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 the urge was insistent. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, the voice echoed in my head.
And with a grunt, I grabbed my jacket and left the office, long strides eating up the distance to the elevator.
What’s the point of being the boss if you can’t play hooky sometimes?
Of course, it was eleven a.m. when I rang her doorbell, but nothing made sense in my head. I needed to see her. To breathe in the luscious female smell. To watch as her tits jiggled as my dick fucked her below.
And the girl delivered. She came to the door with a puzzled but happy smile. The over-sized t-shirt she had on was cute as hell, a picture of Minnie Mouse on the front.
Oh shit, oh shit.
She’s innocent.
The female’s got cartoon characters on her pajamas. This isn’t a female you should be fucking with. She’s too young. She can’t play this game.
But shit, those Double Ds were bare under the thin cloth, nipples hard and big in the cool morning air.
And I couldn’t resist.
My dick immediately stood up and took notice.
“What are you doing here?” the female smiled quizzically, pushing the door open. “It’s the middle of the day. I thought we weren’t meeting up until later tonight.”
“Sweet thing, get your stuff,” I ordered. “I’m taking you shopping.”
She stepped back, flabbergasted.
“But why?” she asked. “There’s no need. I have everything I need.”
That made me pause. Most women I know would be on it in an instant. Shopping? More clothes? More shoes? More jewelry? On your dime? Sign me up.
But Maggie was different. Because she hesitated again on the step, looking at me with a quizzical smile.
“I have everything,” she reiterated softly. “There’s no need.”
And I sprang into action then.
Like a barbarian, my hand slipped up one big thigh and beneath that thin nightshirt. Before she could react, it seized that tiny piece of lace and tore it right off, leaving her cunt bare underneath.
Right here in broad daylight.
No one was around, but still. We were standing on her doorstep.
The girl gasped, eyes widening even as her cunt started to pour.
“There,” I growled. “You need panties. We’re going shopping for panties and more,” I said, holding up the limp fabric with one hand.
And Maggie sprang into action then.
“I’ll be right back,” she called once she was safely in the house. “Just give me one sec.”
And with a cheeky grin, the female flashed me. That’s right, she pulled up that nightshirt and bent over, so that her steaming cunt was revealed, pink nether lips hot and luscious.
Fuck me.
This was my game.
But I was the one getting played.
Fuck this shit.
And in a flash, Maggie was back, wearing a modest floral dress. Real pretty. Natural and sweet, without any artifice.
“Ready to go?” she cooed teasingly. “Or are you busy?” she asked, eyeing the massive tent at my crotch. Because I was having second thoughts for sure. I was ready to grab this female by the hair and drag her right back into the apartment, fucking that pussy senseless in the foyer.
But no.
There was shit to buy.
Like fancy stuff, things she didn’t already have.
Because I was ready to open my wallet to spend the big gazongas.
I grabbed her wrist then, almost dragging her to the limo.
“Evan!” she squealed. “Stop, stop! I’m coming, I can walk!”
But I needed that sweet female flesh.
“Get in,” I growled, blue eyes flashing. “Now.”
And thank god, the female folded herself into the darkened space, lush assets still beckoning.
Like a trooper, I was able to keep my hands off her during the short ride.
Almost.
I squeezed a boobie now and then, running my hand into the sweet space between her thighs. But in five minutes, we pulled up to a fancy department store.
“Oh wow,” she murmured, eyes wide through the window. “I’ve never been here before.”
“Get ready, sweet thing,” was my grim reply. “Because it’s time to spend.”
And spend we did. I took her to the private women’s lounge, a place where only serious shoppers go. There were tea and cookies, but that’s not my style. Instead, I wanted to see the girl model. I wanted to see her put on anything and everything, Pretty Woman style.
And shit, but clothes look good on her. Real good.
Sundresses.
Coats.
Jackets.
Shirts.
Pants.
And lingerie. Shit, that lingerie.
“We’ll take it,” I said with a raspy growl. “All of it.”
Maggie colored.
“I don’t need it,” she protested. “Not fifty sets of bras and panties, it’s too much.”
But behind the saleslady’s back, I held up the scrap of torn lace. Oh yeah, the pink fabric dangled tantalizingly, making the female blush all over again.
“Okay,” she said quickly, cheeks flushing. “We’ll take it.”
Because of course it was necessary. I planned on ripping that shit to shreds at every opportunity. Or at least pulling it piece by piece off her curvy body, stretching the crotch obscenely to the side for total access to that steaming slit.