Page 22 of Hard and Unprotected

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.