What would YOU do if a perfect billionaire stranger with looks superior to every male Hollywood moviestar came coincidentally up your garden path and knocked on your door? Would you open it? Would you let such an opportunity go? Would you risk letting him in? Could you resist your own urge and manage to behave yourself?
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you'll get - and when your time comes, what will you do? ;)
Get yourself a sample of this naughty book at Smashwords or read the excerpts below!
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you'll get - and when your time comes, what will you do? ;)
Get yourself a sample of this naughty book at Smashwords or read the excerpts below!
A car engine idled and the crunch of tyres murmured down the street. The car door opened and closed. Camilla glanced down to her right, on her side she saw a black Chrysler, its front chrome grill shimmering in the breaks of sunlight between summer cloud. Then he stepped out. From 30 meters away his perfection was unmissable. Unmistakable. Unmistakably hot. Those wide shoulders on that six foot frame, that mouse brown hair, slightly wavy, gelled back. Those hawk eyes, that aquiline nose, the distinct jaw on that perfectly symmetric face with impeccably clear skin. His lean form protruded from his white shirt, white gold cufflinks shimmered and scintillated with the Chryslers' chrome grill. Impeccably shone black shoes juxtaposed with the polished black paintwork of the vehicle. Long slender legs that obviously jogged and biked. His entire body clearly knew the gym just as his face radiated intelligence and power. Camilla couldn't help but keep looking like a curious cat down the garden path. [...]
Her gaze tripped over the bulge at the front of his trousers. "Well endowed..." Camilla thought. She bit her lip and realised he was looking straight at her face – with a wicked smirk on his own. She couldn't help but smile shyly and look to her feet. Her gaze drifted back up over his perfect body, over that bulge and chest and fixed on his face. He gave a wide cheeky smile that caused Camilla to blush [...]
"May I come in?" He smiled. His warm voice was resonant and deep, with a distinct metallic high end that reassured yet awoke her.
May I come in? Just like that? God this guy has nerve.
"Of course!" Camilla chirped.
Of course? Not just "sure!" but "Of course!"? Said like that? What's wrong with me? Yes of course! [...]
Then she looked down and realised she was in her bare feet. Oh God the shame. I forgot my shoes. My toes. I don't like my toes – they're too long surely. And the tops of my feet are puffy.
Camilla looked back up to his big gorgeous face and to her horror realised he read her mind. That beaming smiled turned into a subtle wicked grin – those cheeky evil eyes as his gaze wandered all the way down her dress to her feet then darted back to her eyes.
"I love your little feet." He said, his smile softening and warming. "They're about a size four aren't they? Just nice."
Just nice for what? What will he do to my feet? What do I say now? [...]
Her eyes caught on his pert buttocks firm against the material of his designer trousers. He smirked when he caught her looking again. That's a couple of times now he saw her looking at his crotch and buttocks.
"You look very fit." She drawled, in half shame and half lust.
"I am." He smirked. "Come enjoy the daylight with me."
Such a simple thing – just enjoy the day, by the window, yet so effective and soothing. Camilla walked straight to him and stood by him, looking up into his big manly face. He put his arm around her waist and his big fingertips rested on her right hip. She had to bite her lip. If the neighbours saw this – and she just moved here three weeks ago. [...]
"Camilla. I want to take all your clothes off and look at you. And I want to tease you and give you the most intense orgasms of your life. Notice I said orgasms – not orgasm."
Camilla's heart skipped a beat as a bolt of adrenaline shot up from her stomach like an arrow. After that skipped beat her heart raced like a steed as her eyes gazed wide and intense into his. Her mouth went dry and her muscles tensed all over her body almost to a spasm. She felt she was going to pee herself – the tingles burst at his words and plumed in a fury in her pelvis as her nipples ached with rigid hardness. God the way he said it. She swallowed so hard her throat ached. [...]
"Yes." Was all she could choke from her aching swallowing throat. The sense of exhilaration and nervous excitement was overwhelming but she wanted all of him. She wanted him to strip her naked and look at her all over and do everything he wanted to her.
"Please." She murmured.
"Please what?" He smiled.
