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This story contains explicit sexual content, strong profanity, and themes intended for mature audiences only (18+). It is not suitable for minors. All characters are fictional and depicted as consenting adults. This work is a piece of erotic fiction created solely for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real persons, companies, or events is purely coincidental.
Langston PetroCorp wasn’t just a billion-dollar oil conglomerate—it was a breeding ground for corruption, legacy, and fucking dysfunction. The old man, Warren Langston, built the empire with lies and leverage, pissing on his kids from the top of his offshore rig. Ava Langston had been banished after defying her father’s plan to marry into another empire. Now she was back—hotter, meaner, and dripping with ambition. She wasn’t the family’s pretty little pawn anymore; she was a shark in Louboutin heels. Her half-brother Cole Langston—Warren’s bastard with the mistress from Midland—was CFO, stone-cold and sexy as sin. He had no love for Ava, and even less control when she strutted back in like she owned the fucking tower. The family was one signature away from collapsing, and all Ava wanted was to bring it down—with Cole under her heel.
Cole had fucked plenty of women, but none like Ava. She was chaos wrapped in cashmere, with legs he wanted to bite and a mouth that always started fights—or blowjobs. When she walked into the boardroom in that silk blouse with no bra, every cell in his cock screamed. He wanted to bend her over the quarterly reports and fuck the smug out of her. She taunted him with every look, every breathy laugh, every time she licked her lips like she knew he was watching. “You always this tense?” she asked one night, pressing against him in the hallway like a goddamn flame. He didn’t answer—he slammed her against the wall and kissed her like he was starving. Their tongues battled, her nails dug into his skin, and he knew they’d crossed the point of no return.
That first fuck was savage. She yanked off his belt and dropped to her knees, moaning with his cock in her mouth like it was the only thing she wanted. He pulled her hair, shoved deeper, made her choke and love it. When she looked up, eyes full of hunger, he nearly lost it. Then she stood, ripped open her blouse, and climbed on the boardroom table. “Come on, big shot,” she panted. “Fuck me like the empire depends on it.” He did. Hard. Without mercy. He fucked her until her mascara ran and she was screaming his name like a confession.
They couldn’t stop. They didn’t want to. They fucked in the elevator, the CEO’s bathroom, and once on Warren Langston’s desk while he lay in a hospital bed. Ava was insatiable—bent over spreadsheets, straddling him during conference calls, begging for more even while trying to dethrone him. She liked it rough—hair pulled, ass smacked, pinned against glass with the city watching. “Harder,” she whispered with every thrust. “You fuck me like you hate me.” And maybe he did. But that made it better. She came like she was cursing God, and he worshipped every sound.
By day, they fought in meetings; by night, they fucked like rabid animals. Their dynamic was toxic, erotic, and completely fucking addictive. Shareholders sensed something was off. The energy in the office buzzed like a live wire. One VP joked, “You two need to fuck or fight—pick one.” If he only knew. Every orgasm was a power grab. Every slap of skin was a boardroom vote. She fucked him for control. He fucked her for dominance. Neither of them was winning. But both were obsessed.
Cole was a bastard, but he was brilliant. Ava was a bitch, but she was bold. Together, they were unstoppable—and completely unhinged. They leaked fake memos to manipulate stock, then celebrated by fucking in the data center while the servers whirred. “We’re too fucked-up for each other,” Cole muttered as she rode him, naked but for her Rolex. “No such thing,” she moaned, clenching tighter. “I want every part of your dirty fucking soul.” And she had it. Every dark, dangerous, damaged inch of him.
They tried to hide it. They failed. Someone leaked a sex tape—a grainy night vision clip of Cole fucking Ava against the glass wall of the 50th-floor lounge. Her heels were still on. He was gripping her throat. The internet lost its mind. Hashtags like #LangstonFuckfest and #OilAndOrgasm went viral overnight. The board panicked. Warren Langston nearly had a second stroke. Ava lit a cigar and laughed. “At least we’re trending.” Cole just said, “They’re lucky we didn’t livestream it.”
HR launched an internal investigation. PR tried to bury the story. But the world wanted more. Ava leaned into it—started her own column, Dirty Dynasty, detailing every juicy, exaggerated version of the family’s fall from grace. Cole refused interviews, but insiders reported that they were still fucking like animals behind closed doors. Sales spiked. Stock rose. The world loved a scandal. They became erotic royalty—part CEO, part sex gods, all chaos. Ava trademarked the phrase “Fucked into power.” It sold out on mugs.
Family dinners were fucking awkward. Warren called them “disgraceful.” Ava told him, “We’re still making more money than your last mistress.” Cole just smiled and fingered her under the table while she insulted their father. “This is insane,” the youngest cousin muttered. “It’s dynasty porn.” Ava winked. “You're welcome.” Every Langston meeting from then on felt like a sex dream and a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Eventually, Ava took over as CEO—Cole by her side, lover and partner in crime. They ruled the oil world with spreadsheets and orgasms. “We lead like we fuck,” Ava told Forbes in an interview that had to be censored. “Hard, unapologetic, and on top.” Readers devoured the scandal, adding keywords like erotic corporate affairs, billionaire taboo erotica, and office domination romance to every search engine. Romance blogs branded them the hottest fictional couple since Hades and Persephone. Cole bought the URL fucktheboard.com and redirected it to their stock page.
Now, every time someone Googles “CEO erotica,” “billionaire fuckfest,” or “dynasty family sex scandals,” Ava and Cole pop up first. Their story became a staple in the forbidden romance and billionaire erotica categories on every digital shelf. Ava’s erotic memoir, Crude Obsession, hit #1 worldwide. She wrote it between orgasms. Cole edited it after spanking her for typos. They weren’t normal. They weren’t healthy. But goddamn it, they were powerful, rich, and utterly addicted to fucking each other senseless.
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