Sexy Just Got Rich | K D Grace

The Brit Babes are all very excited. Today, we’re celebrating the launch of our new anthology, Sexy Just Got Rich!
When the Brit Babes decided to do Billionaires, they decided it was time to look at billionaires in different shades than grey. Not all billionaires are created equal, and they don’t all look, nor act the way you’d expect.

And now you can find out for yourselves just how the Brit Babes do billionaires in their sizzling new anthology, Sexy Just Got Rich! 90,000 very sexy, very naughty, very rich words about billionaires as you’ve never seen them before. Go an, indulge in the decadence! Enjoy a bevy of billionaires the Brit Babes way.

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Sexy Just Got Rich Blurb:

Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this brand
new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

Buying the Farm Blurb:

Cassie Fielding is at her wits end trying to save the family farm from bankruptcy after her father’s illness. But when Cassie returns from university, she finds that, in spite of their financial situation, her father has hired the mysterious, Simon Dennis to help run the place. As Cassie and the new hired hand experience an unprecedented heat wave of lust, Cassie comes to suspects that her father and Simon may be in cahoots with their own plan to save the farm, and the whole scheme depends on her.

Buying the Farm Excerpt:

By the time she rounded the hill near the barn, and the cabin came into view, she was already anticipating a little self-

loving on the porch swing, a guilty pleasure she’d indulged in ever since she discovered what the surprising combination of the rocking of the swing and the stroking of that soft warm spot between her legs could lead to. She couldn’t think of a better way to unwind and get her mind off things. Her nipples were already peeking and her crotch was warming to the plan as she rounded the barn. But as the path curved between the two oak trees her great grandfather had planted, and the front of the cabin came into view, she stopped short, swallowing a yelp before it gave her away.

There in the porch swing, sat a stranger. Cassie quickly stepped back into the shadows before he could see her. Christ almighty, the stranger was very naked and very occupied, clearly having the same thing in mind she did. Before she could panic the realization hit her. This was her father’s new hired hand. Had to be. He hadn’t told her that the man was living on the farm. She stood close enough that she could make out the rise and fall of his bare chest beneath dark erect nipples set high on tightly puckered areole. Not only had her father neglected to tell her how they would pay a hired hand, but he also hadn’t bothered to tell her that said hired hand was very easy on the eyes – every exquisite inch of him. He sat with his legs open, one hand caressing an impressive erection, the other kneading weighty balls. His eyes were closed, face raised to the moonlight. The shifting of his hips gave the swing just that perfect motion that Cassie had taken advantage of ever since she discovered self-pleasure.

She blinked hard. Surely she was dreaming. But her hand had already found its way up under her skirt. It was all she could do to stifle the moan of pleasure as she wriggled two fingers into the swell of her, dipping and probing until they were slippery enough to tweak and circle her anxious clit. In the meantime her hips had instinctively taken up the gentle rock and glide motion of the swing.

The man’s efforts became more energetic as he thrust his cock faster in the fisted grip of his hand, lifting his sculpted ass off the seat with each thrust. His other hand now braced against the back of the swing to keep him from catapulting out with his pleasurings. His balls shifted atop his thighs with each bump and grind of his hips. My God, he was about to come! And she was about to stand there and watch.

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Billionaires are always a hot topic in romance, and never more so than now with 50SoG film about to be released. But not all billionaires are created equal, and they don’t all look like you’d expect. When the Brit Babes decided to do Billionaires, they decided it was time to look at billionaires in different shades than grey.

And now, the Brit Babes’ new anthology, Sexy Just Got Rich, is available for pre-order! 90,000 very sexy, very naughty, very rich words about billionaires as you’ve never seen them before. Go an, indulge in the decadence! Enjoy a bevy of billionaires with a Brit Babes slant.

Blurb

Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this brand new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

Buying the Farm Blurb:

Buying the Farm Excerpt:

When Simon came to her, she was standing with her back to the open sliding door, arms braced against the stalls they
had renovated. He wanted to breed horses – not on a grand scale, but mostly as an experiment in the beginning, a part of their plan to diversify. The planning was still in the early stages, but it was filled, like most of their plans for Fielding Farm, with exciting possibilities.

