Gregory Ellington

"Who are you, really? And is your name cutiepie69? You aren't... you didn't come here for sugar dating, did you?" 
Suddenly, a memory clicked into place. 
"Wait a minute. Is your name Olivia?" She nodded, her eyes wide with confusion and what seemed like relief. I felt like a complete idiot. 
"Christ. Why did you say your name was Cutiepie69?" "I... I was actually really confused. When you started talking about sugar babies and rules, I thought—"
Olivia, an aspiring actress, is thrust into a world of luxury and opportunity when she meets Christopher, a billionaire film producer. Their first rendezvous takes a shocking turn with a passionate one-night stand due to a mistaken identity—Christopher thought she was his intended sugar baby. 
As Olivia steps into the spotlight of her dreams, Christopher showers her with lavish gifts and exclusive invites, blurring the lines between business and pleasure. Torn between her devoted boyfriend Logan and the alluring Christopher, Olivia's life spirals into a whirlwind of secret rendezvous, career highs, and personal chaos. 
Can she navigate the storm of ambition and love to find true happiness?

Billionaire's Mistaken Match

　　With a growl, Christopher slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. The stretch was intense, bordering on pain, but the pleasure drowned everything else.


　　"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, holding still for a moment. "It's like you're made for me."


　　I couldn't respond, my breath escaping in broken gasps as I tried to adjust to his size. Then he started to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in hard.


　　Each powerful stroke made me cry out, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He set a relentless pace, fucking me with a ferocity that left me breathless.


　　"Harder," I moaned, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder."


　　He tightened his grip on my hips, his nails digging into my skin. "You want it rough, baby?"


　　"Yes, Daddy. Please," I whimpered, barely able to form coherent thoughts.


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