C.D. Gorri

These wild billionaire playboys are used to getting their way…

There isn’t much money can’t buy, especially when it comes to pleasure. But can these curvy women tame these billionaire beasts and win their love? Or will their souls be sucked into oblivion by the wanton bliss their bodies crave more and more with every surrender?

Each of our heroes wears a mask on the outside to face the world, but his disguise comes off when he runs into the one female who makes his blood run hot. Need and possessive passion abound in these books, but our heroes know only one way to control their desires.

Will they f*ck the feeling they see as weakness out of their systems, or will their needs only grow more wild with every touch, kiss, and plunge into ecstasy with the object of his affections?

Wild Billionaire Romance

I fell face first into my wife’s pretty pink pussy and it was the best fucking thing I’d ever experienced.


Well, maybe having her suck the life out of me on her knees was tied with it. But whatever.


I could spend forever just worshipping at her altar. She was such a beauty. Back arched, tits bouncing with each breath she took, eyes closed tight, mouth opened in a silent scream, and her long, red hair billowing behind her like a sail.


I couldn't help it. I had to own her. Every fucking inch needed to be possessed by me.


Mindless with need, with love, I thrust my tongue inside her pussy. I moaned as her hot little channel squeezed me tight.


Using my thumb to strum her little clit, I fucked her on my face, swallowing every drop of her sweetness.


A long, drawn out moan spilled from her lips, and I wanted to pound my chest like a fucking warrior. But I needed more. I needed her to come on my cock.


Chapter FORTY-FIVE