‘I’m sorry, Cassie.’ For a long time he stood silhouetted in the door, his shadow stretching out before him, merging with the gloom of the barn. Then he moved to stand behind her, slipping his arms carefully around her waist, as though he feared she might turn on him. In truth, she wasn’t sure his fears weren’t justified.

At last, she relaxed and leaned her head back against his shoulders, feeling his sigh of relief, warm and humid on the soft flesh of her neck. ‘Is any of what he said true?’

‘Some of it, yes. I wanted to buy Fielding Farm. I made your father a very generous offer, one I didn’t think he could refuse.’

‘But he did.’ Her voice was little more than a whisper.

‘Well, not exactly.’ He kissed her ear and tightened his hold just slightly, not sure what her response would be. ‘He told me he wouldn’t consider any offer until I’d worked as his hired hand for six months.’

Cassie laughed in spite of herself. ‘And then he threw in the farmer’s daughter to sweeten the deal?’

He nuzzled her neck and kissed her just below her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and she pressed back against him. ‘I think he knew all along what would happen. I think he knew that when I got to know the farmer’s daughter, I’d want it all, lock stock and barrel, and buying the farm was gonna cost me way more than I expected to pay.’ One hand moved up to cup her breast and for a long second, he seemed to have lost himself in the soft flesh of her nape and along the top of her shoulder. ‘But Christ,’ he breathed against her throat, ‘it’s worth the price.’

She huffed out a laugh, then sucked a tight breath as he gave her nipple a hard role with his thumb, and it engorged still further. ‘Blisters, bruises, broken nails, aches pains, mud and muck, shoveling shit.’ She grunted as his other hand migrated up under her dress to worry its way in between her thighs. ‘Have I forgotten anything?’

‘How about long hard days of lusting after the farmer’s daughter.’ He moaned. ‘God it’s hard to ride a tractor with a full sac and a hard-on that’s about to burst my fly. You have no idea how hard it is to keep from stopping the tractor and getting some relief. But I hold it, Cass. I hold it all because I know I get to come home and fuck the farmer’s daughter, the hired hand’s wife, at the end of the day. I know that I get to give it all to you, and you’ll take it – all of it, happily.’ He caught his breath in a tight little gasp, as his fingers parted her labia. ‘And then here you are all wet and swollen and angry, and not wearing any underwear. Christ, Cassie! What you do to me.’

She only heard about half of what he said, breathing as hard as she was, wanting as badly as she did.

‘You’re like a mare in heat, you know that?’ He said, raking her swollen clit with his thumb and pushing her legs apart with his knee. ‘Every time I’m around you, my cock takes charge, and I know you’re deep and slick and ready for me.’ He hissed between his teeth as she gave the two fingers he’d maneuvered to thrust up inside her a grip and squeeze. ‘I spend my time with my cock at half mast living for the next time I can mount my mare and empty my load.’

With a slight of hand, she hadn’t seen coming, he grabbed both of her wrists in one big fist and bound them efficiently with a soft lead-rope that hung next to the stall. Then he tied the rope to the rail. Half panicked, and more than totally aroused, she strained to look over her shoulder. ‘Simon? What are you doing?’

He bit her neck and she yelped and if it were possible became even more aware of her heavy fullness.

‘Sometimes a mare’s a bit too flighty to stand still while her stud mounts her.’ She heard the zip of his fly and then he shoved her dress up over her hips, exposing her ass to the cool air of the barn. As he fingered her open from behind, he spoke in a breathless rush. ‘Oh she wants him. She needs him so bad, but she needs a little gentle persuasion to sweeten her, to calm her just enough for her stud to service her well.’ And then he pushed into her deep and hard, forcing her up onto her tiptoes, forcing her cheek and shoulder up tight against the fresh wood of the stall, thrusting with as much rage and anger and lust as she felt. He nipped her neck again and when he spoke between thrusts, his voice was little more than a harsh whisper. ‘I may be an asshole. That may well run in the Dennis family, but I’m your asshole, Cassie, and I plan to service you well and often.’