BABYSITTING THE BAD BOY BILLIONAIRE

Madison Harper needed money badly. So when the agency offered $5,000 a week to “babysit” eight-year-old Liam Cunningham for the summer, she didn’t hesitate. She definitely didn’t expect the boy’s father to be Hunter Cunningham — the 29-year-old Wall Street wolf who’d just been crowned Forbes’ Sexiest CEO Alive. Only for him to open the door shirtless, sweat glistening on abs that belonged on a Times Square billboard, grey sweatpants hanging criminal-low. “You're Madison, right?” His voice was deep and sinfully hypnotising. “Liam’s asleep. You’re late.” She glanced at her phone—9:02 PM. “I got stuck in bridge traffic—” “No excuses,” he cut in, stepping aside so she could enter his Multi-million Hamptons mansion. “The rules: door locks at nine. You break curfew, you get punished. Same rules I give my son,” he said, eyeing her. Madison swallowed hard, starting to have second thoughts. His eyes raked over her tiny denim shorts and cropped college tee, as if he were already deciding to do something sinister to her. Liam was sleeping upstairs. Downstairs, Hunter poured two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon and handed her one. “Drink. You’ll need it.” She hesitated but took it from him when he shot a glance at her and gulped it down. The whiskey burned. So was his stare. But she endured it for the sake of the job. “Tell me, Madison,” he said, circling her like a shark. “How old are you?” “Twenty-one,” she answered. “Perfect.” He set his glass down, caged her against the fridge with one arm. “Old enough for me to do this ."Saying that, his mouth crashed into hers before she could say anything; she was caught off guard. He grabbed her by the hair, making her head spin. She tried pushing him with her hands, but he was too strong. He pried her mouth open with his tongue, deepening the kiss. She moaned against his mouth, arousing Hunter even more. He grabbed her cropped tee and ripped it open. Her round, juicy t**s spilt out of the cloth; the sweet pink n*****s of her t**s peeked out, giving a hint of the softness that she was hiding under the cloth. Hunter's lips dried in thirst. His tongue came out to lick the dryness off, but he knew that the thirst that she had ignited in him could only be quenched by sucking on her n*****s until they were sore to the touch of his tongue. When he took those round boobs in his hands and chewed them until he could see the tears of pleasure dripping down Madison's cheeks, he felt like there was still more left to explore. He crashed his lips on her mouth again and grabbed her ponytail while the other struggled to slide under her shorts. Then she came to her senses and bit his tongue. He groaned against her lips, but didn't let go of her. She kept hitting his chest, but he didn't bulge. “Naughty babysitter,” he growled, two thick fingers plunging inside her slick p*ssy. She stopped fighting and moaned in response. “You came here wet for the job?” Madison whimpered as he f*ngered her hard and fast, thumb rubbing her c**t, and her knees buckled. He held her up by the throat. “Answer me,” he growled, making Madison's heart jump. “Yes, Mr Cunningham f**k yes!” she answered, moaning. He spun her around, bent her over the kitchen counter and yanked her shorts down in one brutal tug. She felt the cold marble on her n*****s. He unbuckled his belt, clicking it open behind her. “Look at that perfect college ass,” he rasped, slapping it hard enough to make her ass red. “Been hard since you walked in, you f*cking slut.” He didn’t ease in. She felt his slick, hard, monster c**k digging between her ass cheeks. She could even feel the thickness of its veins on her soft skin. One savage thrust and he buried his d**k deep inside her. Madison screamed with pleasure into the counter. She moaned loudly when he increased the pressure of his c**k to grind down hard against her ass, forcing her butt cheeks to make space for his c**k. He gripped her hips and f****d her like he was trying to split her in half — long, punishing strokes that slammed her c**t against the counter with every thrust. She felt like she was in heaven with every thrust she got. She cried and screamed, "f**k me, daddy, I'm all yours". Hunter kept slamming into her, then hitting her ass. Then he groaned, "Yes, moan for daddy, you f*cking b*tch. The pain mixed with pleasure was driving Madison insane. The security camera was blinking red in the corner. He caught sight of it. And smirked, making him more excited. “Wave for the footage, baby. Tomorrow the whole staff watches you come on Daddy’s dick.” She shattered in her first orgasm, ripping through her so hard she saw stars. It was so f*****g hot that he could feel the wetness of every drop of c*m that was dripping out of her juicy p*ssy. He stopped and pulled out, flipped her to face him, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs were now over his shoulders. He pressed his tongue on her c**t before she could react. Licking her wet juices that were coming out of her p***y. He ate her like a starving man — sucking, biting, three fingers curling inside her until she squirted all over the counter and his face. Then he stood, shoved back in, and f****d her through two more orgasms while choking her just enough to make her vision blur. When he finally came, he pulled out and painted her t**s with thick ropes of c*m. “Uniform for the summer,” he panted, smearing it over her n*****s with his thumb. “No bra. No panties. Just your clothes and my c*m drying on you while you watch my son.” He zipped up, poured another whiskey, and walked away. Madison slid off the counter on shaky legs, c*m dripping down her stomach, p***y still clenching around nothing. She smiled through swollen lips. $5,000 a week? She’d babysit the bad boy for free.