Unprotected: A Cinderella Secret Baby Romance (69th St. Bad Boys Book 4)

by Cassandra Dee

  “Oh god, Evan!” she panted breathlessly. “Oh, it feels so good!”

  With that, it was on. In long strides, I was into my bedroom, dumping the girl onto the massive king size.

  “Oh!” she squealed, curves flying this way and that. “Oh!”

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” was my low growl. “Get naked. Now.”

  And Maggie took me by surprise. Because I thought she’d be a librarian with grey granny panties and serviceable stockings, the cloth thin and worn. But instead, that caramel gaze held me, staring into the depths. And never dropping eye contact, the female slowly reached behind to pull the zipper of her dress down.

  Because she was nude underneath.

  Naked as the day she was born, pink curves flushed and lovely, like Venus rising from the sea.

  Oh shit, oh shit.

  What slut doesn’t wear panties?

  What whore asks for it the first time?

  Because her tits gleamed from my saliva, perky and taut.

  But it was her cunt that did me in. That sweet snatch glistened wetly, leaking hot juice from her innermost parts.

  “Yes Evan,” she purred throatily, chocolate eyes fixed to mine. “Come get it big boy.”

  And what man could resist an invitation like that? In a flash, I knelt before her, head moving between those wide thighs.

  “Aw fuck baby,” was all I could manage. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”

  Because the cunt smell was overpowering. It rose like a heady aroma, filling my nostrils, making me dizzy with lust. And I dove in head first, lapping at those wet folds, pulling her labia between my teeth to make her squeal.

  “Unnh!” came that delighted shriek. “Oh oh!”

  But that wasn’t enough. I ran my tongue in circles around her clit, alternately sucking and licking the hard nub, tasting her insides.

  “Oh!” Maggie screamed again, thighs dropping wider to give me better access. Oh shit, a stream of juice trickled down my throat then, the pussy cream so copious and hot. “Oh!” came her helpless cry again as she tossed below me. “Oh god, Evan!”

  And shit, but I was lost. I’ve fucked dozens, even hundreds of women. I’ve been inside so much snatch that it’s nothing new. I can hold out for hours without coming. Days even.

  But it was all different now. Because tasting that sweet vag nectar, her pussy so responsive and tight, drove me over the edge.

  “I need you, sweet thing,” came my hoarse rasp, head flicking up to catch her eyes. “I need you now.”

  The girl didn’t even hesitate.

  “Yes, Mr. Lincoln,” she gasped, holding her folds wide so that I could see inside, those pulsing walls ruby red and streaming with fluid. “Yes, now.”

  And in a flash, it was out. I like to give my girls some prep, I like them to visually inspect me first, even take me into their mouths before feeling me in their puss.

  But there was no time with Maggie. Because I needed this female so bad that there was simply no more waiting. I brushed my tip against her hole quickly, already beginning to surge.

  “I’m sorry honey,” was my strangled growl. “It’s fucking coming.”

  And the shove of my hips was brutal for sure. She was small, and I’m a monster, the kind of Whitezilla that makes chicks cry. Maggie’s eyes flew open in surprise, curvy body jerking beneath me, a choked scream on her lips.

  Because shit, she was a virgin.

  But Maggie didn’t tell me, I swear.

  My big dick punched through tissue that was unexpectedly there, the virginal proof of her innocence.

  What the fuck?

  What the fucking fuck?

  Don’t all girls lose it by fourteen these days?

  I cradled her face in my hands, breathing labored, dick twitching between those sweet, tight walls.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” I rasped. “Why didn’t you say something?”

  Her lids closed, tears brimming beneath the lashes.

  Oh shit. Shit shit shit. I didn’t mean for this to happen.

  “Why?” I rasped again. “Why didn’t you say something?”

  And finally, Maggie’s eyes flicker open, the brown swells enough to pull me beneath the waves.

  “Because,” she says on a choked whisper. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.”

  The answer left me thunderstruck. What the hell? What guy wouldn’t give his right arm for a virgin? Especially one as sweet, hot and tight as my little girl right here.

  “You’re wrong,” is my raspy reply. “But sweetheart, I can’t talk now. Because … oh SHIT!”

  And it happened. The squeeze of that tiny cunt, the realization that Maggie was an innocent, threw me into overload. And after one thrust, I began to come. Holy shit! This has never happened before. Not in thirty years of fucking women have I released so soon.

  But climax rolled through my body then, an unstoppable earthquake.

  “FUCK!” was my ragged roar. “Shit shit shit!”

  Because wave after wave of hot sperm blasted into her cunt, filling that sweet pussy with virile male seed.

  “Fuck!” I grunted again, trying to control it. My abs strained, even as my thighs clenched. But it was impossible. My balls were bent on unloading into the innocent female, and they pulsed mightily, dick shooting lash after lash of baby batter into that tight, fertile snatch.

