Page 11 of His Baby

“Just a moment,” I say, breathing against his butthole. “Let me get comfortable and I’ll do you again.”

And in a second, I’ve scrambled below the exam table. Oh god, the floor’s slippery from his semen because it’s been dripping non-stop ever since this naughty exam started. Everything about this is wrong in every way. My gloveless fingers. Going bareback in his anus. Multiple digits in his ass, when really, only one is necessary. The fact that I’ve kissed his brown hole, worshipping where my mouth shouldn’t touch.

But it’s about to get a lot more rancid because I position myself beneath the man and swallow his cock in one big gulp.

“Unnf!” is my squeal, eyes bugging wide as that huge monster edges its way down my throat. “Unnnh!”

Mace literally roars then. He lifts his head, blue eyes blazing, and lets out a bellow worthy of a male lion.

“Fuuuuck!” comes that hiss. “Fuck me!”

And I don’t waste a second. This is my dream come true. I’ve got a guy whose enormous cock is buried in my throat, his nude form mine for the taking. And with soft touches, my hands move up his thighs and to that butthole once again, probing the dark star before pushing inside once more.

“FUCK!” Mace jerks with the penetration. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Because this is heaven. I’ve got horse cock in my mouth and my fingers in the alpha male’s anus. Furiously, I pump while sucking hard, my eyes rolling up in my head with pleasure. But I’ve underestimated things because evidently, the double pleasure shoves Mace over the edge. Those strong thighs quake, a low roar building in the pit of his stomach and then those tight ass cheeks clamp on my fingers, almost breaking them off.

“SHIT!” he bellows, male hands gripping the edges of the exam table so hard that his knuckles are bone white. “Fuck shit fuck!”

And that huge rod jerks in my mouth before spewing great gusts of white down my throat. Oh god, oh god! Semen is pouring into my stomach and I swallow hungrily as my pussy clenches and clamps below.

Because Mace Jackson has that effect on me. The man hasn’t touched me at all. Not one swipe at my breasts or my pussy, and yet my cunt begins orgasming on its own, sweet cream bursting from my hole in rapturous ecstasy.

“Mmm!” I moan, sucking hard even as my cunt shivers and shakes. The pleasure’s so overwhelming that my vision actually goes black for a moment as sperm fills my mouth. “Mmmm!”

Oh god. He’s so warm, wet, and sticky and I swallow every drop hungrily, still crouched beneath the exam table with my fingers in his butt. But everything has to end at some point, and after depositing a gallon of jism in my hungry mouth, his cock finally jerks to a finish. I pull that huge bike tire from my mouth and cough roughly once it’s out.

“Shit baby,” Mace rasps above me, stroking brown curls back from my forehead. “You okay?”

I gasp for air, bent over a bit. But everything is fine. Better than that. It’s amazing because I’ve never had semen so good, and his aftertaste is a salty musk in my mouth, making me swallow again hungrily while trying to recapture the moment.

I turn wide brown eyes up at him, my pussy still shuddering a bit below.

“I’m good,” is my breathless mewl, voice raspy. “That was amazing,” I add on a whisper. “But Mr. Jackson, I want to be sure. Do you mind coming back again in seven days for a follow-up appointment? Next week I’ll have more time, and I’ll be able to do a more thorough exam.”

Light flares in his blue eyes as he leans forward to kiss me. Holy fuck. His lips are commanding and masterful, and yet when he pulls back, I can see that he’s under the spell as well.

“Of course,” comes that low rumble. “A week, you said? Let’s make the appointment now.”

And with a small smile, I get to my feet and our mouths meet naturally, the liplock soul-consuming even as my breasts heave and pussy clenches again. Because oh god, being with this man was amazing … and now I desperately want his babies.

Chapter 6

Melissa

After Mace left the office, Leonie immediately popped her head in with a sly smile.

“How was it?” she asked. And I grab my purse with my own devious grin.

“I’ll tell you over lunch at Westville,” I say, standing up quickly. “Do we have some extra paper towels, by the way? I kind of made a mess with this one,” is my wry reply.

Leonie’s eyes shoot down to the puddle on the floor and her mouth drops open.

“Is that what I think it is?” comes her slow question before those blue fly to mine. “Oh my god, are you serious?”

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