"Strip me naked." She drawled, blushing, that reflexive smile again at the thought of him seeing her. A hot stranger like this? God what a turn on.
"Then what?" He smiled.
Camilla suddenly felt wicked. "I thought you were creative." She smirked wickedly.
"Oh I am." He reassured. "But I want to hear you say it. Then what? After stripping you completely naked and looking at you, then what?" His grin was uncompromisingly wicked and destroyed every ounce of her ego.
Camilla blushed and trembled. "Tease me and make me cum."
"Anything else?" He raised his chin, a slight smirk of knowing.
"Fuck me." Was all Camilla could say. She was beyond redemption and wanted all his hot heavenly glory. Her god in her house today – this lucky day.
"You're the boss." He smirked and winked.
As if. [...]
"Huhhhhh-h-h-h-h-hh!!! Awww-w-ww—wwww Please!" Camilla whimpered and gasped. Her slender hands and long fingers clenched in sensual anguish into little girl fists. Her arms spasmed at her sides as she tried to remain still and behave herself. Half forgetting the world then the stark reality of standing almost naked at her living room window shocking her back to conscious shame.
The tingles were so deep. [...]
"Pull your panties down right here by the window." He grinned. She realised he wasn't going to stop torturing her. It was only going to get worse and she needed the worst as soon as possible. [...]
Time dilated and in slow motion she watched in horror as his hand drifted to the doorknob and with a single click it opened. The outside breeze felt like a howling gale as the door swung ajar to the wall and the bright, bright daylight flooded in over her bare body. She felt a firm push on her lower back and her feet skidded against the floor as she attempted to brace herself against the inevitable. Camilla drew in her biggest gasp with her gaping mouth and eyes wide with shock – now completely naked right on her doorstep. [...]
"Camilla – I want to have a good look at you naked now. I want you to dance and waltz for me. Right here in the lawn, in front of all these people on their way to see you." The god looked in the other direction. Camilla didn't realise people were coming up both sides of the street. [...]
The car gently drove off, the driver staring from his car window, and two more cars followed from the same direction – stopping and honking as another car honked from behind. All Camilla could do was keep dancing, swaying, waving her bare body and twirling – but she was getting dizzy with the thrill and shame and almost tumbled over as she attempted to turn her body one last time. The god caught her before she fell. She was drunk with adrenaline and embarrassment – and half dead with the constant edge of deep orgasm. [...]
"Oh God please take me back inside. I'm so ashamed. I'm so horny."
"But you're enjoying it more than anything aren't you?" The god smiled.
"Yes." She drooled lazily, her mind a blur of shame and anguish as the fires of orgasm filled her pelvis with torment, her nipples felt as if they were being electrocuted. Her entire body was shocked by waves of tingles and the cheers only caused her heart to race even faster. [...]
Her gaze tripped over the bulge at the front of his trousers. "Well endowed..." Camilla thought. She bit her lip and realised he was looking straight at her face – with a wicked smirk on his own. She couldn't help but smile shyly and look to her feet. Her gaze drifted back up over his perfect body, over that bulge and chest and fixed on his face. He gave a wide cheeky smile that caused Camilla to blush [...]
"May I come in?" He smiled. His warm voice was resonant and deep, with a distinct metallic high end that reassured yet awoke her.
May I come in? Just like that? God this guy has nerve.
"Of course!" Camilla chirped.
Of course? Not just "sure!" but "Of course!"? Said like that? What's wrong with me? Yes of course! [...]
Then she looked down and realised she was in her bare feet. Oh God the shame. I forgot my shoes. My toes. I don't like my toes – they're too long surely. And the tops of my feet are puffy.
Camilla looked back up to his big gorgeous face and to her horror realised he read her mind. That beaming smiled turned into a subtle wicked grin – those cheeky evil eyes as his gaze wandered all the way down her dress to her feet then darted back to her eyes.
"I love your little feet." He said, his smile softening and warming. "They're about a size four aren't they? Just nice."
Just nice for what? What will he do to my feet? What do I say now? [...]
Her eyes caught on his pert buttocks firm against the material of his designer trousers. He smirked when he caught her looking again. That's a couple of times now he saw her looking at his crotch and buttocks.
