Naughty Boys New Adult Boxed Set

By Lola Swain

Let Michael, David, Lucien and Colin take you on a passionate ride through their uninhibited lives. Full of emotion and twists and turns, this box set contains four of Lola Swain’s best-selling books in one hot collection. Filled with steamy, dominate tension and fiery release, from heartache to happiness, Naughty Boys gives you a sexy view into the lives of these four Alpha adventurous heroes. So blow off some steam and experience the naughtiness of these bad boys you hate to love. This book is meant for mature readers. All characters are eighteen and over.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lola Swain
• Release date: Sep 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301165858

Lola Swain

Lola Swain is a best-selling author of erotica, erotic romance and mainstream fiction. Her works include the wildly popular Ties That Bind Chronicles, the To Protect And Service series, the Eight Maids A Milking Steampunk fairy tales and the Fifty Shades of Gay series. Lola Swain’s books appear digitally and in print on Amazon, Barnes and Noble,Apple and other retailers worldwide.If you would like to receive information on new releases, promotional codes for free or discounted books or to chat with Lola Swain, drop her a line at [e-mail] and sign up for her mailing list. You can also catch up with Lola Swain by visiting her blog at lolaswain.blogspot.com or on Twitter @LolaSwainAuthor.Viva La Kink!XOXO

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Naughty Boys

By Lola Swain

Copyright 2013 Lola Swain and Pulp Friction Publishing, Inc.

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen and over.

Naughty Boys is volume one of the bundled edition of four best-selling books by Lola Swain featuring some of the hottest men in fantasy, erotic romance and erotica. There’s something for everyone here and hopefully you’ll find a new something too. Check out the companion anthology: Naughty Girls Volume One here at Smashwords. Enjoy! xoxo

Naughty Boys Volume Two is in release here at Smashwords

Naughty Girls Volume Two is in release here at Smashwords

Naughty Boys Volume One includes the following titles:

Daddy’s Little Doll from the Ties That Bind Chronicles

Touchdown With Coach Dawson from The Bad Girls’ Club

Wicked Game from The Master Captive Chronicles

Fire In Her Lies from The BDSM Billionaire Erotica series

Lola Swain is a best-selling author of erotica, erotic romance and mainstream fiction. Her works include the wildly popular Ties That Bind Chronicles, the Fifty Shades of Gay series and the To Protect And Service series. Lola Swain’s books appear digitally and in print on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Apple and other retailers worldwide. To read additional books in Lola Swain’s catalog, click here for Smashwords.

If you would like to receive information on new releases, promotional codes for free or discounted books or to chat with Lola Swain, drop her a line at [e-mail] and sign up for her mailing list. You can catch up with Lola Swain by visiting her website at lolaswain.com.

Table of Contents

Daddy’s Little Doll

Touchdown With Coach Dawson

Wicked Game

Fire In Her Lies

Daddy’s Little Doll

My mother is fucking my stepbrother Billy.

She’s cheating on her husband and my stepfather, Michael. I can see her attraction to him, though.

Billy, besides being chauvinistic, opinionated and bordering on sociopathic, is hot. He’s twenty-years-old, in college studying to be a lawyer, tall, dark, handsome and an aspiring manipulative prick. Yes, I wanted him.

I remember a quote, something Agatha Christie said: Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute in the least. Women are wonderful realists. It’s true, no?

After Billy found out I saw my mother and him fucking, he came to my bedroom in the middle of the night. I woke up with his hand over my mouth and his hard body on top of mine. I went to sleep after he made me lick his cum off my sheets while he watched. What happened in between, well it left an impression.

Before he left my bedroom, he threatened me. Well, he believes it is a threat, but to me it is a promise. The hope of more from him.

Billy said if I told my stepfather Michael about him and my mother, I would get it ten times worse than he gave it to me that night. And that’s all I needed to hear.

So, I decided to tell my stepfather about Billy and my mother. I needed to find out what ten times worse with Billy felt like when what I got felt as good as it did.

At the breakfast table with my stepsister Jessica, my brother Dylan, Michael and my mother Lana, I thought about my evening with Billy.

How he whipped my ass with his leather belt. How he got behind me and rubbed his thick cock against my soaking wet pussy until we both came. How he grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed my face into the spot on my bed where he came and made me lick his sweet jizz off the bed.

The ache came back to my pussy as I was recalling the details of our tryst.

Kitten, are you feeling alright? my mother said.

Yeah, you look kind of flush, my stepsister Jessica said.

I ignored them. I didn’t want to break my concentration and lose the sweet recall of my time with Billy. I had to have him again.

The problem with Billy is he has a million girls. I don’t even know why he’s bothering to fuck with my mother. He can and does have any girl he wants. And my mother while hot, is not a nineteen-year-old sorority girl.

I looked out the window through the living room and watched Billy dive into our pool. The water glistened off his body as he swam. His bulging arms cut through the water like his belt snapped through the air as he spanked me last night.

He got out of the pool and stood in front of the window. He stared at me and pointed. I know what he was thinking: you best keep your mouth shut, Kitten or I’m gonna give it to you ten times worse. I nodded at him and smiled.

