His Baby

“This is wrong,” I say in a breathy voice. “First the gloves, and now …?”

But the alpha male doesn’t care.

“Just do it,” he commands in a harsh voice, his gaze going a deep, cobalt blue. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

And with that, I begin. Slowly, I lick his back pucker again, savoring the taste of deep brown. Oh god, a masculine, musky scent rises from him, coming off in tasty, slightly salty licks on my tongue. And I can’t get enough. I trace those pleats with my lips before forming my tongue into a point and edging it slowly into his anus.

“Fuuuuck,” he growls, leaning forwards as those strong hands grip the sides of the exam table. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

I pull back and lick my lips like a satisfied cat.

“Now that I’ve got you lubed up, sir, I’ll begin the digital exam.” And with that, I place my index finger in my mouth, getting it wet. Mace swings his head around to look at me, blue eyes blazing.

“Better get more than one finger wet,” he rasps. “You know I want a thorough exam.”

I giggle a bit, obliging by putting another finger into my mouth and covering it with saliva.

“Is that enough?” I ask.

His blue eyes flare.

“Do a third,” he commands in a raspy voice. “You can never be too safe.”

My eyes fly open. A third finger? Into his anus? Has this guy ever had anything up there before? I can’t believe how dirty he is. And I have to ask.

“Mr. Jackson,” comes my soft mewl. “I’m happy to stretch you out if that’s what you want. But um … have you done this before? Why are you so … ah, amenable?” I ask.

His blue eyes flare again, that huge, muscular body tensing a bit.

“I’ll tell you some other time,” he rasps, eyes flitting to my shiny fingers again. “But not now sweetheart because you’re killing me here. I need it. Now,” he commands.

And with that, I don’t lose another second. Immediately, my finger’s at his rim, tracing those puckered pleats before slowly edging its way up to the first knuckle.

“Unnnh,” the man groans, his eyes floating shut as his head tilts backwards. Oh god, Mace is so handsome, that strong profile in perfect view as I penetrate his butthole. “Fuuuck,” comes that low guttural grunt.

I wiggle the tip of my finger a bit.

“All good so far,” is my cheery chirp. “Let me just push a little deeper,” I breathe, and slowly, my finger edges in up to the second knuckle, and then all the way up to the third. Oh shit. He feels amazing, that ass so tight and dry, his walls squeezing my digit.

“Does this feel okay?” I breathe against his buttocks. “You doing okay, big guy?”

Mace’s eyes are still closed, but then they flit open again.

“Another finger,” he rasps. “Stretch me out, sweetheart.”

And I pull back before nodding and beginning the penetration again with two fingers this time.

“Oops, it’s a little dry,” is my flirtatious mewl. “Let me see if I can moisten things a bit.”

And hocking, I let a little saliva drip down so that it oozes between his butt cheeks before coating my fingers plugged deep in his ass.

“That’s right,” I mewl. “Things’ll go easier this way.”

And with that, I begin to fingerfuck the gorgeous man’s ass. It’s insane and incredibly arousing because Mace Jackson is a six foot three adult male with a hard, muscled physique, with at least a hundred pounds on me. And yet seeing him in this vulnerable position, bent over with my tiny fingers massaging the interior of his anal hole turns me on. I want it so bad and bend over once more to kiss his anus even as I’m fucking it.

“That’s right,” I coo, breathing deep of his musky backdoor scent. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

But Mace is an animal. In the middle of a thrust, his eyes fly open once more, and he growls at me.

“Another,” he commands, and I know exactly what he wants.

“Okay,” is my sweet mewl. “If you think you can take it.”

And this time, it’s hard. It’s not like when I put a second finger in, the deep slide natural after a second or so. This time, I have to really work my fingers in, struggling against the tight constriction of his rectum. But finally, with a pop, his sphincter gives in and I’m knuckle deep with three of my digits buried in this man’s back canal.

“Unnnh fuck,” he groans, eyes closed again. “Yeah, just like that.”

Holy shit. Who knew guys liked their butts fucked this way? I’ve done literally thousands of prostate exams, and most men are like jumpy rabbits. Even the light brush of my gloved finger against their bottom makes them twitch and start to sweat, their noses wrinkling with horror.

But not the alpha male. Mace is bent over, taking my butt fucking like a pro. He’s moaning now, eyes closed as my fingers disappear again between those muscled cheeks, his legs parting of their own accord to let me get in deeper. And I’m creaming so hard now that I know I need more. I can’t just go on without tasting his cock. So I stop for a moment, withdrawing my fingers with an audible sucking sound.