Profit & Lace Read Online Abby Angel, Alexis Angel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,

Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)

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Profit & Lace: A Dark MMF Romance

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Abby Angel

Alexis Angel

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She's like an angel. That we'll take turns defiling.
Both Carter Blake and I have been married to her stepmother in the past. Both marriages ended in failure. But now, the stepdaughter, Eliza, is in our sights. She's young. Headstrong. Thinks she knows the world. Figures she's seen it all. She believes she can handle us.
She has no idea what she's in for.
First, we're going to train her. When we tell her to get on her knees, she's going to want to do it. When we touch her, she'll sigh. Tease her, she'll moan.
Please her, and she'll explode.
There's forces stopping us, but if we can get past them, then the three of us will be unstoppable. Because there's only one thing better than a whole foot of man meat inside of you.
Two feet.
Full-length scorching romance with scenes of MF, MM, MFM, and MMF. No cliffhangers or cheating. HEA? You got it.
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Chapter One


"You're a feisty fucking one, aren't you?" I smile.

Without answering, she bats her eyelashes and tugs the zipper of my pants down in one quick movement. The force of it makes my cock twitch.

There's a shrill metallic zing, and before I know it, her hand is on my cock. The suddenness of it all makes me fucking hard.

"What's your name, kitten?" I ask, running my fingers through her wavy auburn hair. Although I'm not sure why I even asked. Let's face it; I don't give a fuck about her name. I won't remember it.

Tomorrow she'll be just another face. Interns are all the same—young, and eager to please, and I see a perfect pair of tits and ass in front of me that I plan on fucking faster than you can read this page.

"Mandy," she replies, "My name is Mandy. Mandy Johnson.”

Well Mandy Johnson can spend some time stroking my fucking johnson. She pulls down my boxer briefs, and as soon as she does, my cock springs free and slaps her across the face. It takes her by surprise, and I don't blame her.

This 12-inch pussy-pleasing fuck stick is a lot to take in.

Go ahead. Take a good, long look.

Don't be shy.

Impressed? I thought so. I'm the entire package—8-pack abs, blue eyes hotter than a bolt of lightning, and a chiseled physique—and not just the regular oh my god he’s so ripped kind of chiseled. No. I make most of the fucking guys on romance novels on your e-reader look fucking obese I’m so fucking cut. Naughty Angel Publishing wanted me on their covers but I said hell no.

Let’s not forget my money. More fucking wealth than most people know what to do with.

You’re either intrigued or you’re rolling your eyes. Thinking you heard this all before. You seen this all before.

I got just one thing to say.

I’m just getting started, darlin'.

While Mandy's on her knees, I reach down and work my fingers through her hair some more. The smell of her shampoo fills the space between us like a bouquet of roses. Once I have a fistful of her hair in my hand, I yank her head back.

"You want this, don't you kitten?"

"More than you know, Mr. Stackford," she purrs.

"Tell me how much you want my cock."

I want to hear those words spill off her lips, but instead of answering, she gives me a wicked smile and opens her mouth wide.

Fuck. That's the only answer I need.

I watch as she parts those moist, red lips of hers, and as soon as she does, I grab my cock and bounce the tip against her tongue. She grabs it and guides it into her mouth, taking me in until I feel my cock press against the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck, that's it," I moan. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

She works my cock, increasing her pace, and then reaches for my balls, tugging on them in between her delicate fingers. My cock looks massive against her small hand, and that just makes me harder.

Her tits are spilling out of her low-cut shirt and I slide my hands over those two perfect scoops, pinching her nipples in between my fingers. She's moaning and working my cock faster now, but I pull it out of her mouth with a wet popping sound.

"Bend over," I say, pointing to my desk.

She complies, and I lift up her skirt.

The phone on my desk is ringing, but I ignore it. Whoever it is that needs me right now can wait. I have more important things to attend to right now.

Being the founder of Stackford Capital, a high-risk brokerage firm on Wall Street, has its perks—namely that I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want … and I do it well.

I've made this firm, and the people in it, so much money we could wallpaper your house in hundred dollar bills without blinking an eye, if you wanted us to.

“I want you inside of me," Mandy moans, looking back at me. I grin and press my hand against her wet pussy, and then yank down her thong.

She's gripping the edge of my desk in both hands. I can almost feel her anticipation building.

I push a finger inside of her pussy, sliding it all the way in, hitting her G-spot.

She's moaning and rocking her ass back and forth, inviting me in.

I grin, and with a forceful thrust, I push my cock inside of Mandy.

"Deeper," she moans, lifting one leg on top of the desk, giving me unrestricted access.

"Be careful what you wish for," I smile, and thrust into her so deep her toes curl.

"Yes, oh yes," she purrs.

"Fuck," I moan, as I feel my muscles begin to tense under the hot wave of desire coursing through my entire body. Any minute now, I'm going to explode.