Table of Contents
Epilogue - Ashley
Epilogue As Told By Brittney
Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Epilogue - Fiona
Description
Also by Alexis Angel
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis
Another Word From Alexis
Magnus
The New York Daily Journal
Penny
About the Author
A Note From The Author
Client 5: A Bad Boy Nex Door Dark Romance
Arsen
Ashley
Goodbye From Arsen
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Michael
A Goodbye From Lance
Another Goodbye From Alexis
Another Note From The Author
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Ethan
Brittney
Fiona Vs. Football Player
Fiona
Danny
Magnificent Mess: Penny and Magnus
Becca Vs. Biker
Becca
Dirty Daddy
A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance
Alexis Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
Contents
Description
Also by Alexis Angel
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis
Another Word From Alexis
1. Magnus
2. The New York Daily Journal
3. Penny
4. Magnus
5. Penny
6. Magnus
7. Penny
8. Magnus
9. Penny
10. The New York Daily Journal
11. Magnus
12. Penny
13. Penny
14. The New York Daily Journal
15. Magnus
16. Penny
17. Penny
18. Magnus
19. Penny
20. Magnus
21. Penny
22. Magnus
23. Penny
24. The New York Daily Journal
25. Magnus
26. Penny
27. Penny
28. Penny
29. The New York Daily Journal
30. Penny
31. Magnus
32. Penny
33. Magnus
34. Penny
35. The New York Daily Journal
36. Penny
About the Author
A Note From The Author
Client 5: A Bad Boy Nex Door Dark Romance
37. Arsen
38. Ashley
39. Ashley
40. Arsen
41. Ashley
42. Arsen
43. Ashley
44. Arsen
45. Ashley
46. Arsen
47. Ashley
48. Arsen
49. Ashley
50. Arsen
51. Ashley
52. Arsen
53. Ashley
54. Arsen
55. Ashley
56. Arsen
57. Ashley
58. Arsen
59. Ashley
60. Arsen
61. Ashley
62. Arsen
63. Ashley
64. Epilogue - Ashley
65. Goodbye From Arsen
A Note From The Author
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
66. Lance
67. New York Daily Journal
68. Jocelyn
69. Lance
70. Jocelyn
71. Jocelyn
72. Lance
73. Jocelyn
74. Lance
75. Jocelyn
76. Lance
77. Lance
78. Jocelyn
79. Lance
80. Jocelyn
81. New York Daily Journal
82. Lance
83. Jocelyn
84. New York Daily Journal
85. Lance
86. Jocelyn
87. Lance
88. New York Daily Journal
89. Jocelyn
90. Jocelyn
91. Lance
92. New York Daily Journal
93. Jocelyn
94. Lance
95. Jocelyn
96. Lance
97. Jocelyn
98. Lance
99. New York Daily Journal
100. Jocelyn
101. Lance
102. Michael
103. Jocelyn
104. New York Daily Journal
105. Jocelyn
A Goodbye From Lance
Another Goodbye From Alexis
Another Note From The Author
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
106. Ethan
107. Brittney
108. Ethan
109. Brittney
110. Ethan
111. Brittney
112. Ethan
113. Brittney
114. Ethan
115. Brittney
116. Brittney
117. Ethan
118. Brittney
119. Ethan
120. Brittney
121. Ethan
122. Brittney
123. Ethan
124. Brittney
125. Brittney
126. Ethan
127. Brittney
128. Ethan
129. Brittney
130. Ethan
131. Brittney
132. Ethan
133. Brittney
134. Ethan
135. Brittney
136. Brittney
137. Epilogue As Told By Brittney
138. Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Another Note From The Author
Fiona Vs. Football Player
139. Fiona
140. Danny
141. Fiona
142. Danny
143. Fiona
144. Danny
145. Fiona
146. Danny
147. Fiona
148. Danny
149. Fiona
150. Fiona
151. Fiona
152. Danny
153. Fiona
154. Danny
155. Fiona
156. Danny
157. Fiona
158. Epilogue - Fiona
Another Note From The Author
159. Magnificent Mess: Penny and Magnus
Another Note From The Author
Becca Vs. Biker
160. Becca
Also by Alexis Angel
Dirty Daddy
A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel
All rights reserved
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It’s Time To F*ck Your Dirty Daddy…
No man can match me. No woman has tamed me.
