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 lace 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, not flashy at all.
“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 everything 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. “Okay, 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.
But once we’d bought a truckload of stuff, it was time to play. Oh yeah, my dick couldn’t take it anymore. I’d watched Maggie disrobe countless times now, modeling a multitude of outfits. But now it was time to model one last item.
“Thanks so much,” I said to the simpering saleslady. “We can take it from here.”
The woman flashed me a knowing look. Quickly, she signaled to the other girls and they scuttled out of the salon, a couple hiding smiles behind their hands.
“I’ll call if I need anything else,” I growled, not looking their way. Code for “Do not disturb because I’m fucking my woman.” They’re used to this kind of thing in lavish department stores. Money’s a door opener, it’ll get you anything.
Because it was all Maggie then.
I licked my lips like a hungry lion.
In a silken robe, Maggie looked delicious. Tantalizing. Luscious. Hell, the designer clothes weren’t needed. She could make anything look good.
But the brunette was distracted, eyes trailing worriedly over the racks of clothes we’d picked out.
“Evan, I just don’t know,” she murmured, biting her lip.
But I wasn’t having it. No more questions. No more resistance.
Shit. She was driving me crazy.
“Try on something else for me.” My voice dropped deep she whirled around, eyes wide, the air crackling.
She licked her lips.
“But I already tried everything on,” came that soft whisper.
Good. She was as turned on as me.
“The fur coat. Now. I want to see it again,” came my order.
Her cheeks flushed.
Why was this so crazy?
So I want to see my lush girl nude, wearing nothing but a mink jacket.
That’s not so nasty, is it?
Actually, it is. Maggie just didn’t know it yet.
With slow feet, she walked to the rack and slowly slipped the mink item off the hanger.
“This one?” she asked breathily. Because yeah, we picked out a couple things, so there was more than one six figure coat there.
I smiled wolfishly as she held up the midnight fur, floor length and shimmering.
“That’s it baby girl. Now model it for me.”
Slowly, the girl pulled the coat open, making to slip one arm inside.
But I stopped her.
“Did I say model it like that?”
She paused, flummoxed.
“I’m sorry?” she whispered. “Evan?”
“No sweetheart,” was my raspy gasp. “I want to see you model it on the floor.”
Her cheeks flushed pink, every other part of her going pink as well.
“I’m sorry?” she repeated again. “On the floor?” she stammered.
Oh yeah. It was getting dirty now.
“Strip,” I commanded. “Lay the mink coat out on the floor and then get down and hump that fur.”
It’s fucking depraved, I know. But I wanted to see those pink curves undulating as she rolled around, letting the soft material trail against her most sensitive parts.
The female stood stock still, mouth open, unable to form any words.
But the king had spoken.
“Do it,” I ordered grimly. And with trembling hands she obeyed. Slowly, Maggie laid out the six figure mink on the dressing room floor, fur side up. The material glimmered under the lights, soft music playing.
But what we were about to do wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t elegant.
It wasn’t graceful or stylish.
It was downright nasty and dirty.
And what the billionaire wants he gets.
Because Maggie was slipping that satin robe off her shoulders now, and shit, but she was beautiful. Tiny pink slips of lingerie decked her curves, hugging the luscious mounds.
“Off,” I ordered with one curt word.
And slowly, she obeyed. A strap slid off one sweet shoulder, then the other. And shit, but her tits appeared then, those giant Double Ds making my cock jerk, huge and full.
I wanted her so bad.
But there were more important things.
“Get down,” I commanded. “Get down and show me that slit.”
Because Maggie could read my mind. Slowly, she lowered herself to her hands and knees on the mink, big boobies already pressed against the soft material.
“Oh,” she moaned luxuriously, eyes closing. “Oh shit, that feels good on my tips.”
Of course it did. The fur was soft and satiny, stroking her nips just as intended.
But first, she needed to play.
“Show me your cunt,” I commanded aga
in. “Show me that steaming twat.”
And eyes flickering open, she smiled at me over one slim shoulder. With a small hand, the girl reached in back and slowly pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, strapping it over one big white cheek so that her vag glistened, open and wet.
Oh shit, oh shit.
She was so beautiful.
So fucking sexy.
I was ready to jizz right now.
But Maggie’s got a dirty mind too.
“Like what you see, big boy?” she cooed. “You like this?”
And starting up a rhythm, the girl began to sway. Just her hips in circles, boobies pressing into the fur. But then she got into it. That big butt began the air fuck, jerking up and down as her eyes closed, lips parted.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh oh oh!”