"You look very fit." She drawled, in half shame and half lust.
"I am." He smirked. "Come enjoy the daylight with me."
Such a simple thing – just enjoy the day, by the window, yet so effective and soothing. Camilla walked straight to him and stood by him, looking up into his big manly face. He put his arm around her waist and his big fingertips rested on her right hip. She had to bite her lip. If the neighbours saw this – and she just moved here three weeks ago. [...]
"Camilla. I want to take all your clothes off and look at you. And I want to tease you and give you the most intense orgasms of your life. Notice I said orgasms – not orgasm."
Camilla's heart skipped a beat as a bolt of adrenaline shot up from her stomach like an arrow. After that skipped beat her heart raced like a steed as her eyes gazed wide and intense into his. Her mouth went dry and her muscles tensed all over her body almost to a spasm. She felt she was going to pee herself – the tingles burst at his words and plumed in a fury in her pelvis as her nipples ached with rigid hardness. God the way he said it. She swallowed so hard her throat ached. [...]
"Yes." Was all she could choke from her aching swallowing throat. The sense of exhilaration and nervous excitement was overwhelming but she wanted all of him. She wanted him to strip her naked and look at her all over and do everything he wanted to her.
"Please." She murmured.
"Please what?" He smiled.
"Strip me naked." She drawled, blushing, that reflexive smile again at the thought of him seeing her. A hot stranger like this? God what a turn on.
"Then what?" He smiled.
Camilla suddenly felt wicked. "I thought you were creative." She smirked wickedly.
"Oh I am." He reassured. "But I want to hear you say it. Then what? After stripping you completely naked and looking at you, then what?" His grin was uncompromisingly wicked and destroyed every ounce of her ego.
Camilla blushed and trembled. "Tease me and make me cum."
"Anything else?" He raised his chin, a slight smirk of knowing.
"Fuck me." Was all Camilla could say. She was beyond redemption and wanted all his hot heavenly glory. Her god in her house today – this lucky day.
"You're the boss." He smirked and winked.
As if. [...]
"Huhhhhh-h-h-h-h-hh!!! Awww-w-ww—wwww Please!" Camilla whimpered and gasped. Her slender hands and long fingers clenched in sensual anguish into little girl fists. Her arms spasmed at her sides as she tried to remain still and behave herself. Half forgetting the world then the stark reality of standing almost naked at her living room window shocking her back to conscious shame.
The tingles were so deep. [...]
"Pull your panties down right here by the window." He grinned. She realised he wasn't going to stop torturing her. It was only going to get worse and she needed the worst as soon as possible. [...]
Time dilated and in slow motion she watched in horror as his hand drifted to the doorknob and with a single click it opened. The outside breeze felt like a howling gale as the door swung ajar to the wall and the bright, bright daylight flooded in over her bare body. She felt a firm push on her lower back and her feet skidded against the floor as she attempted to brace herself against the inevitable. Camilla drew in her biggest gasp with her gaping mouth and eyes wide with shock – now completely naked right on her doorstep. [...]
"Camilla – I want to have a good look at you naked now. I want you to dance and waltz for me. Right here in the lawn, in front of all these people on their way to see you." The god looked in the other direction. Camilla didn't realise people were coming up both sides of the street. [...]
The car gently drove off, the driver staring from his car window, and two more cars followed from the same direction – stopping and honking as another car honked from behind. All Camilla could do was keep dancing, swaying, waving her bare body and twirling – but she was getting dizzy with the thrill and shame and almost tumbled over as she attempted to turn her body one last time. The god caught her before she fell. She was drunk with adrenaline and embarrassment – and half dead with the constant edge of deep orgasm. [...]
"Oh God please take me back inside. I'm so ashamed. I'm so horny."
"But you're enjoying it more than anything aren't you?" The god smiled.
"Yes." She drooled lazily, her mind a blur of shame and anguish as the fires of orgasm filled her pelvis with torment, her nipples felt as if they were being electrocuted. Her entire body was shocked by waves of tingles and the cheers only caused her heart to race even faster. [...]