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)
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 as 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?
So I want to see my lush girl nude, wearing nothing but a mink jacket.
That’s not so nasty, is it?
Actually, it is. Maggie just didn’t know it yet.
With slow feet, she walked to the rack and slowly slipped the mink item off the hanger.
“This one?” she asked breathily. Because yeah, we picked out a couple things, so there was more than one six figure coat there.
I smiled wolfishly as she held up the midnight fur, floor length and shimmering.
“That’s it baby girl. Now model it for me.”
Slowly, the girl pulled the coat open, making to slip one arm inside.
But I stopped her.
“Did I say model it like that?”
She paused, flummoxed.
“I’m sorry?” she whispered. “Evan?”
“No sweetheart,” was my raspy gasp. “I want to see you model it on the floor.”
Her cheeks flushed pink, every other part of her going pink as well.
“I’m sorry?” she repeated again. “On the floor?” she stammered.
Oh yeah. It was getting dirty now.
“Strip,” I commanded. “Lay the mink coat out on the floor and then get down and hump that fur.”
It’s fucking depraved, I know. But I wanted to see those pink curves undulating as she rolled around, letting the soft material trail against her most sensitive parts.
The female stood stock still, mouth open, unable to form any words.
But the king had spoken.
“Do it,” I ordered grimly. And with trembling hands she obeyed. Slowly, Maggie laid out the six figure mink on the dressing room floor, fur side up. The material glimmered under the lights, soft music playing.
But what we were about to do wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t elegant.
It wasn’t graceful or stylish.
It was downright nasty and dirty.
And what the billionaire wants he gets.
Because Maggie was slipping that satin robe off her shoulders now, and shit, but she was beautiful. Tiny pink slips of lingerie decked her curves, hugging the luscious mounds.
“Off,” I ordered with one curt word.
Slowly, she obeyed. A strap slid off one sweet shoulder, then the other. And shit, but her tits appeared then, those giant Double Ds making my cock jerk, huge and full.
I wanted her so bad.
But there were more important things.
“Get down,” I commanded. “Get down and show me that slit.”
Of course, Maggie could read my mind. Slowly, she lowered herself to her hands and knees on the mink, big boobies already pressed against the soft material.
“Oh,” she moaned luxuriously, eyes closing. “Oh God, that feels good on my tips.”
Of course it did. The fur was soft and satiny, stroking her nips just as intended.
But first, she needed to play.
“Show me your cunt,” I commanded again. “Show me that steaming twat.”
Eyes flickering open, she smiled at me over one slim shoulder. With a small hand, the girl reached in back and slowly pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, strapping it over one big white cheek so that her vag glistened, open and wet.
Oh shit, oh shit.
She was so beautiful.
So fucking sexy.
I was ready to jizz right now.
But Maggie’s got a dirty mind too.
“Like what you see, big boy?” she cooed. “You like this?”
And starting up a rhythm, the girl began to sway. Just her hips in circles, boobies pressing into the fur. But then she got into it. That big butt began the air fuck, jerking up and down as her eyes closed, lips parted.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh oh oh!”