And shit, but the little girl got dirty. Taking a sleeve in her hand, she positioned it between her legs, rubbing that soft material over her slit, teasing that hard nub.
“Fuck!” she gasped, eyes going wide, back twitching a bit. “Oh god, unnh!”
It looked good, I have to admit. A sweet, horny female stroking her puss with the sleeve of a fur coat on the floor of a dressing room? Fucking amazing.
But I’m a dirty motherfucker, and there was more.
“Push it into your cunt,” I rasped, blue eyes intense. “Push that fur into your cunt.”
She gasped then, eyes meeting mine. Because this was a six figure item of clothing, and we were abusing it like it was a two dollar rag. But the girl knew me too well now. Because heaving those curves into a squatting position, she obeyed.
Slowly, slowly.
Her knees parted wide, pink lips pulling apart on her own.
She rubbed the soft fur against her clit again, and damn, but the fabric came away glistening with pussy nectar.
Perfect. This was so perfect.
“Like this, big boy?” she mewled helplessly. Because Maggie was doing it. She was easing the sleeve of the fur coat into that hungry snatch, the black darkness disappearing into her sweet pink vortex.
It was fucking disgusting. Nasty even, her ravenous twat eating it all up.
But this was exactly up my alley. Aw fuck.
“Baby,” I breathed, fat cock rock hard now. It waved stiffly from my fly, tip glistening with man jizz. “Oh shit, baby, you’re beautiful.”
And Maggie was meant for me. Because her next words sent fire skating over my skin.
“Then come and get it,” she mewled teasingly, pursing her lips into a perfect O. “Let me taste you, big boy,” she invited while stuffing more of that luxurious fabric into her snatch.
And I was on it in a flash. Immediately, my cock brushed her lips, that small mouth opening wide to admit the invader. And Maggie’s cheeks bulged, eyes flying open with shock as she sought to accommodate me.
“Mmmf!” she cried out helplessly, still stuffing her snatch full down below. “Mmmf, mmmf!”
But we were too far gone now. I held her chin still, pressing my hips forward. And damn, the head of my cock edging its way down her throat looked so good.
“You can do it,” I rasped, even as drool poured from her lips. “You can do it.”
And pretty soon, I was all the way in her mouth. That’s right. This little girl who was only a virgin a day ago, took a ten incher all the way, my balls slapping against her chin.
But the female loved it. She paused for a moment, inhaling deep through her nose, before vacuuming even more of my cock into that sweet mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moaned again, eyes falling closed. “Mmmm.”
But I wanted her to get it too.
“Keep fucking your cunt,” I ground out. “Keep going while I bang this orifice.”
Because this was awesome. This was a fucking dream come true. Here was my curvy slut, knees spread, stuffing her cunt full of a mink jacket while I crammed my dick down that tiny esophagus. All my sex dreams rolled into one, luscious and amazing.
“Yeah,” I grunted, beginning the slide. “Oh yeah.”
And shit, but we made a good team. I drilled her mouth as she played with her clit, simultaneously cramming more of that fur into her snatch until the entire sleeve was stuck tight. Oh yeah, my girl’s new but determined, she can do it.
“Perfect,” I rasped. “Perfect, perfect.”
Because it happened then. With a jerk of my hips, a tremble of my abs, and then a mighty roar, I unleashed into her mouth.
“UNNF!” was my hoarse grunt. “Fuck baby FUCK!”
And shit, but semen poured like a river down her throat. But my little girl’s a good one, and she opened wide and took it.
“Mmmm!” Maggie cried, eyes closed as the female gulped furiously. “Mmmmm!”
Except I wanted her to come with me on this incredible ride. So as my fuckshaft unloaded, I reached down and grabbed a handful of that fur. And then with a swift jerk of my arm, the mink erupted from her snatch, fur matted and coated with female wetness.
That did it. The slick slide and rub against her insides drove her over the edge. With a scream and shout, Maggie exploded too.
“Ummmmm!” she squealed, lips stretched wide around my pulsing fuckshaft. “Ummmm!”
And oh shit, oh shit, but loads of goopy pussy nectar spilled out then, Niagara Falls come to life. Her twat twitched visibly, spasming again and again as I pushed even further into that tight throat.
“Ummm!” the female cried again, lost to ecstasy. “Ummmm!”
But Maggie’s a good one, and her mouth kept swallowing even as her pussy creamed.
“Yeah,” I grunted, pressing the back of her skull to my pubes. I wanted all my sperm in that delicious body, not a drop wasted. “Shit, shit, shit!”
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 gonna 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 gonna 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 gonna 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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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 gonna 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 gonna 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 again 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.
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