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 too.
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.