Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
The big day has finally come! Scott, Cross, and Barrett are coming over to meet Lily ...
... and boy, do they get more than what they bargained for!
Because the saucy brat is no shy pansy, hiding in a closet while trembling with nerves. Instead, she and the man of the house have already gotten the party started, and the intimacy is intense.
But that’s only the warm-up because soon Lily’s ready to entertain Lionel’s friends ...
... and that means pleasing three handsome alpha males as she’s possessed and claimed!
Continue reading Lily Powell’s epic serial where a young woman sets out on an incredible adventure populated by handsome alpha males; devilish billionaires; and of course, juicy menages that will set your panties on fire! Lily’s living the life that we only wish we could live, and the best part? She’s willing to share every little detail, no matter how sordid and filthy, which is why we adore the curvy girl. Strap on your seatbelts because this story will blow your socks off. 3...2...1... BLAST OFF
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1
Cross
“What have we here?” I demand in a baritone, my black brows lifting as I take in the sight before me. “I thought the party began at eight, bud, but it seems you got started a little early.”
After all, my friends Scott, Barrett and I have been invited to bowl at our pal Lionel’s house. Yes, the motherfucker has a bowling alley in the lower levels of his mansion, as well as an infinity pool, steam room, private gym, and sauna. But this isn’t your average shindig where a bunch of middle-aged dudes guzzle beer while re-living their glorious pasts. Instead, Lionel let it be known that he’s taken up with his stepdaughter, who’s an entrancing little vixen. Even better, said stepdaughter is craving a menage, and he’s enlisted us to do the honors.
Lionel rises before us, and even I have to admit that the motherfucker is a good-looking asshole. He’s six three, with dark hair, blue eyes, and the handsome features of a prince. But this douche is obviously no prince because he’s in the middle of defiling his stepdaughter, for crying out loud. Who the hell does that?
Of course, Scott, Barrett, and I are hardly angels either. We’ve engaged in all sorts of shenanigans: hookers, street walkers, gangbangs, exotic sex clubs, you name it. But when you’re a wealthy, handsome alpha male who exudes virility, then the world is your oyster. You don’t even have to go out and find opportunities. Beautiful women throw themselves at us. Business deals land at our feet like flopping fish. I no longer bother to check my bank balance because I know it’s a nine-figure sum, with no chance of depletion. But none of that gives me pleasure, at least not anymore. Shit gets old no matter what it is, and having lived the high life for decades, I’m over it.
But still, today’s opportunity was especially intriguing because Lily Powell is off the charts beautiful. Lionel forwarded us a couple snaps of the teen vixen, and they were eye openers. I remember when the email first popped onto my computer screen. I was at my desk, looking over some spreadsheets, when a notification pinged. Lionel wasn’t stupid enough to title it “naked pix” or “Lily’s photos.” He titled it something like “Meeting summary,” but I knew what was waiting inside.
Swiveling my monitor away from the door, I clicked on the email. Of course, I don’t exactly care if someone catches me looking at porn at my desk. After all, I’m the one in charge, so what are they going to do? Complain to the boss? Report me to HR? Good luck with that.
Plus, not only am I the CEO of Cross Holdings, but I literally own this company. Cross Holdings was established by my forebears over a hundred years ago as the Horse and Hoof Express. Yes, it’s a ridiculous name but Cross Holdings was once part of the pony express, delivering mail and other small goods across uncharted portions of the Wild West. Then over the years, the Horse and Hoof morphed and morphed again, finally becoming what it is today: a global behemoth that processes billions of credit card transactions per day. Our competitors are Visa and AmEx, and we do battle with those assholes on a daily basis.
So yes, I’m the CEO of a global corporation, and the company literally belongs to me, seeing that I’m its largest shareholder. If I want to dance naked in my office while belting out karaoke, then so be it. If I want to play mini-golf on the strip of artificial turf in front of my desk, no one will say a word. But I try to run a respectable outfit, and there’s no need to act inappropriately. As a result, I swivel my monitor away from the door and dim the screen too, just as a precaution.