What a prick! I knew I should have picked someone more mature for my first time. But we are here and now I just want to get this done. I really don’t want to be a virgin after tonight. Plus, I’m still so wet and aroused that I need to come. I want to come with Roger this time, not my vibrator.

  The cab pulls to a stop and Roger rolls down his window to punch a code into the keypad that opens a set of massive wrought iron gates. We continue around a circular drive to park at the side entrance of an unbelievably enormous mansion. Oh my god. I knew they were billionaires, but I never really thought much past that. Money never really makes much difference to me. But this…this is incredible.

  Shoving his phone back in his pocket, Roger flings his door open, grabs me and yanks me out of the cab. He tosses some bills to the driver and hurries me up to the side door. We step into what looks like a spotless mudroom that leads to a kitchen at least the size of my apartment. I’m in awe. Once inside, he doesn’t waste any time grabbing some chilled vodka from the refrigerator, uncapping it and taking an extended swig straight from the bottle.

  “Want s
ome?” he offers, pointing the bottle at me. At the shake of my head, he lifts the bottle back to his lips and takes a couple more big slugs. I don’t think more alcohol is a very good idea, considering the amount he’s already had tonight. I’m still pretty buzzed too, so I’m sure I don’t need any more.

  “Go on, have a little,” he urges after taking one more swallow. What the hell, why not? I might as well keep my buzz going so my nerves don’t take over. I accept the bottle, tip my head back to take a few sips and then hand it back to him.

  I set my purse down on the counter and watch him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sets the bottle on the counter so forcefully it wobbles in a circle and then rocks to a violent stop before it knocks over.

  “What’s that noise?” I hear loud, but muffled voices and laughter coming from somewhere. He cocks his head like he’s hearing it for the first time as I mention it. His alcohol haze forces him to struggle for focus for a moment or two before he responds.

  “Ah fuck. That’s family poker night. Completely forgot. Dad, Uncle Simon and my cousins and I get together once a month to play poker and try out new poker equipment the company wants to test out.” It doesn’t seem to faze him as he turns back to me and looks me up and down with a devious look in his bloodshot eyes.

  “We have some unfinished business, Daisy.” He backs me up against the counter and presses himself against me. I notice his cock is still rock hard as he rubs it against my lower belly, sliding easily with the silk of my dress. Dipping it down just a little further he rubs it against my clit, just like he was doing on the dance floor. Oh god, it feels so good that I release a moan of appreciation.

  “That’s what I thought, Daisy. You are a slut. Doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?” He laughs and grinds a little harder. He has a point. I guess it doesn’t take much, because I’m panting pretty quickly now. His mouth is suddenly on mine stealing my breath and plunging his tongue in and out in strong thrusts. His hand between my legs, he shoves aside my panties and jerks his fingers through my wetness, rubbing insistently back and forth on my aroused clit.