Billionaire Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"This is genuinely unbelievable! If I become your mistress, then what? You don't even know me!" Zoe said. "You should've thought about it twice before sexually harassing me at the club!" "We both know that was a mistake," Zoe continued to argue. "No one is going to believe that! Girl molests a young billionaire at the club! Billionaire arrests young girl for sexually harassing him at the club because she is owing to several debts and needs a job. There are several ways the headline could go, but none of these hungry journalists will pick your story of mistakenly touching my dick over mine!"

"Yes, but I had Donna on my side, she found previous girlfriends, and spoke to her previous bosses, between that, and what my lawyer pulled out of her, it was settled out of court." "You paid her." "Yes." "Why?" "I have money, I did pay more attention to my writing than her, so I figured I did owe her." "That's bullshit," Addie said. "Maybe, and Donna would agree with you, but I felt better for it." She opened one eye to look at Addie. "You?" "Me what?" Addie tried to avoid the question. "Why are you single?" Blake asked. "Or is it the whole water hole incident, did it scar you for life?"

He's the champion of the underdog. At twenty-three he became a venture capitalist, funding the tech projects of his closest friends named PJ Payne, Khaleel Malik and Sebastian Horan, from the genius clan of Puissance League which soared to a great success, making Ben Styles a few hundred million wealthier. Imagine that! Ben Styles, a simple name but a very powerful businessman. Latest cover of Enquirer: The world's most favorite playboy reveals how many women he slept with. Why isn't he interested in marriage? And how he became the world's hottest bachelor?

She doesn't know how wealthy he is but for the fact that his guard was pleading for his life some minutes ago from him, she is sure that he is super wealthy. Yamileth's mind drifts back to the sex they had on the beach. She loves his touch, his kisses, his romance and everything about him. Even though they had sex on the beach and not on the bed, he still knows how to handles a woman and gives her the premium treatment that she deserves. Yamileth wonders how he knows what a woman wants and how to be treated when she recalls that he told her he is a sex addict. She is curious and wants to know what led to that and how often he really do have sex.

he asked. "I said that I had a miscarriage before, and what he saw was not his child," I replied. "So, it was right that I introduced myself as your husband because he would think that Agatha is our daughter. It was right that I did that," he said while nodding. "Duh? He's a millionaire now, and I don't think your pretending will be safe," I answered him. He laughed and shook his head before speaking, so I frowned at him. "He's just a millionaire," he said, as if hearing it from me was an insult to him.

Despite my attempts to comprehend Barra's proposition, the idea of teaching a billionaire the art of seduction remained a perplexing puzzle. Why would a billionaire need such lessons? Wouldn't they typically hire professionals for such matters? Images of billionaires, both from real life and fiction, flashed through my mind. In novels, billionaires were often depicted as attractive, towering figures of wealth. If that's the type Barra was referring to, well, it might not be such a bad idea after all. Who am I kidding? That was wishful thinking. In reality, billionaires were often older, appearing worn-out and stressed. The likelihood of encountering a young, handsome billionaire was slim, ma

Beverly told me. I scoffed. She wasn't joking. I just realised that I had an intercourse with a gold digger. "You must be out of your senses," I replied. I leaned backwards and rested my back and head on the chair. "I am not," she responded and moved closer. "You have to." I grabbed my chair and tightened my grip on it. "Why wouldn't you marry me when I'm pregnant for you?" Berverly asked me. "I am not a preacher of polygamy," I replied without blinking. "Polygamy is not my thing."

Did he really want to pay ten billion for a common penthouse? I knew Tristian Ravenford. He was capable of doing anything for the people he cared for, and since I had fallen into that line, there was no going back for me. Ten billion was too much for a penthouse but did that matter to the six foot billionaire I had an affair with years ago? No, it didn't. I stepped out of my car, locking it. Taking a deep breath, I acknowledged the fact that Tristian Ravenford was here, and he was here to stay.

Not only did she experience the best sex of her life, but she also slept with a billionaire! . . . END

Just wow. “Yep! Unbelievable, isn’t he? We had a nice threesome. I love my sex life.” “Indeed you have a very active sexual life. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No. But a serious and hot-looking billionaire courted me. He’s a relative of Bill Gates.” “Damn! You got to be slaying and seducing men as casually as walking, Francine!” “Yeah, but I want a man like your Denver. A loyal dog who likes doggy style.”