And I sprang into motion then.
“I can make you feel even better,” was my harsh growl. I grabbed the green monster, wrapping my fingers around tight and pushed it deeper, the vacuum power of that juicy cunt insane. The whipped cream on her tits trembled precariously as her curves heaved.
“Evan!” she panted. The brunette’s legs flew open wide and her cunt dripped even more around the giant cock. “I want you!”
And the need was overwhelming. Because the female did something unbelievably disgusting next. She tilted up her hips to show me the brown star of her asshole, winking and blinking.
It dripped with wetness, beckoning like a siren.
Oh shit!
Because Maggie had already prepped herself for this moment. Probably stuffed her fingers up her asshole along with our favorite lube, maybe even pushed this zuke up there. I almost came right then and there imagining the nastiness. Groaning, I grabbed my cock, fingers fumbling, body on high.
Fuck, this girl owned my soul.
Every last part.
Maggie reached behind to grab a pillow and shoved it under her hips.
“Evan, I need you,” was her raspy cry. Watching me, she lifted a big tit to her mouth, pink tongue flickering out. The female licked away a stripe of whipped cream and sucked on that hard as rock nipple even has her cunt got trashed by the zuke.
Fuck!
“I need you bad,” she whimpered imploringly, gyrating her hips, showing me that asshole again even as she licked her booby enticingly. “Please Evan.”
And I'd do anything for this girl. Anything. She was so damn delicious. So fucking hot. My dick was hard and I could make her feel real good.
So I gave the zuke a few more pumps into her twat. My fuckrod was a hammer by now from watching her pussy take the fake dick, those pink lips gripping tight. Watching her like this was my high. I couldn't get enough. My balls drew up, hurting like motherfuckers.
And with my rod gripped tight in my fist, I swiped pre-cum between her ass cheeks and over her brownie. With juices dripping down from her twat, I fingered that hot hole open. Moaning and twisting on top of the blanket, she took the zucchini into her snatch over and over like a pro. Meanwhile, that scorching asshole swallowed my digit.
“I want more!” she gasped and writhed on the blanket, grinding her hips and panting. “Fuck me, Mr. Lincoln. Fuck my butt. Please!” was her desperate pant.
The zucchini, shiny from lust, disappeared in and out of her wet snatch.
“Show me how much you love me!” she begged again. “Ram your hard cock inside my ass, oh god, please!”
How could I refuse an entreaty like that?
Still working the zucchini with one hand, I pointed my dick at her back door and pressed. Aw shit. There was no resistance. My baby is a pro by now, and it went in in one swift motion, her anus giving it up good.
“Oh!” Maggie screamed, body impaled on two hard rods. “Oh god!”
Fuck, yeah.
Her ass was tight and incredibly hot. It sucked my dick and gripped like a vise. I started pummeling, grabbing those luscious hips while drilling her ass.
“That’s it sweetheart,” were my raspy words. “You took it in one slide, just like a good little girl. You’re a butt slut aren’t you? You’re Daddy’s little butt slut.”
Maggie mewled desperately, even as both her holes were trashed.
“Yes, I’m your butt slut!” she panted deliriously. “Use my body, unh god, yes!”
Shit I was about to bust a nut, cock hard as a hammer. Because through her thin vaginal wall, my dick rubbed against the zucchini. Oh shit, this was so dirty. Deep inside, that fuckrod jerked and spurted uncontrollably. Only one more stroke and I was gonna dump my load in her asshole.
“Goddamn, baby. You're so small,” were my harsh words, hips pumping furiously. “So fucking tiny.”
“Only for you,” she panted, tits bobbing wildly with every hard jerk. “Only for you, Mr. Lincoln.”
Her fingers grabbed the blanket and jerked it across the floor. The platter of fruit turned over and the sliced fruit flew everywhere. But I didn’t care. Maggie was going wild on my cock and the giant vegetable, screaming with her legs spread wide, juicy body jiggling which each hard shove.
So I did it. Going for broke, I fucked into her anus relentlessly while ramming her full of zucchini at the same time. That did the trick. The girl’s eyes rolled back into her head, whites showing.
“Oh, Evan!” she cried out, head tipped back, big boobies lifted towards the heavens. “Unnnh! OHHHHH!”
And it happened then. Her anus and pussy went wild, contracting with hard jerks, spasming around the stiff poles within.
Simultaneously, I rammed my cock deeper into her asshole.
“Fuck Maggie!” was my conquering roar. “FUCK!”
And oh shit, but the semen came boiling out then. Blast after blast of hot white jizz spurted into my girl’s back end, drenching her ass.
“Unnh!” she screamed again. “Fill me up good, unnnnh, fuck!”
I roared once more, collapsing on her sweet body, the cum erupting out of my balls. Because Maggie is the right woman for me. We’re married now with two kids, little Eva and her big brother Ryan.
And if someone told me five years ago that I’d be a family man, it would have been a fucking riot. I’d have laughed them out of the room.
Me with a wife and kids? Never.
