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

　　The new combination of sensations sent me spiraling out of control. I could feel the orgasm building, more intense and explosive than anything before.


　　"Oh my god, Christopher! Keep going, just like that!"


　　His breath hitched, and I could tell he was close, too. "Fuck, Olivia, you're—so—tight," he managed between thrusts, his control slipping.


　　The pressure built to a peak, every nerve in my body taut and quivering. Then the dam broke, and I came hard, my orgasm washing over me in powerful waves of pleasure, wringing cries from my lips.


　　Christopher followed a moment later, thrusting deep as his own climax took hold. His body stiffened against mine, filling me completely one last time before he collapsed next to me, both of us breathless and spent.


　　"Damn," he murmured, drawing me into his arms. "You're something else."


　　"No, you're something else," I shot back, laughing. We lay there in a tangle of limbs and sweat, basking in the afterglow.


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