My billion-dollar empire makes me the most powerful man in the city. And I have a body to match. 8-pack abs. The face of a prince. The physique of a god. Money. Fame. Power.
And the 12 inches that dangle between my legs, hardening as you walk b
y.
Face it. You want me. You know you can’t resist.
And if you can walk afterwards, then we’ll do it all again till you can’t.
Touch me. Tempt me.
Tease me. Please me.
Nothing will be too much in this forbidden land of taboo delight.
Because baby, no matter how wrong it seems, with Daddy, it’ll always feel right.
**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes so hot that your lady parts will need a cold shower. HEA? You know it, babe.**
This book is dedicated to Kira Blakely
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Red & Blue
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Client 5
Jailbait
Python
12 Inches
D.I.L.F.
Co-Writing As Abby Angel
Men of the House
Woman of the House
Co-Writing As Dark Angel
The Virgin Market
Dirty Lil’ Angels
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A Note From Alexis
Well hello there, ladies!
Let me first begin by introducing myself. My name is Alexis Angel. I write steamy contemporary romance. Steamy is another word, I guess, for dirty. And dirty is another word for fun! In fact, the dirtier the better because at heart I’m just a bad girl looking to have some fun.
Having fun is why I do this. And, I’m just having fun in the next few hundred pages, doing what I do with a wink and a nod. It’s supposed to bring out some emotions and give you a chance to forget about your cares for a little bit. That’s all I’m looking to do.
Some people want realism in their books. I say reality is too depressing. So you might see certain things as over the top or ridiculous in terms of never being realistically possible. Yeah, I agree. You’re coming into the world of Alexis by turning the page. Into a world where you have twin stepbrother quarterbacks with 12 inch …uhmm…appendages… that fall in love with their stepsister, where you have dragons who shift into billionaire BDSM rock stars, and so on. Anyways, I think reality should take a second place to fun.
So I just wanted to say that, in case you know, you were hoping for like super real. The men and women in the pages below represent the best, and worst, of all of us as a collective whole. This is all about leaving your cares for the world behind, as we hold hands, and just for a little while go on a journey that makes us smile. And hopefully a lil’ wetter than before.
Kisses!
Alexis xoxox
Another Word From Alexis
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Love!
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1
Magnus
"Oh baby," Mandy moans lewdly as the sound of my thighs slapping against her ass fills the air.
It’s a fucking great sound. If you were here, you’d be touching yourself at the sight of us.
You’d want to join in once you saw my gorgeous fucking body fucking her. You wouldn’t mind sharing. You wouldn’t care. You’d lick my cock with whoever else just to get at my cock.
Pretty arrogant and confident right off the bat, aren’t I?
Pleasure to meet you. I’m Magnus Davion.
But let’s get back to Mandy and the ungodly things I’m doing to her.
I can hear the lewd sucking sounds as my cock plunges in and out of her pussy. I can smell her fucking juices as her scent permeates the air.
Her wetness is smeared across her thighs. Her pussy is spasming around my thick cock and I grunt in pleasure at the feelings that are going through me. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, baby," she adds one last command as she turns her head back to me to look at my monster pole piercing her.
But wait, who the fuck does this bitch think she is, giving me fucking orders? I'm Magnus fucking Davion, the 15th richest man in the whole fucking world, if you read Forbes Magazine. I just bought a fucking NFL team—the New York Nailers—from the previous owner, Apollo Kane.
That’s right. If he sounds familiar to you it’s because he’s fucking famous now. Alexis Angel wrote his whole story and how he owns Blush Magazine, or whatever the fuck.
But he had to get out of the football franchise.
And I didn't mind paying $3 billion dollars for it. That kind of money is literally fucking nothing to me.
So I certainly don’t take fucking orders from anybody—but in this case, I can let it slide.
