And something in me bursts open. I was a virgin before I met the billionaire, an innocent who’d never had anything inside. Sure, I watched porn sometimes and read naughty romances, but nothing like this. My romance novels always involved a sweet prince who slayed dragons before rescuing the princess. Not a nasty alpha who wanted me to ride his fingers.
But it’s a new me. And with another throaty moan, I tilt my head back and squeeze my internal muscles, beginning the journey.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Oh fuck you’re so young, so tight, so strong, my fingers are gonna break off.”
And I moan throatily, lost in the haze. Because right now, I’m going to take Mason for everything he’s worth. He wants me to ride his fingers? Then I’m gonna fuck them like it’s the biggest and best dildo around. I’m gonna cram my pussy full, bucking and squealing like a whore.
So grabbing those big shoulders, I go for it. My hips start humping up and down, big buttocks bouncing like giant balls.
“Unnf! Unnf, unnf!” are my desperate heaves, boobies flying as my cunt gets fucked. “Unnf, unnf!”
And the big man’s transfixed, struggling to hold his hand in place as my pussy swallows him again and again.
“Unnf! Unnf, unnf!” come my desperate heaves once more.
“Aw shit aw shit aw shit,” he grunts, watching where our bodies join. Because the billionaire knows me better than I know myself. He can feel the internal spasms, the helpless jerks that precede an orgasm. And staring like a ravenous beast, the alpha curves his fingers just so, stroking a secret space within my interior channel.
“Oh FUCK!” is my delighted scream, pussy exploding into a million different pieces. “Oh fuck fuck fuck ohhhhh!”
Because Mason’s targeted my g-spot and it feels so good. My cunt muscles clamp down once, hard, on his fingers before flying into pieces, tremors wracking my sweet spot, internal muscles going wild.
“Fuck!” I scream again to the heavens, big boobies bouncing and jouncing in his face as I’m fucked down below. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And literally, my vision goes dark then. The ecstasy is so powerful, so amazing, that I can’t see, tremors wracking my spine, cunt and ass clamping and clenching involuntarily.
When I wake, I’m in the big man’s bed, my entire form drained, helpless and limp. But Mason’s got me. Carefully, he sponges my forehead with a warm, damp cloth and then reaches down between my legs.
“Oh god!” I squeal. “Oh god, oh god!”
Because is he really going to …?
But no, Mason chuckles deep in his throat.
“Baby you were the best thing I’ve ever seen. So responsive, so fucking hot.”
My cheeks color involuntarily, and a full body blush runs down my frame.
“What are you doing?” is my helpless gasp. “Oh!”
Because the billionaire’s not doing anything nasty. In fact, the opposite. He’s carefully sponging my swollen lips, the insides of my thighs creamy and stained.
“I want you clean,” he growls low in his throat, blue eyes fierce again. “Whiskey burns on sensitive tissues if you leave it too long,” he adds, staring at my sweetest space. “I don’t want this pretty pussy to suffer because we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot, sweetie.”
I stare, big boobies already beginning to rise, thighs spreading involuntarily. Oh god, oh god, what’s next? Even though the alpha literally knocked me out, my body’s already responding to his touch, ready to go where he leads.
“What, Mr. Channing?” comes my helpless mewl. “What do you want?”
The dark man grins slyly, positioning himself between my legs.
“I want this,” he says and slowly, the billionaire lowers his head to lap at my anus.
“What?” comes my shriek, jerking up. He just touched me where? He just licked me where?
But the alpha won’t be deterred.
“That’s right, every part of you is tasty sweetheart. So get ready, because it’s coming.”
And suddenly, there’s pressure at my hole. WHAT? I jerk up halfway, staring at the man. But he merely stares right back, those blue eyes burning up my soul.
“You’re gonna get buttfucked honey. Get ready to get buttfucked hardcore, sweet girl.”
And the words are so dirty, nasty, and yet simple. Mason’s merely stating what’s going to happen like it’s a certainty. And I have no choice but to obey. So leaning back, my legs spread further as I will my sphincter to relax.
“Yes Daddy,” is my whispered reply. “Yes, buttfuck me, I’m yours.”
And with an approving growl, he laps at my clit, a tremor jolting through my frame.
“Good girl,” is his raspy growl. “Good girl, you know what to do.”
And lying back once more, I try to relax. I try to breathe deep, to remember all my yoga classes, to summon the Zen within. Not that it matters. Because Mason’s relentless, and the pressure against my asshole intensifies deliciously.
“Slow,” he growls. “Slow, slow, that’s it baby girl.”