  But Maggie’s was into it too. Sure, it was her first time tasting dick, but the female took it like a pro. And with a whine and a twist of that curvy body, she started coming too.

  “Oh!” was her helpless cry. “Oh Mr. Lincoln, yes!”

  And her pussy milked me hard, rhythmic contractions pulsing around my pole, squeezing every last drop of seed out.

  “Ohhhhh!” ccame that sweet moan, eyes shut as her body got its first serving of massive male cock. “Ohhh!”

  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 so more where it came from … and she’s getting it all.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  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 absolutely 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.

  “Are you all right?” he rumbled, concern in those blue eyes now. I must have looked so confused and out of it.

  “Yes,” I murmured tentatively, eyes blinking slowly. “Yes, I think I’m alright.”

  “Good,” was his curt word. “Because I want to do this.”

  And without losing a moment, he bent his head and licked my slit, trailing that tongue over my soft folds. Oh god. It felt so good, sizzles already beginning to burn within.

  The big man smirked.

  “To make it feel better,” he grunted. “For you, sweetheart.”

  If I was dizzy before, then I fell off the earth from the unfamiliar sensations of intense pleasure then. Because I’ve never been with a man before, and being with Mr. Lincoln is like going from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. I went from beginner to experienced, hopping dozens of levels with the billionaire leading the way.

  He knows no mercy. He gives no quarter.

  And I took that cock flat on my back.

  Between my lips.

  On my hands and knees, big ass in the air.

  And oh god, but on my side, his leg bent over mine. On my other side, one giant hand squeezing my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while making me scream.

  And my favorite.

  When I was so exhausted, sleep clouding my mind, the billionaire did it again. That’s right. I was in a daze, already floating away to Never Never Land, only to be woken by giant dick easing into my swollen snatch.

  And it never felt so good.

  My creamy twat sucked him in, eager for more. My limp body sprang to life, opening for him, welcoming that massive fuckshaft.

  Because I’ve seen porn.

  I’ve played with a few toys here and there.

  But no one ever said it was like this.

  No one ever said belonging to a man was so incredible.

  And Mr. Lincoln has taken over everything, my mind and body completely his.

  But curiously, he was unaffected.

  “Tomorrow night, we'll do dinner with my parents,” he said, dropping a light kiss on my lips. “They're expecting us.”

  So soon?

  I jolted up, startled.

  But Mr. Lincoln shrugged.

  “Might as well get this ball rolling,” he growled. “The sooner you meet Henry and Evelyn, the sooner we can get this underway. You free tomorrow night?” he asked.

  And what else could I say?

  “Okay.”

  It was part of the deal after all.

  He’s Evan Lincoln of the billionaire Lincolns.

  I’m no one, a lowly sales associate at a pet store.

  An employee, getting paid a handsome sum to help him carry out his plan.

  So what could I do? What could I say.

  Mr. Lincoln’s a businessman and wanted to get this ball rolling.

  Yes was the only answer.

  I only hope that I don’t get hurt. I only hope that twenty thousand is enough for whatever comes next … because nothing is perfect, and something tells me that my heart and body are on the line.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Evan

  I couldn't stop thinking about Maggie.

  Last night, she blew my expectations out of the water. Yes, the female was innocent and her virgin pussy had been tight beyond belief. But more than that, the female was so responsive, moving her body instinctively when I touched her. She moaned for it. Begged me to fuck her. Clamped down tight on my dick just right.

  Damn. I adjusted myself and shoved away from the desk to stand at my Manhattan office window. It was amazing as usual, tiny figures walking below, the Freedom Tower soaring and majestic to my right.

  But I didn’t see it, eyes blank.

  Because I was thinking only of Maggie.

  How sweet and innocent she was while she was taking my thick pole. The breathy gasps, uttering my name. The way she settled into my arms like a sweet doe afterwards. Me and only me. I could easily get addicted to this shit.

  But my dad’s voice rang in my head unwanted.

  Drop this one, son! She's gonna put your balls in a vise.

  And there was some truth to that. I understand that Henry was a big man-whore back in the day. Screwing everything and anything that wore a skirt. He only settled down with my mom because he got a hernia in his back.

  So stupid.

  It took a slipped disk to put my old man on the sidelines. Otherwise, old Henry would probably still be going at it now, an aging tomcat stalking sweet little kittens.

  Fucking gross.

  When I was a kid he used to give me advice about women that made me cringe. Then and now.

  But there’s no way to shut the old man up. So in one ear, and out the other.

  New York hurried along thirty stories below, yellow cabs and black cars, a gazillion lives bent on finding the next great thing.

  People rushing along the pavement.

  But hell, I needed to live my life t
oo.

  And the thing I wanted was to see Maggie.

  This wasn’t right. I had work to do. Billions of dollars in deals, papers lying on my desk.

  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 thin piece of lace and tore it right off, leaving her cunt bare underneath.

  Right here in broad daylight.