Novel & Cerita Billionaire Sex Stories

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.”

Two women entered, their voices carrying over the sound of running water. "Did you see him? He is actually here." My ears perked up. "The billionaire? Sarah said he's incredible in bed." "New money, but who cares? He saved three companies from bankruptcy last month." I pressed closer to the stall door, holding my breath. "Complete womanizer though. Different woman every week." "As long as he's generous with his spending, I don't mind sharing." They giggled, and I felt something electric run through me. A wealthy man with a reputation for quick meetings and generous spending?

"You have ten minutes. I don't take every case. Particularly those that arrive tied up in ribbon and scandal. His living room was austere—bookshelves, a heavy coffee table, and framed newspaper articles about vintage cases. I sat on the corner of a leather armchair, already loaded with the burden of my own tale. "Sounds like somebody's trying to intimidate me," I started. "And sounds like a woman named Vanessa Ward went missing because of it." He didn't flinch. "You're covering the Whitmore wedding?" I nodded. "You've heard of them." "Everyone's heard of them. Most don't live long enough to speak about it." I took the message out of my bag, the number written on it. "I received this two nigh

So I looked for and hired only the women interested, and got them to dance…and choose to fuck if they wanted to in my elite sex club. Making a way for the elite of the country to indulge in their most depraved ideas and fantasies made me a billionaire at twenty-five, off my own income aside from the one my father generated. The only curse was that I had to stomach the sound of moans, grunts, and screams coming from one part of the club while some couples indulged in threesomes, foursomes, and some just ventured into voyeurism….But I didn’t care. I made over ten million every night. As long as consent was given, everyone could have at it.

“It says nowhere in the contract that you're responsible for me.” “First you fill my wardrobe with clothes. Now you're asking me to choose a honeymoon destination?” He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was deep and annoyingly attractive. “Darling,” he said smoothly, “you are my wife.” “So yes, I am responsible for you.” He leaned back in his chair. “I told you already. I'm doing this for my own entertainment.” My stomach twisted. “It's worth a few millions,” he added casually. “Don't feel too special.”

It was like crawling hands on my skin, which creeped me the fuck out. With a slight shiver, I turned my back to them and leaned my elbows on the huge, wide mahogany front desk. I mean, the West family was rich, rich, because who on earth had a front desk in their family estate? Even the whole building itself sprawled as far as my eyes could reach. Yeah, they were a different kind of wealthy. Which was why it made absolutely no sense for Daniel to steal my company like he did. While we were making some steady growth in my company, it was nowhere near what the Wests had built. And that meant Daniel shouldn’t lack anything.

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

Considering some stubborn newspapers and magazines had gone ahead to post a hundred to one hundred and fifty worded story, with pictures of him, and Hailey in the papers with annoying headlines like; A SNAG IN THE BILLIONAIRE WEDDING. CHASE IS BACK TO HIS PLAYBOY WAYS. Some even pursued the news with a dramatic caption, making it sound like a Hollywood series; THE NANNY AFFAIR. Others seemed to eager to publish the story, with a more dramatic, yet detailed headline; CAUGHT: CHASE DENVER FRATERNISING WITH AN UNKNOWN WOMAN IN A STORAGE ROOM. Then the online magazines and blogs had to choose the route of stupidity, by focusing on class and taste.