Orgasmic Sex Stories for Adults by Jenna Ann

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Excerpt from Orgasmic Sex Stories for Adults © Copyright 2024 Jenna Ann

Chapter One

Abigail

The world was on the brink of collapse. It was going to take more than a village to bring a sense of calm to the chaos. My job, from the moment I was born, came with the responsibility of the weight of the world's problems on my shoulders.

Money wasn't an issue; I’d inherited millions from my parents when they accidentally died skiing in the Alps.

That happened when I was 18 years old. Back then, I was unable to comprehend what it meant to be a millionaire in the blink of an eye. The revenue continued to flow from various ventures. There wasn't much to be done other than sit back and watch the money roll in.

The passive income was something that I didn't have to work very hard at. The businesses generating it were being run by competent individuals in positions of power. Nobody gave me a second thought. It was only when I took an avid interest that they began to understand my need to make my parents proud of me.

It was when I turned 20 that I began to give back to the community I loved. That framework expanded to every corner of the globe. 30% of my profits went to humanitarian efforts, including building roads and schools for the impoverished.

I didn't want anybody to think I was some sort of savior. It was just my way of doing my part to make the world a better place. The shareholders didn't share the same beliefs. They called me on the carpet many times for not consulting them.

“Abigail, this is ridiculous. You can't keep doing this. There are consequences,” Kenneth Williams stated from the end of the table.

“I don't know why this should concern you. The money used is coming out of my own pocket. Why do I continually indulge this nonsense? Don't call me unless it's an emergency. You are all getting fat and happy courtesy of my genius. I took what my parents built and made it better despite your disapproval,” I stood on the other side of the table with my eyes glaring daggers at each of them.

“We understand your need to give back. The wholesome image you project by donating to charities and sacrificing your time is something that we can accept,” Kenneth spoke for the others while they nodded their compliance around the table.

“Again, I don't want to sound like a broken record, but it's really none of your business what I do with my money. The shareholders are happy. We are more profitable than we have ever been. Look at the books. It's all there, written in black and white. I know some of you are displeased but you have to realize that going legit means making some changes,” I referred to my parents playing fast and loose in an arena that was considered illegal and immoral.

“We are never going to see things the same way. I don't think you know how to listen. We are trying to be the voice of reason, but you don't seem to understand the bigger picture,” Kenneth addressed me.

“I understand more than you know. This company has blood on its hands. I'm trying my damnedest to wipe the slate clean. We have a responsibility to look after our fellow man. The dirty money has been washed clean through a variety of humanitarian efforts and charitable donations. We need to make amends. Constantly apologizing for my parents has gotten old quickly,” I said those final words before leaving without giving them the chance to grovel at my feet in servitude to the almighty dollar.

“I heard some of that. You have to know; change is hard for many people. You have spearheaded a campaign to extinguish the black mark your parents left behind. I'm proud of you,” Anthony praised while following me down the hall.

I turned to face Anthony, still steaming mad. “It's the same thing every time. These board meetings are just another way for them to slap my hands when I try to do something good with the money. It's not like I'm depriving them. They have plenty ⎯ more than most people do. That's the problem.”

“Abigail, you don't have to convince me. You're preaching to the choir,” Anthony professed with his hand twitching against the chain attached to the trucker wallet in his back pocket.

“It feels like whatever I do, it's just never enough,” I admitted, a hint of defeat in my voice.

“I remember the first time I met you, five months ago in Africa. You disbanded an illegal diamond mine. When you signed over the deed to the workers, it touched me deeply. We had dinner that first night in my room. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating,” he reminded me. But that was when I had been living selfishly, thriving on dirty money, much before I had learned the truth.

“They worked them like dogs. I was never so ashamed of my parents. Doing the right thing sometimes means stepping on a few toes. Some people didn't believe that I was up to the task, but I have proved them wrong every single time. It's exhausting,” I protested while leaning back against the mahogany wall.

“Let's do something crazy tonight. You need to get out of your head. I know just the place,” he suggested with a grazing motion of his fingers on my cheek.

He was tall, dark, and handsome. His muscular body made me crave one more touch every time I woke up next to him in the morning. He slept naked and I was constantly taking peeks under the sheet to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. The man was built like a brick house. His anatomy was impressive by any stretch of the imagination.

“I'm not sure that I would make good company. Can't we just stay in and find something to do that requires less clothing? You can't blame me. I'm still tingling from last night. Did you forget you tied me up?” I teased, hinting at why I was tired without giving away the satisfaction of telling him how good it was. “It drove me crazy, but I loved every second of it”

“I love showing you new things. Go home and take a nap. I'll come by and pick you up at seven sharp. Let me make up for not being in your life sooner. I'll arrange everything. You won't have to lift a finger. We need this, but more importantly, you need this. It's important to get out in front of the public. Let them see the real you instead of just associating you with your parents,” he convinced me with very little effort and I nodded my head in compliance.

“What’s the dress code for this evening?” I asked with a smirk.

“That's a very good question. You'll have my answer shortly. I don't want to ruin the surprise. The thing I love about you more than anything else is your curious nature. Trust me, tonight will blow your mind. Leave everything to me,” he said with his lips gliding across mine without actually touching them.

It was just one of those teasing gestures meant to turn me into a puddle of spent flesh.

Anthony made me step outside of my comfort zone. He had opened my eyes to many different facets when it came to the pleasures of sex. Sleeping naked was one of his guilty pleasures. Touching him in the middle of the night was mine.

I just couldn't help myself.

His quest to expand my horizons encountered no resistance from me. My being had lingered in deprivation for too extensive a period. He was now compensating for the lost time, guiding me towards the subtleties of letting myself go in the moment.

The very first time, he had surprised me in the shower. He had taken my hand and guided it between my legs. He’d stood behind me, whispering that I was a dirty girl. That I was bad and needed to be punished. How he’d known that I wanted to be the girl he described was anybody's guess.

He knew how to listen to what I wasn't saying.

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