Unprotected: A Secret Baby

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.

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?