Submitting To My Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Boss

By A.J. Shaikh

DESCRIPTION:
Sofia kept having dreams of Muscular men, Bad Boy Alpha males pleasuring her. She didn’t know her dreams might come true soon with her Boss. You know the truth; there's nothing sexier than consent. Sofia is a mature woman who loves to let dominant alpha men do to her all the nasty things that feel so great.

EXCERPT:
“Excuse me,” “I’m going to go take a bath, sit here and I’ll come out and tell you the work for today,” Hunter said, and he walked towards the bathroom of his office.

I stood in his room and studied the room. The laptop was there, there was also his photo, but there was no sign of him having a wife. Maybe he was single. I walked towards the corner of the room that had the most photos of him having world tours, book tours, and fan signings. I heard the sound of water rushing down from the corner of the room.

He got out of the shower and entered his office, where I saw him, wearing a towel around his waist.
“I don’t have a home, I’m paying my dues, I live in my office, this is my bedroom and office,” “Kidding, I have a home to impress my publicist,” He said, quick-paced, with short sentences.

He kept looking at me, and I locked my eyes on his waist. His torso pointed to his gift in between his legs that was hidden by the wrapped towel.

I held my pen in between my mouth and wondered. Hunter walked two steps in my direction and loosened the grip on his towel. The towel fell as if in slow motion...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005590673

A.J. Shaikh

A.J. Shaikh is a Mumbai-based erotica writer. “Submission: Submitting To My Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Boss” is his debut erotica short story. He writes short stories, novels, and poetry collections.

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CONTENTS

Submitting To My Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Boss

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Other Novels

Billionaire Exotica

Femdom Romance

Author’s Note

by A.J. Shaikh

The ruffled sheets were in front of me. I was on my hands and feet, leaning ahead, as I looked in the mirror. A giant, 6-foot tall man stood behind me. He rested his burning manhood on my ass crack, and for a moment my hips wiggled. It was a weird thing to see him do that to me. My hands and feet broke a bit when he mounted his thick, firm, and painful manhood into my flower, and I squirmed with moans and desires.

The way he filled me, it felt like if he entered me more, I might just explode. I leaned ahead as he entered me, and back as he exited me. His hot rod made me roar, he mounted behind me and had me. I was done; I was owned by his desires. I bowed to worship his phallus.

His sweat dribbled on my ass, and I kept holding on to the sheets. I was holding them too hard, my nails dug into it, the sheets might just tear apart. I moaned, and a mirror broke. The glass that was kept in the nightstand fell hearing my voice. I was going to cum, and this monster was going to do it.

He turned me around. I could not see his face, but his thick, veiny hands grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him. He leaned in to kiss me between my legs. His breath sent shivers all over my thighs. I shivered as he smelled my flower and licked it.

I was on Cloud 9, as his tongue swirled around my soft, wet spot, and my hips swayed. I was rocking up and down, riding waves of passion and desire, that’s when I came too close.

My hips grind themselves on his face and my flower was teased, licked, and slapped by his tongue.

I grabbed his hair and dug my nails into his head, and he pulled my legs, and I slid right towards him. He held me as if I was his sex toy.

He kept his hands behind my butt and lifted me. He turned me towards the wall, and I crossed my legs behind his back. He entered me.

My back pressed into the wall, his front was pressing into me. He hammered me into a wall like I was a nail. Hammering at me with powerful thrusts, deep and painful. I was crying, but also feeling great.

With every hammering of him into me, my back broke a little. Every bone in my body prayed for mercy as his passion answered my worship