But back then, I didn't have a clue what was important. I was chasing after money and power like a fool, single-minded and irrational. Meanwhile, a girl incredibly lovely and sweet had come along. Unexpected, sure, and in the most unlikely of circumstances.
I’d almost fucked it up.
Like an idiot, I’d almost lost it all.
But my priorities are straight now.
I wasn't CEO of Lincoln Conglomerate, but there was something better. Or someones better. Maggie, Ryan, and Eva. Plus, I’ve started a new corporation called EvanCo, and this business is spitting out cash like a fucking machine, the greenbacks minting themselves.
So yeah, Henry had his wires crossed. Business is important yes, but not at the cost of destroying the person you love most.
Because I believe in having it all. Yes, my new venture is critical, but so are my wife and children. Maggie said it all the time, and even more, she’s the living embodiment of everything that matters. Love. Honor. Respect. A wonderful mother to two bright, happy children, and a sexy as hell wife to me. Plus, she’s gonna get that degree soon and be a vet in no time. The girl gets straight A’s on her exams, her professors raving like lunatics about her skill and intelligence.
Surprised?
Not me.
Not at all.
Because I landed an incredibly intelligent beauty. A sweet, giving girl who wore her heart on her sleeve. An innocent Cinderella with big brown eyes and soft pouty lips, who wouldn’t hurt a soul in the world. But she’s got a brain up there, and she’s passed it to our kids as well.
I’m the luckiest bastard on earth.
And she’s mine.
All mine.
The good, the bad, the ups and downs, and everything in between.
So yeah, the brunette’s perfect for me in more ways than one. We talk, laugh and fight, sometimes all in the same day. And we always make up with a roll in the hay. Actually, a roll in the gutter would be more accurate, both of us dirty as fuck 24/7.
So when I opened my eyes after that mindblowing session, it didn’t surprise me to see the female doing the nasty again. Yeah, Maggie had the zucchini in her mouth, pink tongue trailing over the wet vegetable. Shit, she was tasting her own juices.
And never dropping my gaze, the girl reached down between her legs, moaning slightly. Hot globs of cum dripped from her asshole and she trailed her fingers through the cream before pushing some into her pussy. Aw fuck fuck fuck. This was so fucking dirty. Transferring cum from her ass into that sweet snatch?
Aw yeah.
Only
my little slut does this.
Maggie’s eyes flickered open then, a small moan escaping those lips.
“If I wasn't pregnant already, this would knock me up again,” she whispered coyly. “Your cum is so strong and potent.” Those sweet fingers sank into her snatch once more, spreading the hot liquid around where it belonged.
I stared, mesmerized.
What?
Holy shit! For real?
“Sweetheart, are you gonna have another baby? Is number three on the way?” I rasped, eyeing that beautiful, sensuous body laid out like a feast.
Maggie cooed, stroking her wet folds before trailing those fingers up to her soft, poochy belly.
“Yes Evan. You know we always do it unprotected, non-stop around the clock. More semen, more juicy virility, and all into my fertile snatch. This is our life to live, and I want to live it to its fullest.”
Aw shit. Maggie was right, as always. We’re growing our family, and bareback and raw is the only way to go. After all, why not? We have the moolah, we have the house and cars, and most of all we have the love. After everything that’s happened, there’s more than enough passion to support ten children, and I told her so.
“Absolutely, sweetheart,” was my deep growl as I moved between her legs once more. “If we already have number three, then might as well work on number four right now.”
And with that, it was all over, the girl writhing and crying out, delight in her features. Because Cinderella was safe with her Prince Charming. The girl from the pet store had become the billionaire’s wife, and my ring was snug on her finger, her belly burgeoning with our child once more. What could be better? Nothing. After all, our hearts and lives were unprotected now … and this was the best way to be.
THE END
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~The 69th Street Bad Boys Series~
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By Cassandra Dee
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Evan
“I'm mostly the boss,” I tell her with a wicked grin. “I can leave the office when I want, and right now I want to see you.”
“Oh!” Her shocked look made me want to kiss her pretty mouth. So I did.
She melted into me with a happy sigh. Her lips were warm and the inside of her mouth wet and soft, just like her cunt last night. My dick throbbed to be inside her again. It would be so easy. Just lift up her T-shirt and yank aside her panties—if she was wearing any and—
No, this was not what I came for.
“I'm taking you shopping, gorgeous.”
“What? But I don't need anything. My clothes are okay? Aren't they?”
Yeah, she's cute as hell.
“You may not need anything, sweetness, but my fiancée does. She's gotta have new everything.” I took her in from head to toe.
Maggie was right though, she didn't need anything. Everything about her was absolutely perfect. The shopping was just a lame excuse to see her again.
“Throw on something and let's go, sweetheart. My driver is waiting.”
She got dressed in record time, coming back wearing a demure sweater and skirt. Damn. She really was nothing like the other chicks I dated. If I’d come to pick them up in a limo to go shopping, they would’ve spent all morning getting their hair and makeup just right before even walking out the door.
