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Sage L. Morgan
Billionaire's Boy Toy (Gay MMF threesome)
Billionaire's Boy Toy (Gay MMF threesome)
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James is surprised when Mr. Dunham, the billionaire he's been hired to nurse back to health, is suddenly well and coming onto him. Things get hot in the bedroom when they explore the boundaries of their nurse-patient dynamic, and even hotter when Mrs. Dunham catches them in the act.
Warning: Contains language and sex. Intended for readers above 18 years of age.
Excerpt:
“God, you take such good care of me,” Mr. Dunham said. He took the glass from my shaking hands. The muscles of his neck pulled taut as he drank. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at his bobbing Adam’s apple, imagining how his skin would taste against my mouth. He sighed contentedly when the glass was empty, leaving his lips slightly pink and wet. When he smiled, I realized that I had been staring at his mouth a little too intensely, and jerked my gaze toward the window.
I heard Mr. Dunham patting the bed. “Why don’t you sit down here beside me?”
Huh? My head spun a little. I felt my mouth gaping open. Mr. Dunham raised his eyebrows and lifted the edge of the comforter off the bed. “Please, James?”
I felt a tingle in the base of my spine. I had heard Mr. Dunham say “please” about a million times, but this time was a little different. His voice had dropped throatily in the beginning, and I could hear the solid way his tongue shaped the consonants of his words. Please, James?
Well, since he said please…
Approx. word count: 3,000. SHORT STORY
Warning: Contains language and sex. Intended for readers above 18 years of age.
Excerpt:
“God, you take such good care of me,” Mr. Dunham said. He took the glass from my shaking hands. The muscles of his neck pulled taut as he drank. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at his bobbing Adam’s apple, imagining how his skin would taste against my mouth. He sighed contentedly when the glass was empty, leaving his lips slightly pink and wet. When he smiled, I realized that I had been staring at his mouth a little too intensely, and jerked my gaze toward the window.
I heard Mr. Dunham patting the bed. “Why don’t you sit down here beside me?”
Huh? My head spun a little. I felt my mouth gaping open. Mr. Dunham raised his eyebrows and lifted the edge of the comforter off the bed. “Please, James?”
I felt a tingle in the base of my spine. I had heard Mr. Dunham say “please” about a million times, but this time was a little different. His voice had dropped throatily in the beginning, and I could hear the solid way his tongue shaped the consonants of his words. Please, James?
Well, since he said please…
Approx. word count: 3,000. SHORT STORY
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