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)
And finally, the fireworks subsided, both of us breathing heavy. I must have pumped liters of sperm down there, making her drink it all. Slowly, carefully, I pulled that massive cock from her lips, the length huge and glistening as it emerged.
She coughed a little, hacking and bent over, trying to breathe.
“That’s it,” I said soothingly. “That’s it, pretty girl.”
And one small hand crept between her legs before her gaze flashed up once more.
“Mr. Lincoln,” she gasped. “We ruined this jacket. Oh my god, the store’s going to be so angry with us! What do we do?”
But that’s the beauty of being a billionaire. Because stroking one soft cheek, I leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Sweetheart, we buy it,” were my simple words. “It’s got your cunt flavor on it, and goddamn if I’m going to let another man touch that. So we buy it honey, even if all it does is hang in your closet.”
Her mouth flew open, breasts heaving. Because it was a six figure purchase, the ultimate of luxury items.
“Are you sure?” she asked, caramel pools wide. “Are you sure?”
I kissed her again, savoring the taste of those soft lips.
“Absolutely,” was my grunt. “Absolutely, pretty baby.”
Because that jacket wasn’t going to hang in Maggie’s closet. We were going to use it over and over again. After all, there was another sleeve and acres of fabric that were untouched. And I wasn’t going to stop until every inch of the thing was coated with my cum and her goo. So yeah, the fur coat was a good investment … and I couldn’t wait to get home and start playing.
7
Maggie
I took a deep breath and cursed my knees for trembling. Throwing a nervous glance behind me, there was no one there. The enormous green lawn sparkled, a stately parade of oaks lining the driveway.
Because this wasn’t just a house. This was a castle with turrets and multiple wings. All they needed was a giant drawbridge and gate instead of the two huge double doors. But Evan probably didn’t even see it like that. My man grew up in this place so to him, it was normal.
I swallowed again and locked my knees under the designer dress. It’s going to be okay, the voice in my head whispered. He’s into you, meeting his parents won’t be so bad.
But the words didn’t do much unfortunately. My fingers trailed nervously at the hem of my dress, picking at the soft material. He likes you, the voice came again. Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine. What man would buy mountains of stuff if he didn’t care?
That was true, and even the memories made me shiver. I felt like Cinderella, whisked from poverty and plunked in the middle of unspeakable riches. New lingerie, new dresses, shorts, blouses, even hats I’d probably never wear, unless it was the Kentucky Derby every day.
When I got home with all the bags, they didn’t even fit into my bedroom. I had to leave some in my tiny kitchen and living room, parcels scattered about. But that didn’t stop Mr. Lincoln.
Because sweeping packages to the side, he hauled me onto my tiny bed and took me once more. Again and again, that hot rod deep in my snatch, making me scream with pleasure.
It was so good.
So dramatic.
So exciting.
Is this normal?
Are you supposed to have non-stop sex with man? Someone that you don’t know very well?
But I feel like I’m getting to know him at light speed.
The way he talks.
The way he grins.
The way he eyes my body when he’s hungry.
Because this time, the alpha got so deep into me, I felt it all the way in my heart. His creamy seed pumped into me over and over, so much that I saw stars. Literal stars, bright flashes that sparkled before my eyes. I should have told him to wear a condom, but it slipped my mind.
Again.
This was supposed to be part of our pact.
Part of the agreement.
Twenty thousand dollars for a month as a fake fiancée.
Our bodies curved around one another.
Sex that was protected.
But that’s the thing.
It’s been unprotected every single time.
I should call him out on it.
I should scream and wail, and make like it’s a big deal.
But I don’t. Because making love with Mr. Lincoln feels so good. I love being filled by virile sperm, feeling the hot juices spurt into my insides. I love having it trickle down my thigh afterwards, a naughty, delicious reminder.
It makes me feel marked.
Special.
His property.
But I have to tell Evan to use condoms next time.
I can’t keep being careless like this.
Shaking my head, I straightened my shoulders. This wasn’t time to think about it. Right now, I had to play my role like an actress, to keep up my part of the bargain. So taking a deep breath, I looked at the massive green double doors. A knocker like a Medusa stared back at me, more than a little creepy. Was I supposed to use that to make myself known? It was heavy and intimidating. So I used my knuckles instead, giving a soft rap.