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The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

Because of Reivea Polcas' manipulative and abusive stepmother, she is now in a situation she would never have chosen for herself. She is now the toy and bedwarmer of a wealthy and powerful man. A soft moan escaped from the mouth of Reivea when she felt the long, veiny, and thick c-ck sliding inside her womanhood. She slowly opens her eyes and faces the man on top of her. "Still hurts?" The man grinned. "Y-Yes, but I'll get used to it," she replied and closed her eyes again. She closed her eyes tightly as the man began to slowly fall. It still hurt for him even though they did it for the third time. It's like the man riding on top of him never gets tired. After a while, the man on her top started pumping so fast and rough inside her. He massaged her breasts and played with her nipples so she doesn't know where to turn her head because of the pleasure she feels right now. "Ahh.. H-Hellion! That's delicious, hmm.." the girl mumbled causing the boy to like it even more. "Fuck!" The man cursed. It just keeps pushing until it feels that the woman is close to the lab@san. "Ohh, S-t! I-I'm coming Hellion," said Reivea with wide eyes. Hellion played with her cl-t while pumping inside her so hard and rough. "Yeah! Yeah, baby! I'm near too! Shit! Ahh!" Helion said firmly as he pulled away. After some more hard thrusts, they both com. Hellion shot his semen inside the intimate area and slowly started thrusting. "H-Hellion, I'm tired. Please, it's okay first.." Reiv said weakly while Hellion's vibrating masculinity was still inside him. It still hasn't softened even after several rounds. The Hellion noticed that the girl was really tired. He knows why, for fucking sake, this is their 4th round! Because of this, he first filled Reiv's womanhood with semen before he pulled out his weapon with semen still dripping. Reiv fell on the bed like a wilted vegetable. His body was very tired and his knees were shaking. "Don't forget to take the pills, always, okay? You know, I love raw six." Hellion said as he grabbed a tissue. He wiped himself then looked at the girl on his back. "Spread your legs. I'll clean you," Hellion said authoritatively. Reiv followed suit. He was still a bit shy to do that. Hellion carefully wiped Reiv's womanhood. After that, the woman closed her legs and closed her eyes. "Good. I'll go, I'm going somewhere. If you're hungry, just cook downstairs. Everything you need is complete there," Hellion said before entering the bathroom. It only took a few minutes before he came out and got dressed before leaving the room. Reivea was now looking at the ceiling. If her gambling stepmom hadn't sold her to a gay manager of a bar and he in turn sold her to a man for a large sum of money, she wouldn't be in the situation she is in today. But somehow he is thankful because no one will oppress and mistreat him. There is a substitute. And it's her body That is the reason why she's here right now, why she became a billionaire's bed warmer.
'MAID FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

'MAID FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

"Ugh, you're so annoying!" I stammered at him. I felt like I was struggling to breathe from chasing after my breath. "Y-you know I can't serve you properly... but why did you ask for this?" I wanted to curse. Why do I keep stammering?! I saw him grin. "I just want you to serve me... what's wrong with that, Baby? Hmm..." He bit his lower lip. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound. He said it near my ear, almost sending shivers down my spine. I might faint. I'm nervous, despite the fact that we're so close, even though this mansion has centralized air conditioning. What's happening? Why am I feeling so hot?! "Serve? I don't want to!" I pushed him hard, but he didn't budge. "Just find someone else! After all, you're a billionaire... you can easily do that, so why bother with me?!" I shouted at him again. Even though we were so close, I don't have bad breath, so it's okay. "I. Only. Want. You." He said slowly and firmly. "Tell me, baby what's hard to understand?" I was surprised when he suddenly walked out, loosening his necktie in irritation. I was left with my mouth hanging open at what he said. It seems like I really angered him. It looks like I have no choice but to serve him properly besides I'm the billionaire's maid. Maybe it's better to serve him well and maybe our 5-year contract could be reduced by a year or two. I'll just be his personal maid. There's nothing difficult about that. But there's one thing I'm afraid of, something I know all too well about myself. But we're not like before. We may be of the same age, but we're really far apart now. He's grown up to be a great young man while I'm stuck with the same old me. And I don't even know if I did grow. I sighed, thinking about the new day that I'll once again be serving him. I used to be his childhood friend. Now he's turned into the youngest billionaire of our generation. That makes me the billionaire's maid. And that makes me feel like I shouldn't cross the boundaries and walls I've built between us. It's just me, Jearri, nothing so special... and he is Laxer, the billionaire. I held my chest, feeling the rhythm of my heartbeat. Dear heart, please know your limitations.
The Ruthless CEO's Forgotten Amnesiac Wife

The Ruthless CEO's Forgotten Amnesiac Wife

Five years ago, Grace was left to die in the suffocating darkness of a collapsed building. She survived with severe amnesia, clawing her way through Los Angeles as a broke, struggling actress. But her fragile peace shattered when she was cornered by Bryce Delaney, a ruthless billionaire who looked at her with agonizing, terrifying obsession. He slammed a multi-million dollar prenuptial agreement onto his mahogany desk, demanding she become a bought-and-paid-for mother to his three identical sons. Worse, she accidentally ran into her biological mother, a wealthy socialite, on the street. Instead of joy, her mother looked at Grace in absolute horror. "You should have stayed dead! To us, you are dead!" At her most important audition, her sister Ashleigh publicly humiliated her, mocking her torn clothes and ordering security to throw her out like trash. Meanwhile, Bryce threatened to destroy her entirely if she tried to escape his grasp. Grace was suffocating in confusion and rage. Why did her own family leave her to bleed out in the rubble? Why were they so terrified to see her alive? And why did this powerful tyrant call her "Gracie" with such broken grief, yet try to trap her in a fake, transactional cage? She refused to be a victim again. She threw the contract directly at Bryce's chest and violently slapped her sister's hand away. Just as the industry tried to blacklist her, an elite European consortium suddenly descended, pouring fifteen million dollars into the production solely to crown Grace. The war for the truth had just begun.