Saved By Her Velvet Thong: Billionaire Lesbian Romance Series Book 1

By Michelle Gomez

Like most of her contemporaries Barbara Anderson (the heiress) was young, gothic and a party animal. As the only child of the Andersons, one of America's oldest and richest families, she was in line to inherit the over 100 billion fortune from the oil, and gas and real estate family business. The heiress. That was the name the press had called her, the name the paparazzi always slammed on their front pages. To curb her excesses and to stabilize their failing empire, her billionaire parents married her off to a billionaire playboy to seal off the company merger; once enemies they eventually fell in love; but on the wedding night she catches her husband having sex with another woman. As if this wasn't enough, Barbara has so many surprises on her way.

 

 Will this marriage last or will it burn down like ash? Or is there twist to the story?

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Amol Wakchaure
• Release date: Jun 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393293477

Book preview

PROLOGUE

Barbara could feel the sweat run down her back, but she could feel something else course through more than just her back- she could feel it course through her entire body. The vibrations emanating from her vagina as the moist tongue ran riot on her clitoris. She screamed and writhed as the soft hands ran over her body, and she grabbed at the bedsheets like she wanted to rip it off. It all felt unreal. It all felt like a dream, a dream she had no wish to be awaken from.

She managed to open her eyes to sneak a peek. She saw a head full of golden curls bobbing up and down between her thighs. It was real, she was in heaven and on earth at the same time. She couldn't believe that the stranger whose acquaintance she had just made could make her feel this great... she couldn't believe that she had wasted almost five years with Frank and had never experienced this feeling of ecstasy.  As the tongue flicked over her clitoris, she cursed whoever had told her not to receive anything from strangers; whoever said that had probably never met a stranger that gave the best gift ever.

It was coming close, she could feel it as the fingers dug into her skin. Her entire body was quivering spasmodically in a way she had never experienced. She wanted it to end so she could breathe, she wanted it to continue so she could savor the moment in entirety.  As if in tune, her partner stopped suddenly to let her breathe. Barbara opened her eyes, lifted her heads, and their eyes met. She saw intensity, a wild intensity, and a hint of tenderness in her partner's eyes, and she looked away shyly; they both did. It began again, the throbbing, the rapid heartbeat, the panting, and the moaning.

Barbara could see the empty champagne bottles, she could see their discarded clothing and the vibrator that they had used the night before, everywhere she looked brought back memories she had forgotten in the heat of the moment.  She knew she had shared the story of her entire life with her, the good, the bad, and the unexplainable, and they had driven to her house all the way from the bar. That was how much she remembered before she felt the fingers do wonders on her already turgid areolas again. She squealed in pleasure. Her voice quivering in her throat.

It happened when she least expected it. They had changed to the position her partner described as her favorite position; 69.  She was mounted atop Barbara with her juicy vagina grinding atop Barbara's flicking tongue, while Barbara was mounted in the exact same position atop her partner's open mouth. Panting, moaning and grabbing each other's butts and sweating bodies. That was all Barbara could remember before she was transported up the clouds. She couldn't tell which of the clouds she landed on; 1, 2, 3 or 9.

CHAPTER ONE

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ulticolored Strobe lights, large-sized spotlights, stacks of unlit firecrackers, and champagne glasses piled to the rooftop, and the ever-present massive subwoofers. These are a few objects that a keen observer visiting any party that happens every day in a New York party scene would see. These are merely the skeletal parts.

One would only be privy to see all these things if one were to arrive early as the venues are set up; if one came later, one would only see the real deal; the real reason why New York is known as the entertainment capital of the world.

One thing is as constant as the day and night in New York- the party