In the limo, I made her a chocolate shake and watched her awe and shock as she looked around the car. The intercom, cozy leather seats, were perfect if I wanted to feed my cock between those glossy pink lips.
God damn, she was turning me into a horny fucking teenager.
Maggie sucked on the straw hard, her eyes watching me with pure innocence, and made my dick get even harder in my pants.
Shit, was she doing that on purpose?
But there was shopping to be done.
So it was a relief when the car stopped at the downtown designer store. The place was big. Three floors filled with latest fashions. I told my driver to wait while we picked up a few things.
Maggie stared at me in shock. “Isn't it going to be hard for him to find a parking space around here? It's so crowded.”
“Trevor is a master at finding parking spots,” I growled, assuring her. “Even for this monster limo.”
I swept her through the tall glass doors of the store. The store was impressive with sales people who looked like retired fashion models walking around, the A/C blasting on max. Damn, why do they keep these places like ice boxes?
But Maggie was excited.
“Wow! It's so nice in here.” Maggie giggled and rolled her eyes at herself as she stared at everything, looking both shy and excited. “This place is nothing like Target or Walmart.”
“You got that right, sweetheart.” I winked at her. Never in my life had I been inside one of those places, but I’d seen them on the internet.
We got on the empty elevator with labeled buttons for each floor. Maggie reached out to press the button for the women's department but I reached for her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles and grinned at her, amping up the charm. Then I pressed an unmarked button that was nearly blacked out, easy to miss if you weren’t looking for it.
“We're heading someplace different,” I told her.
She blushed.
I beamed like a real fiancé. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
But it was too late.
The elevator rushed us to the top floor of the building and opened up into what looked like somebody's living room. A rich somebody's living room. The furniture was antique looking and expensive and soft classical music played from the speakers we couldn't see.
A tasteful bar sat off to the side with a bucket of champagne already chilling and tall glass bottles of water.
“Mr. Lincoln, a pleasure to see you again.” A tall, model thin woman appeared from a back room. Her clothes were black, tasteful and probably cost as much Maggie's rent for the year.
“It's a pleasure to be back, Nori.” She shook my hand and, because she was professional, immediately reached out for Maggie's hand with her most pleasant smile in place. She knew who was going to be wearing the clothes I bought today.
“Aren't you lovely?” She squeezed Maggie's hand after a professional gaze up and down her body to size up her measurements. “That skin of yours is absolutely flawless.”
Maggie blushed and stepped closer to me, her smile uncertain but flattered. My girl was adorable as fuck.
“You prepared what I asked for?” I'd called her a half hour ago when Maggie was getting dressed. “A complete wardrobe?” I asked Nori. “Inside out, top to bottom?”
“Yes, we did.” She stepped back. “Please follow me.”
I took Maggie's hand and, for a second she stared hard at me. When Nori was far enough down the hallway, she turned to me with a whisper. “You don't have to hold my hand here, Evan. I don't think you have to fool anybody here.” I could hear the pain in her voice, my fault from earlier.
I held on to her hand.
At the end of the corridor, after passing several small dressing rooms and another waiting area, Nori stopped and opened a door marked “private.” She opened it and gestured for Maggie to go first.
Seconds later, a girl who looked Maggie's age or younger wheeled in two elegant wooden racks filled with different kinds of clothes. Two more girls came in behind her, each carrying two more racks. They each left and came back with jewelry cases, shoe racks,
even a bunch of hats that would look good at the Kentucky Derby. These women knew what they were doing. And from experience, they knew what I was willing to spend.
“Here we are.” Nori pointed Maggie to a large dressing room, probably the size of the walk-in closet of my bedroom, while another girl appeared with a glass of whiskey on the rocks and put it next to an elegant winged back chair.
“Please make yourself comfortable, Mr. Lincoln.” She turned to Maggie with a reassuring smile and waved her toward the dressing room. “Ms. Lake, come with me.”
I took a sip of the whiskey and took a seat in the dark leather chair. I was ready for the show.
Maggie was a gorgeous girl, but the clothes the personal shoppers put on her in made her into a damn fashion model, if you liked your models curvy and brown haired with shy eyes and tits and ass that made your dick hard just by looking at them. Like I did.
The outfits were phenomenal. The jewelry made her skin and hair glow even more.
The girls took her to the dressing room and brought her back looking even more gorgeous every time. With each outfit change, my dick got harder and harder. I could feel pre-come dripping from my slit and smearing up my boxer briefs. With a dick this size, my horniness was probably obvious as fuck but I didn’t give a damn.
Finally, when the last outfit was back on the rack and Maggie stood in front of me in the robe they gave her, her soft cheeks flushed and damp from her quick changes and the praises the girls heaped on her, I couldn’t take it anymore.
The ice tinkled in my glass when I threw back the last of the whiskey, my third refill.
Damn, could she be any more perfect?
I’d brought other girls here before, and they were so caught up in the clothes and the cost of everything that they practically came all over themselves. All their hot and bothered looks were for the sales girl and my black card, not for me.
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