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My Billionaire Master (Businessman Romances Erotic Virgin)

Author Ashley Leigh
Publisher Ashley Leigh
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Author(s)Ashley Leigh
PublisherAshley Leigh
ISBN / ASINB00HZ5JXCY
ISBN-13978B00HZ5JXC7
Sales Rank1,754,586
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸

Description

“Keep your eyes on me when you’re servicing me. You have to know who you’re doing this for. I want to see the look in your eyes.”


When inexperienced Emma walks into her favorite diner and finds her biggest idol, billionaire businessman and ridiculously sexy bachelor, Michael Cox, she knows she has to do whatever possible to catch his curiosity. After a manipulative trick and a touch of her feminine wiles, she's got both his curiosity and his attention.

She soon realizes that Michael Cox is not your everyday cityslicker pretty boy and she's in way over her head, surrendering her body and her mind over to Mr. Cox. Emma hasn't had any sexual experiences whatsoever, but she is dropped into the deep end as Michael uses her to satisfy his wild wishes and naughty fetishes. It doesn't take long before 'Michael' becomes 'Master'.

WARNING! This 6,000+ word story contains highly graphic language, sexual intercourse while covered in baby oil, detailed and jaw-dropping oral sex, BDSM, naughty lingerie, ANAL sex, use of sex toys and immensely explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a dominant billionaire businessman and a wanton lustful virgin, desperate for anything he can give her. THIS IS SUITABLE FOR MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 AND OVER!

EXCERPT:
I closed my eyes to try and pretend I was somewhere else. When I’d opened them, I was wearing a flimsy black plunge dress, the material stretched tight against my ass. Except for the straps, it covered none of my back, and the valley of cleavage went all the way down to the my waist. The sides of my breasts peeked out from the fabric. After they’d finished with my make up and my hair, they had me totter over to the full length mirror, struggling to walk in the six inch heels they’d fashioned me with.
I looked at myself in wonder. I looked like an incredibly expensive hooker. Beautiful, in a way I’d never seen myself before, but dressed and panting in a way that left no doubt I was desperate for a long hard cock. There were no romantic pretensions. Michael Cox had dressed me to use me like a living, breathing sex toy.