Red & Blue Read Online Alexis Angel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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Well, it’s no fucking legend, I can tell you that. It’s fucking 12 inches of cock that swings between my legs. That’s right. Once you go Liam, you’re in a whole new world, baby.

But if you think I’m bragging, then you’re absolutely fucking right, I am. Don’t like it? Think I’m a cocky fucking asshole? Well, guess what baby? I completely agree with you 100%.

Don't get me wrong. I’m not being cocky just to be an asshole. Although that would be fun. But I got good cause to act like I own the fucking world. I came from absolutely nothing. We used to fucking live on one meal a day. My parents made sure we went to school so we would get the free lunches we were so fucking poor. I grew up in the Andrews Estate in New York City. Toughest fucking place to grow up, out of the entire city. Located smack dab in the South Bronx, I had absolutely nothing.

And now I strut the world like a fucking colossus. Because I am.

“You like that, darlin’?” I ask Naomi and she’s biting her lip as I thrust one last time before pulling out.

Naomi doesn't waste any time as she gets on her knees and takes my cock with both hands. She knows what I like. She’s heard the stories before. From the Hollywood starlets I’ve banged who still want to get in on the action. The models. The pop stars. The porn stars that swore up and down that if I ever entered the industry they would only work with me.

Before I know it, Naomi has taken off my condom and is jerking my pole with one hand as she starts massaging my balls with another and using her tongue to stimulate the underside of my tip. Jesus fuck. This dark-haired heiress is going to make me cum.

She’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, but I’ve seen so many that it doesn’t matter to me anymore. At least that’s what I’m starting to believe. Naomi doesn’t even have a tight pussy. You can tell all of those evenings getting fucked in Cannes and then Park City and Monaco are starting to take their fucking toll on her.

I feel a shudder travel up my spine.

“I just felt your balls tighten,” she tells me, looking up at me and giving me a slutty smile.

She’s good, I guess. But I gotta tell you, I’m not really completely here in the moment with her. A lot of sex with a lot of women, all of who compliment you on your fucking Apollo-esque body, your two arms covered in tattoos, and your monstrous cock, will leave you with a crazy detachment from the act of sex itself. This woman means nothing to me.

That’s not to say that when she wriggles her tongue on the base of my shaft and brings it up and wraps her lips around my tips and begins to suck that I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I feel enough to push me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I groan loudly and feel my body go. This is it. An arc of electricity paralyzes me as it shoots from my loins and seizes my muscles in my body and I feel my cum racing out. I see my cock explode a moment later.

Thick, long, gooey ropes of cum blast out of my slit and they make a mess on Naomi that I can tell will need a fucking beach towel to clean up.

The first shot hits her square in the forehead. It literally splatters. She angles my cock slightly down and the second shot hits her cheek and nose. The third sails into her open mouth and lands on her tongue, but it starts rolling out and dribbling off her tongue and onto her chin and her smallish tits. The fifth and sixth shots hit her chin and neck.

Fuck, just watching this woman coat her body with my cum is enough to get my cock twitching again. I’m still dribbling the last spurts and Naomi wastes no time, swallowing what’s left in her mouth and wrapping her lips around my tip, sucking again.

She tries her best to empty me out, and after several swallows, finally lets my cock free with a loud popping noise.

She starts scooping up the cum that's running in rivulets down her body as she looks at me with wanton eyes of unbridled lust.

“I think Mr. Mayor,” she coos, “That if you can help me get cleaned up and get my clothes back on so we can look somewhat presentable at the rest of the conference, that I can guarantee those factory jobs in New Kingston.”

“That’s the entire refining and semiconductor operations that you’ll set up there, right? No fucking tax breaks—just a property tax abatement?” I ask, making sure about our deal.


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