DILF - Page 228

Of course, he keeps all that softness hidden away between fours walls. Whenever he addresses the Senate, or whenever there are tough decisions to make, you can count on him to be his old take-no-prisoners self. A lover when he’s with me, a warrior when he steps onto the battlefield.

And something else entirely whenever he picks up little Natalie, all the tension slipping out from his body as he holds her with his bigs hands.

“Never let me go, Parker,” I whisper into his ear, feeling that sweet pressure mounting inside of me, the fires of hell getting ready to be set free on my insides.

“Never,” he repeats after me, his deep voice coming out with a groan. I dig my fingernails into his back, feeling my muscles twitch and spasm; his cock does the same inside my pussy, pulsing hard against my inner walls as his seed fills me up to the brim.

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts, still holding his long inches inside me, “what do you say we make another baby?”

“I think that’s the best thing I’ve heard today,” I reply without even stopping to think about it, my voice coming out ragged and spent. The words fly out from between my lips, echoing in the dark room, and I pull him into me and kiss him.

Forget about the presidency, and forget about paving the way into an IPO for my company. Right now, all my plans for the future have fully shifted into Mother-Amy mode.

I think there isn’t anything more worthwhile in the world than being a parent. To know that you’ve created a life, drawing it out from the nothingness in the universe. It’s magic. It really is.

And so is love. Whoever says I’m a dreamer, I’ll go right ahead and agree. Because there’s nothing better than believing in things such as love and magic, and then seeing it all come truth right in front of your eyes.

Never stop dreaming - if you don’t give up on the love, it won’t give up on you.

Alicia Vs. Billionaire - Preview

Like the one time I’m even slightly naughty, it comes back to bite me. Literally…

So what if I gave into a moment of weakness with a hot stranger on a train? Maybe did some things that would make my mom shake her head.

No problem, right? Go on about your way, right? It’s a big city…millions of people and you’ll never see them again, right?

Wrong.

It turns out this guy I let myself go with is my new client, Derek Lowell. Not only that, but of course he has to be a hot, single, billionaire and all, and obviously he has every woman at my job salivating over his ultra-ripped body with his 8-pack abs and beautiful, rugged face and his monster…uhmm…ego?

You know by now what all those alpha-male billionaires say in these blurbs. Like, ‘Oh I always get what I want and I want her, haha’ or ‘She doesn’t know it yet but she’s going to be on her knees begging me not to stop, haha’.

Ya, whatevs, dude. You wanna get me on my knees it better be because I’m about to sit on your face.

Oh, what’s wrong? Is the Big Bad Alpha-Male Billionaire scared of lil’ ol’ me?

Oh, now he’s mad and he says he’s gonna teach me a lesson. I think this is gonna be fun…

*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Billionaire in this first

installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sexy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***

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Alicia - Preview

You have to be kidding! I look at my phone and see that it has a 20% charge. I'll never get through the day on that. I rush over and plug it into the charger for a few minutes while I continue applying my mascara—it's amazing what good mascara can do for a girl—and I count down the minutes till I need to leave for work. 15 minutes. I can feel every one of those minutes trickling down my neck like rain flooding a roof. If I don't get on the 6 train soon, I'm going to be late—and I'm never late.

I rush over and gather what I need in my purse, and pick out my heels for the day—black or beige? I'm going with black. Throwing them on my feet, I grab my phone, my keys, and run out the door. I make it out of my apartment with two minutes to spare and I'm feeling good. As I head to the subway station I stop at Starbucks. It's my one indulgence. I can't function without my skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso. And it never fails that I always get some morning entertainment out of how they spell my name: Alisha, Aleesha, Alissya, and one time even Alisheé—do I look French? For the record, my name is the standard Alicia.

I pull my phone out of my purse and double-check the time. Shit. The slowest barista is working today and the line is backed up. Why would they put the slowest person behind the bar during the morning rush? I should be at the Midtown Manhattan offices of Carter Jeffries in a few minutes, but I can see now that I'm going to be late. Just as I'm considering skipping the drink, I hear my name: "A skinny vanilla latte with an add shot on the bar for Ashley!" I grab the drink and head outside, rushing to the 6 train from 81st street as fast as my heels will carry me.

A crowd is building for the train. It's the morning rush, so it's a familiar scene. As soon as the train pulls up, everyone is bumping shoulders. Every seat is taken, and most of the overhead handrails are taken as well. I look down and one guy is 'manspreading' himself across two seats, which is annoying, but I get lucky and lean up against a metal pole in the middle of the train with a sliver of space to spare. The train lurches with forward momentum and I accidentally bump into a guy standing next to me.

"Sorry about that," I say, waving at him apologetically. He gives me a sympathetic smile and says, "It's fine. Busy morning."

As he says this, I notice his face. He's clean cut, with soft brown hair and he smells good—what is that—smoky, woodsy, and citrusy? Oh god, and he has a million dollar smile. And those eyes—the color of perfect weather. He smiles at me a moment longer and then looks away. I suddenly feel drawn to this man. Is it my hormones? Maybe it's the fact that I haven't slept with a man in over a month, and the last time it happened wasn't a memory I want to relive. My ex—Michael—and I had just broken up—we agreed to remain friends and he suggested we go for one drink. Yes, one drink. I know, how stupid could I be? I'm sure you know where I'm going with this. One drink turned into three, which turned into a couple more and before I knew it, I was inviting him back up to my apartment. And let's face it; I don't think anyone makes their best decisions under the influence of five or more cocktails. So, there we were, making out and peeling our clothes off faster than you can scratch an itch. The sex was mediocre at best—okay, I'll be honest; it sucked. Michael was so drunk that he couldn't even finish, so even under the haze of alcohol we both laid there in an awkward semi-embrace.

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