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 an absolute 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.