The water ran down and over the cuts and muscles across his flat, tan stomach. I dragged my eyes back up to his. He winked at me and walked away. I had to have him again.

Michael, can I talk to you alone? I said.

My brother knew what I wanted to talk to Michael about. We discussed it. He told me to keep my mouth shut too. I didn’t care what Dylan thought. I just knew I wanted Billy again. Dylan kicked me under the table. I gave him a dirty look.

Sure, Kitten, when? Michael said.

Now. I’d like to talk now, I said.

Okay, let’s go to my office, Michael said.

As I left the table, Dylan tried to grab my arm. I shook him off and kept walking. I heard my mother ask him what was going on. She sounded worried. She should.

Michael’s office is big and dark, like a cave. There is a secret wall that leads you down a stone-lined pathway into the basement. It is very gothic. The arched walls of the office are stone and thousands of books line the walls. Michael read every one. I spend a lot of time in the office. Michael encourages all of us to hang out in there and read whatever we want. Nothing is off limits to Michael. I think I’m the only one who takes him up on it.

His desk is an ornate, mahogany monstrosity...glossy and hard.

I watched him and my mother fuck on top of that desk a couple of times. She slid around and he dug his fingers deep into her legs to keep from fucking her off the top of his desk.

Michael sat in his big leather chair behind the desk and stared at me.

I think I know what this is about, Kitten, Michael said.

You do? But, how? I said.

Well, you’ve been acting sort of strange since you were with your mother and me. I understand...it’s odd for you. It’s okay. Do you want to sit up here, Kitten? Michael said and patted his desk.

No, that’s not it Michael, I said.

I walked around to the side of Michael’s desk, climbed over one of his legs and hopped up on the desk in front of him.

My legs dangled off the desk between his legs. I looked down and studied his Hawaiian-print swim trunks that exposed his bronze, muscular legs. My eyes traveled up to the bulge in his shorts.

I recalled every detail of his cock from the first and last time we were together.

On that day, I played with my pussy and Michael jacked himself off and came between my legs. We both watched my mother rub her wet cunt on the bed in front of us.

The ache in my pussy that hadn’t subsided since I sat at the breakfast table thinking of my encounter with Billy, intensified.

My eyes moved up and lingered on his flat stomach covered by a thin, white undershirt. I saw the swell of his pectoral muscles through the shirt, his nipples poking against the material. I continued up his body to his face. The shadow of a Saturday morning beard poked through his smooth, dark skin. Full, red lips concealed flawless teeth. A perfect, straight nose that would have been Michelangelo’s envy and shining blue-green eyes framed with dark lashes. He returned my stare and smiled.

That’s a very pretty nightgown, Kitten. It suits you, Michael said staring at the flimsy pink chiffon that barely covered my tits.

My pussy became wetter and I wondered if I would leave a puddle on his beautiful, imported desk.

Thank you, I said.

My face was hot and I tried my best not to blush. Michael reached out and stroked my hair and curled it around his fingers.

You have no idea how beautiful you are, Kitten, Michael said.

Here, I wanted to tell Michael that my mother cheated on him and all I could think about was shoving his cock inside my pussy and screaming for him to pound me. Self-righteousness is a tricky little fucker, isn’t it? Michael reached under my chin and brought my face up so I stared into his eyes. He winked at me and smiled.

Thank you, Michael, I said and smiled.

No thanks necessary. It’s true you know. Your beauty is even more stunning because you don’t even know you possess it. You have no clue. It’s amazing, Michael said and laughed.

I shifted on his desk and he let my chin go and ran his big hand down my arm, across my belly and rested it on my leg. He spread his legs just a bit and reached out and grabbed my calves and placed my feet on the chair between his legs.

Michael picked up my right foot and placed his thumbs into the ball of my foot and pulsed and pressed. A shiver ran up my calf and rested in the back of my thigh close to my ass. I sighed and Michael smiled.

That feels good, I said.

It’s supposed to, Kitten, Michael said and winked.

He raised my foot to his face and looked at my sparkly pink toenail polish and smiled.

Cute, he said chuckled.

He placed my big toe inside his wet, warm of his mouth and I gasped.

Michael ran his tongue around my toe and I lifted off the desk. As he sucked on my toe, short, staccato bursts of pleasure shot up my leg, hit my pussy with a bang and swirled around in my lower back. I tried to dig my fingers into the top of the desk as I leaned back slightly and he parted his full, cushiony lips and took the other four toes of my foot into his beautiful mouth.

He sucked hard on my toes and I reached under my nightgown, spread my legs further and touched my wet pussy. He looked down and watched me rub my pussy while he continued to suck my toes. His cock strained against his shorts and I wanted to make it free. Then he stopped.

Kitten, do you know what the definition of a hedonist is? he asked.

"Not the exact definition, but I know what it means," I said.

Kitten, the definition of a hedonist is someone who believes that the only thing that matters in life is pleasure and that pleasure is the only pure good in this world. We, your mother and I, are hedonists. We believe in pleasure. Now, I want you to know, if you don’t, that is perfectly okay. If you feel strange about any of this, what happened before or what’s happening now, you can tell me, Michael said as he rubbed my foot.

"I understand. But tell me, what is happening