Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Are you alright?” 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.
6
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 going to 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.