Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
But suddenly her eyes flew open and a different kind of “oh!” came out.
Because we didn’t use protection.
Of course not.
I wasn’t planning on it, and the one-second ejaculation took me by surprise.
The girl struggles beneath me, but it’s futile. She’s skewered on my shaft, insides spread wide and open even as that sweet body pulses some more.
“Oh!” is her panicked cry. “Oh god, Evan!”
Obligingly, I pull out. My cock isn’t finished pumping yet, there’s cum dribbling from my dick, her pussy a mess of white cream and faint streaks of red.
But Maggie leaps into action then. Squatting on top of the bed, knees wide, she pulls her pussy lips open and jiggles her hips furiously. The sight is incredible. A beautiful woman, luscious assets on display, with my cum dripping from that just-fucked hole.
“Come out, come out!” she gasps with panic, boobies flying this way and that as a cream pie oozes nastily from her sweetest spot. “Come out!”
White liquid falls from between her legs in a long, gloopy strand, a wet spot forming on the bedspread.
But it’s futile.
It’s pointless.
Because shit, Maggie can try. Maybe she’ll even succeed in getting some of that sperm to drip. But what the female doesn’t realize is that there’s much more where it came from … and she’s getting it all.
5
Maggie
I groaned and put my head back under the hot shower spray and let it pound into my face, my scalp, and all over my body. The water was almost too hot to handle but I stood underneath and allowed it to hammer my muscles.
Because I needed it.
I needed the trip back to reality.
Oh my god.
Evan Lincoln.
I can’t believe I let a stranger touch me like that. I can’t believe I let a man take my virginity just hours after we met.
Because I let Mr. Lincoln fuck me deep.
Again and again.
Like a creaming slut, crying his name as I shattered on his pole.
God, his dick was so big, and he was so sexy. When he touched me, all I wanted to say to him was yes yes yes. Give it to me. Please. Again.
My face heated as I held my face up under the cascade of water. Thoughts swirled through my mind. The way he touched me, so commanding and masterful. The way he stroked my secret folds, getting them so wet that I dripped all over his hand.
Oh god.
How did that happen?
But it was real, for sure.
Because my pussy still felt sore from the hard pounding. My clit ached, he’d pinched it again and again before rubbing the hard nub in circles, making me moan. And shamefully, I began to drip again, right here in the shower.
What?
I’d gotten it so many times.
And yet my body wanted more?
More him, more Evan, more massive cock?
Because I’ve seen porn, and that didn’t compare. Mr. Lincoln is like a fantasy come to life, the Whitezilla that females dream of. Ten inches minimum, as thick as my wrist. When I saw it, my mouth went dry, throat closing on itself.
But it was too late, because he was in me in one swift thrust, pussy pummeled so good. I thought I was going to burst, crammed full like a stuffed turkey.
Make that an overstuffed, sloppy wet turkey.
But somehow it worked.
Because here I am now, snatch slickly wet once again, dreaming of the billionaire. And with water cascading like a fountain, my hands slipped between my legs and I touched myself experimentally.
Just to see.
But then a giant glob of cum slid down my thigh.
A gasp escaped my lips.
Oh god! Because we didn’t use any kind of protection. He promised me. Mr. Lincoln made that part of our deal, an ironclad part of the contract. So what the hell was going on?
Because he came in me bareback the first time.
The second and third times too.
And the fourth and fifth as well.
As a result, I’m dripping with hot spunk now. It doesn’t matter how many weird dances I do, trying to shake it out. There’s too much, and I’m a nubile fertile, eighteen-year-old.
Oh shit!
I have to talk to him about this.
It’s an absolute no go, it can’t happen again.
But it felt so good too. It was so amazing to have Evan spurt his hot seed deep inside.
Raw.
Intimate.
Perfect.
Because last night was the best night of my life ever. Not just because I lost my virginity to a charismatic alpha billionaire, but because of everything. The food. The conversation. Waking up in Evan’s arms just after I orgasmed, disoriented and confused.
My lids had fluttered open before meeting that intense blue.
“You passed out,” he’d growled. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I should have known. My cock’s too much for virgin pussy.”
I couldn’t answer at first, lying there shocked and unmoving.
The billionaire stirred again, pressing another soft kiss to my lips.