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“You’re doing great, Chels,” he rasps. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Then, he slowly pushes his wrist in deeper before retracting it. His large hand catches on my rim, and goodness, but the sensation starts to feel good.
“Unnnh,” I moan. “Oh.”
At this point, I’ve practically lost control of my body. My face is buried in the mattress and saliva escapes from my mouth as Mason quickens the pace, starting up a deep rhythm in my behind with his entire hand.
“Goddamn,” he groans, his eyes glued to the spot where we’re joined. “Oh shit, your asshole looks so good getting fisted like this.”
But Mason is man of many talents because right when I’m about to soar over the edge, he grabs my hair to make me arch my back again. The sudden change in position causes me to cry out. The sting is still there, but it feels even more incredible now, and my body twitches as pleasure explodes in my ass.
“Unnnh!” I scream, my pussy and bottom clenching with excitement. “Ahhh!”
Hot gushes of juice spill all over his palm even as he continues pumping his hand in and out of my anus.
“That’s it,” Mason moans throatily. “Come again for me. Squeeze my hand with those powerful rectal walls.”
I do as he says and another sunburst explodes before my eyes as my rectum clamps down hard on the male hand buried within my bottom. Hot shocks run through my sweetest spots, and I cry out like a banshee, unable to keep my lust in check.
“Unnnh!” is my ear-splitting shriek. “Ah!”
Mason coaxes me through wave after wave of pleasure, and I lose all sense of time and space. This is the best I’ve ever had, and I shudder and wail even more energetically, giving everything that I am to this man.
Of course, Mason takes it all. He guides me through the pleasure, urging me to experience every iota of this filthy act. His hands caress my curves, his mouth kissing every nook and cranny of my body, and when I finally collapse on the mattress, Mason still hasn’t finished. Instead, he pulls his hand out of my bottom with a deep sucking sound, and then licks his fingers one by one, never dropping my gaze.
“You’re amazing,” he moans throatily, those blue eyes vivid. “I love the way your ass tastes, Chelsea.”
With that, I’m so overwhelmed with the sheer filth that I give up trying to make sense of anything. After all, this is not what I expected. I thought I’d be a rag doll in the CEO’s bed, letting him enjoy my body while I was nothing more than a vessel for male release. But instead, Mason Richards has turned everything on its head. This alpha male has guided me to the highest heights of pleasure, and now, I know one thing for sure – that everything I previously believed was wrong, and even crazier, that I want more.
5
MASON
One month later.
“Dr. Hotchkiss is one of the best ob-gyns in the area,” Chelsea reassures me once again as I open the door for her. “It’s going to be fine, Mason, don’t worry.”
I nod, but still, I’m not sure. After all, Dr. Hotchkiss seems like a country doctor to me. I’m not saying that everyone has to go to Yale or Harvard for their medical degrees, but I want Chelsea to have the best of the best, and Dr. Hotchkiss got her MD from SUNY Binghamton eons ago.
Plus, this clinic is small. When we step inside, it’s just a tiny waiting room with some bland office furniture, and a bored-looking receptionist behind the desk.
“Are you sure?” I whisper in her ear. “You know I subscribe to concierge medical services through Langone Hospital. I could get you an appointment with them today, if you want.”
But Chelsea merely shushes me and giggles.
“First of all, Langone is all the way in Manhattan, so it’s too far away. Secondly, I like Dr. Hotchkiss! She’s really nice and trust me, she’s very experienced.”
I nod while my woman bustles over to the reception area to check in. Still, I’m staring suspiciously at the other patients, who look relatively normal, thank god. Still, maybe I should call my hook-up over at Langone. My hand’s already on my phone when my gorgeous girlfriend comes back, taking the seat next to me.
“See? You’re fine,” she smiles. “We’re fine.”
I’m just about to say something when a woman one row away leans over.
“I’m sorry,” she smiles. “I know I’m being super rude, but do you know the sex of your baby yet? My husband and I decided not to find out our baby’s gender until they get here, but I can’t help asking other women what they’re having,” she giggles. “Totally feel free not to answer if you don’t want to.”
I stare at the intruder, who looks to be about twenty-five, with a big belly and an even bigger smile. She’s dressed in a large maternity shirt as well as pull-on jeans to accommodate her expanding waistline. Okay. My protective instinct retreats a bit because she looks reasonably sane.
“Oh, that’s what we’re going to find out today!” Chelsea burbles with a big smile while smoothing her hands over her bump. “That’s whyhe’sso jumpy,” she says, throwing me some playful side-eye. “He’s practically dangling from the rafters with anticipation.”
