“It’s coming baby,” I rasped. “It’s coming. Aw, FUCK!”
Because I lost my rhythm, the sensation too intense. Hot semen fired through my balls and jetted out of my dick, flooding that sweet anal passage. I couldn’t speak, overwhelmed and overcome with the physical, the emotional, everything that was this woman.
Because Maggie was mine. That was all that mattered. She was mine, taking my cum, my heart and my soul all at once.
“Evan,” the female whimpered, breasts heaving as her form quivered. “Oh Evan.”
And a lump lodged in my throat, making words impossible. But my massive form moved. Slowly, I withdrew, big cock glistening and hard still. But there was more to come. Slowly, I pressed my lips to her anus before taking her mouth in a sweet kiss.
“You’re mine, baby girl,” was my hoarse rasp. “Mine.”
With another sweet whimper, the girl agreed.
“Yours,” came Maggie’s soft affirmation. “Yours only.”
And never had the world felt so right. This is my woman. My territory. My property. And I’d just marked the sweet female with my brand … because we were in love.
CHAPTER NINE
Maggie
I couldn’t focus today. The puppies were as cute as ever. They wriggled everywhere, fluffy and adorable, cheerful balls of fur.
But Evan. Oh god.
How can a man like him be even real? So sexy, so commanding, so alpha. Everything that happened between us at the jewelry store burned like wildfire into my brain. He touched me hard and tender at once. I don’t know what came over me when I told him to stick the ring in my ass but he did it and it had been amazing.
With the diamond in my anus, Evan marked me.
He was mine and I was his.
Plus, there was that massive cock.
My butt was curved to his shape, the tight passage filled to the brim with male jizz.
Oh god, oh god.
Had I really had anal sex? In public?
But yes, it’d happened. I’d let Evan put the engagement ring and then his fuckshaft in my back end, moaning and writhing the entire time.
It was stupid.
I was a sap.
Even a sucker.
Because this isn’t real.
But when Evan came close, it didn’t matter.
All thoughts of reality flew out of my mind, his charisma dominating my mind.
Because I was well and truly crazy for him.
But did the billionaire feel the same about me?
I caught sight of my naked finger and bit my lip.
The pink diamond ring had to be sized for my digit, so it’d be a while before I got it. But as soon as it was ready, it was going on my hand.
Mine. Wow!
Because the rock was huge. Bigger than the candy rings I bought when I was a silly kid fantasizing about my dream prince. Bigger even than Dorinda’s ring, the mean girl from high school so long ago. And now here I was about to have a massive rock because Evan was my fiancé.
The man of my dreams.
Prince Charming come to life.
A billionaire alpha who had the world at his fingertips.
But then reality intruded.
Whimper. Aarf, aarf!
The sound of little puppy cries dragged my attention to where it belonged.
“I’m sorry, babies,” came my apologetic murmur. “Didn’t mean to ignore you. Just got lost in my thoughts.”
A litter of chocolate labs, soft and wriggly, whimpered and crawled on the blanket while I finished cleaning their cage.
“It’s okay, you guys. You can go back in now,” were my soothing words.
Making kissing noises at their tiny puppy faces, I helped them back into their cage and finished up checking off what I’d done on the chart nearby.
I was late doing this for the day. Normally, it wouldn’t take me this long, but inside was a confused turmoil. All because of Evan. He was everywhere. In my thoughts. In my dreams at night. I couldn’t get rid of him.
But I had to.
Because a man like Evan doesn’t belong with somebody like me. He’s rich, powerful, and handsome. The man literally grew up in a mansion. Meanwhile, I was a minimum wage slave at a pet store in scummy clothes and a dirty apron.
Soon, this fairy tale would be over and I’d have nothing. Did Cinderella feel like a fraud with time growling at her heels? But it was the truth. Soon, my clock was going to hit twelve and all I’d have was a pumpkin and a twenty thousand dollar check.
Well, at least the pumpkin was an engagement ring worth two hundred thousand dollars.
I slumped against the wall, suddenly feeling miserable.
Because honestly, I don’t even care about the money anymore.
Twenty thousand, two hundred thousand.
None of it mattered.
Instead, my heart’s filled with Evan. I can’t get enough of the alpha. The way he takes what he wants. His commanding air in the jewelry store, the way he knows exactly how to finagle every situation.
But right. The money. The deal. The ring. It was just a farce.