You're just getting acquainted with me, aren't you? You must think all I do all day is talk about how wealthy I am and shit. That's actually not true. I don't spend my day only bragging about how much money I have. I also spend it talking about how fucking good I look, and how much you're probably wanting to fuck me.
Oh, you think I already did that, don't you? But you have no idea, darlin’.
I’m literally a god amongst men.
That's right. You heard me fucking right. I stand taller than all the men you will ever fucking meet. No one of this world really compares to me.
I'm fucking wealthy. I'm the fucking founder and CEO of Davion Development, one of the most ruthless real estate firms in New York City.
We’re not like some private equity firm or investment bank either. Hell fucking no.
We build things. Buildings. Bridges. Dams. We get our hands dirty.
We take over abandoned places and we create gleaming skyscrapers that inspire the fucking imagination.
I'm 6' 4", built like a Greek God—with a massive chiseled chest and a rock hard 8-pack of abs. My skin is tanned to a perfect bronze and flawless. My face is chiseled and rugged. My hair is just right. My nose is royal in its cut. My chin is even fucking aristocratic looking. But aside from the handsome looks that you see on the outside, there is one very fucking large reason that you want me to fuck you.
"Oh my god, baby, I'm about to cum!" Mandy screams as I slam into her. She closes her eyes and contorts her face as it's wracked with lust. I feel her entire body shake and quiver. Her pussy clamps down around my cock. It's intense. I feel her go slightly limp as her muscles lose all voluntary control and pleasure seizes her body.
That's why. The cause of her orgasm. The rod that's pistoning into her box.
My 12-inch, thick, throbbing, pole of a cock. It swings between my legs and one taste of it and you'll be fucking begging me for more. You'll do whatever I fucking ask for another lick. Another taste. Another fuck.
My cock will make you worship it. It'll make you fucking beg and plead. And it'll make you cum like you've never, ever, fucking cum before.
"Oh my fucking god!" Mandy screams and her body writhes like that of a woman possessed.
I look down past Mandy.
I may have forgotten to tell you where I am. I'm in the team skybox room of Nailers Arena. Today is the first day of the regular season and it's the Nailers' first game at their refurbished stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The crowd is waiting for kick-off and I was gazing at the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows i
n the skybox when Mandy Marsten, the head cheerleader for the Nailers, came to see me.
"Admiring the view?" she asked me, walking in. We hadn't talked much before, but I can fucking tell when someone's giving me the eye and she has been eye-fucking me all fucking week. But so do a lot of women, so I just go with the flow.
"Maybe I was looking in the wrong direction," I said, walking toward her.
In hindsight it seems unreal because I had just walked up to her and reached over and pulled her close. Before I knew it, the few clothes that she had on were off, and on the ground. She was sucking my cock like a fucking pro in five minutes and bending over the table looking out at the crowd through those same floor-to-ceiling windows in ten.
I gotta say though, if we had to pick any place to have sex, this would be it. This room, with its fucking plush leather couches and mahogany wood trimmings screams to have people fuck in it.
All the better when it's game day and you have 150,000 screaming fans who don't know you're about to bust a fucking nut high above their heads.
I can feel myself getting close to my own fucking orgasm. It's going to be fucking intense. Already I see Mandy begin to blink a couple of times as she comes out of the pleasure-coma that I put her into. Her chest is heaving and she's winded, with fucking sweat dripping down her back. It's a fucking beautiful sight.
But like all good things, shit has to get in the fucking way. Something has to come and fuck it all up.
I look up to see the roving camera pan the crowd. Normally, it wouldn't make too much of a difference but the fucking camera that's displaying on the Jumbotron is slowly panning over the crowd, and people are cheering when they see their faces—until it pans over to the skybox and they see that I'm fucking Mandy doggie style, straight on the Jumbotron.
That's fucking right. Its got me right there, on a 33 foot by 110 foot screen. My head is bobbing and Mandy’s face is grimacing.
At first, people don't know what to fucking make of it. I mean, this has got to be the largest porno viewing in the history of the fucking world.