About the Book
Open your legs, Allison. Open them now. I
want to see what’s mine.
Eighteen year old Allison loves her disabled
mother. In fact, Allison would do anything for her, especially now
that she is wheelchair-bound. But she has no idea her love and
commitment are about to be tested…in a BIG way. Her virginity is
part of her mother’s new employment agreement, and Ryan Sharpe, her
mother’s demanding new boss, likes to do it hard . When Ryan
makes his expectations clear, how far will Allison go to save her
mother's job and their future?
Warning: This 10,000 word erotic novella contains explicit
descriptions of sex between a curvy eighteen year old virgin and an
alpha billionaire with a secret agenda. Intended for ADULTS ONLY,
this story contains scenes of graphic, rough sex; orgasm denial;
spanking; and a hard deflowering.
Sample
“Open your legs, Allison. Open them now. I
want to see what’s mine.”
His? I was his ?
Oh my God.
My body was his. Even the parts down
there .
Especially the parts down there.
The authority in his voice was so sexy. This
was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Sure, I was a
virgin…who hadn’t ever sucked cock…or done a lot of other stuff
before. But I had made out with my share of boys.
Boys. That was what they were.
Mr. Sharpe was no boy. He was a man .
Strong. Domineering. Powerful. There was most definitely a
difference.
“Allison.”
I turned sideways so my body was angled
toward him and leaned back, knees bent, feet resting on the
seat.
His gaze was so hot it scalded my skin. “You
heard me.”
I nodded.
He grabbed my wrist, fingers clamped tightly
around it like a cuff. “On your knees. Now. Lay over my lap.”
Shocked by the sharpness in his voice, I slid
to the floor then rested my upper body on his thighs.
What was he going to do? Spank me like a
naughty child?
“P-please…” I whispered.
His hand caressed my naked ass.
“Silence.”
BBW,
billionaire, curves, virgin, creampie, breeding,
spanking
Chapter 1
When I was a kid I used to dream of meeting a
real prince, like Prince William. He would take one look at me,
fall madly in love with me, beg me to marry him, and we would live
happily ever after in his castle on a mountain. Just like
Cinderella.
And why shouldn’t that happen? I deserved to
be happy, right? Especially after the crappy life I’ve led so
far.
Ten years of watching my mom’s health
decline.
Ten years of food stamps and disability, of
scraping to get by.
Ten years of clinging to hope when reality
kept telling me I was being a total idiot for even imagining my
dreams might come true.
All this time I’ve been waiting, anticipating
meeting him. Meeting my prince charming.
It happened.
Today.
On my eighteenth birthday.
He was tall. His shoulders were broad enough
to carry the weight of the world. His features were striking and
masculine and everything I’d imagined. But his eyes were different.
Instead of soft and gentle, they were sharp. Piercing. The color of
steel. And, like steel, they sliced right through to my soul,
leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable and unsteady on my
feet.
He wasn’t a royal from a distant country.
Based on his very American accent, I would guess he was one hundred
percent American. The prince of an industry. A business tycoon.
With power and money.
And he was older than I’d expected. At least
thirty.
“Honey, this is Ryan Sharpe,” my mom said as
she motioned toward the intimidating man standing next to the
limousine parked outside our dingy bungalow. The car looked out of
place on our narrow street, packed with beaters and broken down
trucks. Just as the man himself, wearing clothes that fit as if
they’d been made just for him, looked out of place standing on the
cracked, tilting sidewalk, littered with broken toys abandoned by
the kids next door. “Mr. Sharpe offered to take you out to dinner
for your birthday.”
“That’s very kind of you.” It
Open your legs, Allison. Open them now. I
want to see what’s mine.
Eighteen year old Allison loves her disabled
mother. In fact, Allison would do anything for her, especially now
that she is wheelchair-bound. But she has no idea her love and
commitment are about to be tested…in a BIG way. Her virginity is
part of her mother’s new employment agreement, and Ryan Sharpe, her
mother’s demanding new boss, likes to do it hard . When Ryan
makes his expectations clear, how far will Allison go to save her
mother's job and their future?
Warning: This 10,000 word erotic novella contains explicit
descriptions of sex between a curvy eighteen year old virgin and an
alpha billionaire with a secret agenda. Intended for ADULTS ONLY,
this story contains scenes of graphic, rough sex; orgasm denial;
spanking; and a hard deflowering.
Sample
“Open your legs, Allison. Open them now. I
want to see what’s mine.”
His? I was his ?
Oh my God.
My body was his. Even the parts down
there .
Especially the parts down there.
The authority in his voice was so sexy. This
was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Sure, I was a
virgin…who hadn’t ever sucked cock…or done a lot of other stuff
before. But I had made out with my share of boys.
Boys. That was what they were.
Mr. Sharpe was no boy. He was a man .
Strong. Domineering. Powerful. There was most definitely a
difference.
“Allison.”
I turned sideways so my body was angled
toward him and leaned back, knees bent, feet resting on the
seat.
His gaze was so hot it scalded my skin. “You
heard me.”
I nodded.
He grabbed my wrist, fingers clamped tightly
around it like a cuff. “On your knees. Now. Lay over my lap.”
Shocked by the sharpness in his voice, I slid
to the floor then rested my upper body on his thighs.
What was he going to do? Spank me like a
naughty child?
“P-please…” I whispered.
His hand caressed my naked ass.
“Silence.”
BBW,
billionaire, curves, virgin, creampie, breeding,
spanking
Chapter 1
When I was a kid I used to dream of meeting a
real prince, like Prince William. He would take one look at me,
fall madly in love with me, beg me to marry him, and we would live
happily ever after in his castle on a mountain. Just like
Cinderella.
And why shouldn’t that happen? I deserved to
be happy, right? Especially after the crappy life I’ve led so
far.
Ten years of watching my mom’s health
decline.
Ten years of food stamps and disability, of
scraping to get by.
Ten years of clinging to hope when reality
kept telling me I was being a total idiot for even imagining my
dreams might come true.
All this time I’ve been waiting, anticipating
meeting him. Meeting my prince charming.
It happened.
Today.
On my eighteenth birthday.
He was tall. His shoulders were broad enough
to carry the weight of the world. His features were striking and
masculine and everything I’d imagined. But his eyes were different.
Instead of soft and gentle, they were sharp. Piercing. The color of
steel. And, like steel, they sliced right through to my soul,
leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable and unsteady on my
feet.
He wasn’t a royal from a distant country.
Based on his very American accent, I would guess he was one hundred
percent American. The prince of an industry. A business tycoon.
With power and money.
And he was older than I’d expected. At least
thirty.
“Honey, this is Ryan Sharpe,” my mom said as
she motioned toward the intimidating man standing next to the
limousine parked outside our dingy bungalow. The car looked out of
place on our narrow street, packed with beaters and broken down
trucks. Just as the man himself, wearing clothes that fit as if
they’d been made just for him, looked out of place standing on the
cracked, tilting sidewalk, littered with broken toys abandoned by
the kids next door. “Mr. Sharpe offered to take you out to dinner
for your birthday.”
“That’s very kind of you.” It
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