Maryam Alabi_Founder

Maryam Alabi_Founder's Books(2)

The Billionaire's Savage Daughter: A Return For Vengeance

Billionaires

5.0

It was 4am in the morning, I could barely sleep, I kept on wondering how everything happened so fast. Just like yesterday, it's been two years since we met. I remembered the day we met. It was raining, so he offered me his umbrella and that was it-his umbrella led us here. I flipped my eyes open, only to meet Lycandar staring at me. He couldn't sleep either, I guess. We are both nervous-tomorrow is our wedding, we're excited as fuck. Lycandar kept staring at me on the bed, and I only smiled. "What?!" I asked with a baby smile. "Nothing, I'm just happy! I don't have to be scared anymore that someone else might have you." Lycandar said with a gentle smirk while he teased my hair. "Hm...are you that nervous!" I asked teasingly. "No...but I think you're nervous honey. Do you want me to help your nervousness?!" Lycandar teased me, gently using his middle finger to trace my face around. "Oh don't be naughty!" I cursed jokingly while biting the lower part of my lips. "No, it's you who's naughty right now, because why are you on my bed?!" He asked, his desperate eyes boring into mine. "Silly you!" I said while I laughed at his voice. He wasn't using his actual voice, he was mimicking my voice. "Let me help your nervousness!" he added while he brushed a strand of hair from my face. My breath instantly began to shake, I wanted him. I didn't just want him, I needed him too, and he knew that already. The last time I'd sex with Lycandar, he drove me nuts, and I wanted just the same thing. He shifted closer, and I could feel his touch from within. He continued to stroke my face with his fingers, purposely keeping me waiting, so I could start dripping before he acts. He does that almost all the time. "Tell me you want me!" Lycandar ordered, his piercing eyes, fucking me already. "You know that already!" I said seductively and my hands slowly went to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt already. Slowly, he began to bring his lips closer to mine and my eyes shot close instantly. His lips met mine in a slow, lingering kiss, one that sent cold all through my body. I sighed against him, my hands digging into his hair, bringing him closer to me. Lycandar slowly pulled away, his fingers began to trace my jaw, his thumb grazing my bottom lip, as he began to push his thumb into my mouth. This was when I knew things were about to get heated. And I loved it already. He removed his thumb and continued to kiss me, his hands either on my waist or losing my robe. With a smooth move, he already had my sleeping wear off me. He skillfully pulled off my G-string, flinging it towards the door. And I helped him take off his pants too. He began to scoop my breast carefully into his mouth, playing with my nipples before he slowly went for my bra and unhooked it. The room spun around me, but all I could focus on was him, the heat of his touch, the hunger in his gaze, that was all my satisfaction. Lycandar pressed me down on the bed, but my head was still tilted up, and his mouth slowly and roughly went in-between my legs. The first powerful rough contact of his tongue made my body tense in anticipation and eagerness, his delicious mouth wrapped around my clit and I fell back on the bed, unable to even hold my body up anymore. When he swirled his tongue over my entrance ridge, my hand flew to his hair and I pulled him to look at me. "Good job, daddy." I praised and he just smirked and said, "Don't be quick to run into a conclusion, I'm just beginning, sweetie..." and he slowly traced his way back to my pussy. He bent down again and began to devour me, eating me whole and his slutty tongue swiping its way all over my wetness. He shifted his jaw open more, using his hand to spread me open for his tongue and I felt his mouth sucking my exposed clit. "Lycandar..." I muttered and began to shake under his onslaught, his deep chuckle vibrated my pussy and I bit my cheek to prevent a moan. He began to lay kisses on my swollen clit before he began to suck on my juice, filling his mouth with all of me, my fingers gripping the bed sheets hard. Whatever he was doing to me was like nothing I've ever felt before, my whole body was paying attention to the way he takes care of my pussy.

Savage Temptation: The Billionaire's Secret Obsessions

Billionaires

5.0

I swayed my hips in rhythm with the slow music of the club's speakers. Slowly moving my body around the poll, either pushing out my ass or pressing my breast into the poll. Bending my body and twisting my waist in a seductive swing which made it almost impossible for the men to look away. There were other strippers around but I was the center of attention. I didn't just dance, I made sure I teased my ass at them, further keeping them hungry. And judging by the way the men leaned forward, elbows readied on the table, it was working. My oiled skin glittered under the club light. The tiny pieces of fabric that I wore were more of a suggestion than clothing, barely covering my nipples and ass. I would flick my hair and bite my lower lips and I'd catch the sight of their gazes on me. I trailed my hands over my stomach and my fingers roamed over my own skin like a lover's touch. I bent low, letting them see more of the passing view. The men didn't just watch me, they worshipped me. My gaze met that of a man in a polished, dark, and expensive suit, his tie loosened roughly on his neck and eyes were signalling at me. He wasn't like the others. While others stared hungrily, he leaned back, cool, and unremarkably composed. His eyes locked into mine with an invitation. With a slow sensual stroll, I made my way to him while swaying my hips. I grabbed a glass of wine and offered it to him and I began to give him a lap dance, rolling my hips against him in a slow, prickly grind. I felt him take a sharp inhale, his fingers gently shaking as he fought the urge to grab my waist. His arousal grew and I seductively pulled him up from his seat and he reluctantly stood up and followed my lead. I led him towards a darkened hallway beyond the flashing lights of the club. This is what I usually do. I take men to quiet corners, giving them just enough to keep them satisfied. I pushed him down onto a couch and stood between his legs. My fingers ran across his chest before moving lower towards his belt. I pulled his belt free and knelt between his legs, and I could feel his hungry eyes on me. His dick was hard already, a blowjob will go a long way. "Six hundred dollars." I said, just before I began to suck his dick. He quickly brought out a bundle of cash, without confirming it, he placed it in my hand in a desperate attempt for us to get down to action. I knew what he gave me was way more than my charge. I began to use my hand to condition his dick first before I slid it into my elongated throat. Without gagging, I pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. I controlled the movement while he groaned carelessly. His hand fisted in my hair as he pressed my head forward. He was murmuring something but I was too fused to listen to what he was saying. Without any warning, he suddenly released on my face and I hungrily licked the drops from my face. I met his gaze and there was pleasure written all over his face. I pulled back and was preparing to leave when he suddenly grabbed my waist. "Come on, pretty," he murmured, while he tried to force me on his lap. He stood up and was trying to press me down in an attempt to get what he wanted. Despite being a stripper, I don't fuck men. The highest I can go is giving blowjobs. I resisted his touch, but he still tried to press me down.. He was going to force himself on me. I knew things were about to turn bad. So I grabbed a vase and blindly swung it on his head. His body jerked and his grip loosened as he staggered back before he slumped down, crashing hard on the floor. Shock gripped me, the vase slipped from my fingers, and it shattered against the floor. "Oh God. What have I done?" I asked myself out of shock. "Shit." I whispered, and I knelt beside him to confirm his pulse, if he was still breathing. Glad to find him still breathing, I took the bundle of the cash he gave me and I bolted out of the room. Isabella(Female Lead): Isabella is a stripper yet a virgin who was framed for her own father's death. She was casted out of the house, leaving her with no option than to survive alone. She luckily met Jaxon who offered her a marriage deal which she agreed to because of the amount he was willing to pay her.