Novels by Reen

Matt just shakes his head, finally letting a smirk break through the initial shock. He gestures toward Troy’s still-exposed, twitching length. "Do me a favor and put that monster back in your pants, Troy."Troy laughs, tucking himself back in and zipping up with a sharp metallic slide. "What's the matter, Kingston? Still think your cock is bigger than mine? You look a little intimidated."Matt snorts, leaning back. "I’ve seen the way these shawties look when I walk into a room. I don't need a ruler to know who’s got the ladies screaming louder and longer.”They trade crude, competitive dick-measuring jabs that only two men with too much money and ego can sustain.“You’re all talk, Kingston. You think because you’ve got that brooding, 'CEO of the year' look that these women are actually satisfied? They’re just starstruck. I’m the one who puts in the overtime. I’m the one they’re still texting at 3:00 AM when their boyfriends are asleep."Matt laughs dryly. "Overtime? Is that what you c

"Fuck, yeah," Troy growls, head lolling back against the headrest, hands forcing her face deeper into his crotch. "Suck it, you little slut. Take every goddamn inch. I want to feel your throat stretching."The girl’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she gags, clearly enjoying herself asTroy’s hips begin to buck, his breath hitching desperately.The veins in his neck bulge like thick cords. "Fuck, yeah," he growls, his voice a gravelly pit of pure lust. "Suck that head. Take it all. Drain me.”The pink-haired girl doesn't just use her mouth; she turns it into a goddamn performance. She wraps both hands around the base of Troy’s angry dick, pumping him in sync with her lips. Every time she slides down his length, she moans, letting rains of saliva coat the pink skin of his penis.She pulls back for a second, deciding to focus entirely on his balls, her tongue swirling around them with wet energy before she moves back up to the cap. She swirls her tongue around the flared head, t

The blacked-out Rolls Royce drives into the VIP lot like a shark entering a cove. When Matt Kingston steps out, the mid-day sun glints off his designer shades, as he adjusts the cuffs of his shirt and heads toward the lounge.He takes off his sunglasses, revealing grey eyes and the atmosphere in the outdoor section of the lounge shifts instantly like he brought a vacuum with him that sucked out all the oxygen, leaving every woman in the place gasping and snapping their heads in his direction with thirsty stares. Girls in denim bum shorts that barely cover the ass and tops with necklines plunging to their navels suddenly find interesting ways to stir their cocktails while holding intense eye contact. They’re all of them praying for a single glance from the dashing man in the bespoke suit.Near the entrance, one girl gets so caught up in the "Matt Effect" that she adjusts her breasts in her push-up bra to give him a better view, completely forgetting she’s there with her boyfriend."W

When Matt Kingston isn’t dominating a boardroom, he’s usually found on his private, half-court basketball setup tucked into the wing of his London estate. He never had delusions of joining the NBA, but he worshipped the grit of the game. It was a high-speed, physical escape where the only thing that mattered was the arc of the ball and the snap of the net. He just wanted to be a regular guy for a few days, far away from the constant buzz of his multi-million dollar firm.He sinks a final, perfect three-pointer, the ball swishing through the net with a satisfying snap. Sweat clings to his grey jersey, mapping out the hard, ripped lines of his chest and abs. He heads into the master suite for a shower, but as he passes the marble vanity, his phone starts dancing. "Crazy bitch," he mutters, not even needing to see the ID to know it was that crazy bitch from two nights ago. She’d spent the last twenty four hours blowing up his line, convinced that one night of him rearranging her in

Bill sits up, interest piqued, his eyes scanning her body with renewed greed. "Is that so?"Jessica reaches for the hem of her tight pencil skirt, hikes it up slowly, exposing the tops of her thighs and the delicate lace of her stockings.Then she says in a seductive voice, basking with the thrilling power of seeing a powerful man reduced to a shivering mess. "You've been dying to see what's under here, haven't you? Spent your afternoons throbbing your dick starving to have a glimpse, huh?" Bill’s mouth went dry. He leaned so far forward he was nearly falling off his chair. "Jessica..."She walks closer to the desk, hips swaying, her eyes locked on his. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was a reckless, and beautiful London girl, and was absolutely done with being told what her value was. She passed the guest chairs and circled his massive desk like a shark sensing a leak in a life raft. Bill’s eyes followed her, as she reached him.Bill tried to pull himself together, to rega

Jessica shoves the office door open so hard it cracks against the wall like a gunshot.Bill Muntz flinches behind his oversized mahogany desk, his stubby fingers freezing mid-bite around a jelly donut. Powdered sugar dusts the lapels of his too-tight blazer, and his piggy little eyes blink up at her like she's lost her damn mind.Oh she has.“What the flying fuck is this, Bill?” Jessica slaps her payslip down on his desk hard enough to scatter a stack of invoices. "Well, good morning to you too, Jessica.""Don't good morning me, Bill. You wanna explain this to me?"Bill sets the donut down slowly. Dabs his mouth with a napkin like he's got all the time in the world. As he leans back in his leather chair, the thing groans under his weight like it's begging for mercy then he folds his hands over the mound of his belly.“I assume you’re referring to the payroll adjustment?""Adjustment? You cut my net pay by thirty percent!" Jessica’s chest heaved under her silk blouse. "Why? Where's my