#Babymaker (Baby Crazy 2)

“Unnh!” she squealed. “That feels good.”

“It should,” I muttered. “Because I want you to feel so good that you come with my tongue in your butt. Got that sweetheart? I want your ass to rumble and shake on my face as your anus squeezes and clenches. So enjoy yourself sweetheart because you’re about to be blown away.”

And with that, I went for it. I began tongue-fucking her bottom with abandon, rotating between licking her rim and sticking my pointed muscle into that dark hole. Connie loved every second of it, moaning like a whore as her dark spot was violated.

And suddenly, it happened. Her butt cheeks clenched mightily and then her ass clamped down on my tongue, squeezing so hard.

“Oh god!” the girl shrieked wildly. “Oh god, you’re licking my bottom!”

And it was true. Maybe she wasn’t getting dick up there yet, but she was definitely getting my mouth.

“Go with it,” I muttered into the trembling white mountains. “Ride my tongue to glory.”

And her ass dissolved into a series of shudders then. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy ran through Connie’s bottom even as her pussy contracted as well, glorious gusts of wet juice running between her thighs.

Shit, this girl was made for me. She’s so responsive, so innocent and sweet, and I loved the fact that I was corrupting her. I was making her into the perfect woman for me … and regretting not a single second.

CHAPTER NINE

Connie

I can’t believe this is happening. It’s been weeks since I first met Dr. Roman, and I’ve practically moved into his condo now. Sure, I still have my old apartment, but I’m only there to pick stuff up and make sure the bills are paid. Otherwise, I’m at Chase’s place all the time.

But believe it or not, we never worked out a formal arrangement. He propositioned me and I went over fully intending to reject his dirty offer. But instead, that night turned into something sinful and yet absolutely amazing. Yes, Chase and I had an incredible night of love, and neither of us could stop after that. So we’ve been seeing each other regularly to the point where I’ve basically moved in with the handsome doctor.

But still, I can’t get it out of my head that this isn’t a normal arrangement. First, we only just met. I’ve only known this man for a month max, and so I shouldn’t have any feelings. We don’t know each other well enough, and yet I can’t keep my heart from pumping madly whenever he’s around because the doctor is so gorgeous and handsome, and I can’t help but feel attracted whenever he’s in the same space. The other night, he came home from a long night at the office, and I welcomed him with open arms and a panful of bubbling spaghetti.

Stop it! I told myself as the key snicked in the lock. He’s your lover but nothing else. You’re not actually in love, that’s something different.

But still, I couldn’t help the sudden rush of butterflies in my stomach and the way my breath started to come fast. Hurriedly I wiped my hands on a dish towel and ran over to the foyer just in time to see Chase come in and put down his briefcase. I ran into those strong arms like a little girl, the alpha male surrounding me with his maleness and the dusky scent of his cologne.

“Hey,” he murmured into my hair. “How’ve you been today?”

I pulled back, smiling at him. Those blue eyes were genuinely interested, and I beamed happily.

“I’m good,” was my chirp. “Nothing much happened. Just another day at the office. They want to start preparing for tax season even though it’s only fall.”

He laughed a little, stopping to take off his jacket. Like a good wife, I took it from him and hung the handsome trench coat in the hall closet. Stop, the voice in my head spoke sternly. You’re not his wife. You’re not even his girlfriend, so don’t get carried away.

But even the dose of caution couldn’t tamp down on my happy mood because this is just what Chase does to me. Being around him lifts my spirits and I shot him another warm smile.

“It’s funny. I’m just a secretary but they say tax season is a team event. So I have to be prepared as well.”

The doctor shook his head thoughtfully.

“I can see why,” he said. “After all, during busy periods everyone at my office has to put forth maximum effort, even the janitor and my admin assistants. No one person can do it on their own.”

I sighed a little.

“It’s true, but I just wish they would give me a little more responsibility, you know? I really want to be an accountant and Xeroxing documents isn’t my idea of a good time. Of course, I don’t mind doing administrative work, but it feels like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. I’m parked in front of the copier for five or six hours every day.”