#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

“Should I do it here?” came my voice, fingers hooked in the waistband of the undergarment. I felt timid and shy, but somehow the words came out husky and raspy, seductive even.

The billionaire’s eyes flared before he nodded and growled.

“Yes. Right here. Right now.”

Oh god, oh god.

I was really doing this.

This was really happening.

This was no dream.

So with a quick exhale, I tugged off the lingerie, but a deep groan interrupted my movements. What was that primal sound? Oh yeah, Mr. Carlton was literally rumbling in his chest, hot eyes glued to my curves. If I hadn’t been wet before, that sound, so masculine and possessive, threw everything into high gear.

Because I should have been humiliated. I should have felt used, like nothing but a piece of meat. But it wasn’t like that at all. In fact, the opposite. I loved the feel of his eyes on me. I loved the feel of that hot blue gaze eating my curves. My pussy was so wet. I wanted to touch myself like I did at night, to twist and turn while crying out his name.

But this wasn’t the time.

Because Mason wanted something specific.

So slowly, I sat down again in the big leather chair and licked my chapped lips. Nerves wracked my frame, but it was different now. Flames of desire flared through my body, flickering between my nipples and newly exposed pussy.

And with Mr. Carlton’s eyes devouring everything, I leaned back in the chair. The scent of expensive leather rose up along with the aroma of my steamy cunt. Did he mind that I was dripping juices onto this expensive piece of furniture?

Absolutely not. Mr. Carlton’s eyes were absolutely focused on my sweet spot, glued to my pussy like it was the tastiest candy. Those blazing blue eyes flared as he stared, a hard and possessive male animal ready to conquer. And emboldened, I raised my knees, spreading my thighs wide so that my cunt was open just for him—the first man to see it. Unable to stop myself, I wriggled in the chair, teasing.

He moved closer, growling with approval, his cock a long and stiff pole, clearly visible beneath the loose cloth. But he didn’t touch himself, maintaining complete control.

Cooing slightly, I writhed seductively.

“Do you want to see more?”

My voice came out breathy and hot. Most of my embarrassment was long gone for whatever reason. Mr. Carlton wanted to see my pussy and I loved it, moistening under his gaze.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Open wide for me, Beth. I want to see as much of you as possible.”

His voice came out low and rough, and the sound scraped something raw deep inside.

A low whimper left my throat, and I pulled my knees further back obediently, tilting my hips up. Another low growl escaped his throat, that big form one hundred percent focused on me. And then I did something so dirty that surprise bloomed in my chest. A small hand slipped between my thighs and slowly pulled my labia apart to show him everything, just like he wanted.

Oh god, was this really happening? Was I really holding my pussy open, showing my ruby red insides for a strange man?

But yeah, it was happening. And it felt so good, the moisture beading at my small hole, another moan escaping my lips.

Because it was unbelievably exciting.

Breathtaking.

Titillating and hot.

We both stared as a drop of juice coagulated at my vaginal entrance before sliding wetly down my ass, leaving a slick trail on a fleshy white cheek.

And the alpha’s gaze never left my pulsing cunt.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “But more, sweet thing, I want more. Tilt your hips up and show me everything.”

Oh god, the rough command in his voice was so compelling, making my insides shiver. And I wanted this too. I was loving this as much as he was. Losing myself, I moaned and licked my lips, passion rising like a tide from within.

Because it happened then.

Without a moment of hesitation, I did as he asked, pulling my labia back further and giving him my all.

“Like this?” came my breathless mewl, brown eyes wide, a flush all over my body. “Do you mean like this, Mr. Carlton?”

And the alpha male leaned forwards in his seat then.

“Exactly like that sweetheart. Exactly like that.”

But this wasn’t gonna be a one-woman show. Slowly he advanced, a lion stalking its prey. And for the first time ever, he touched me, my skin tingling under his fingers, a gasp escaping my throat. Gently, big hands clasped my thighs, holding them open under gaze.

“Let me see,” came that raspy whisper. And positioning my hips perfectly, lifting my ass a bit, those blue eyes looked deep within, owning every inch of pussy acreage. I’ve never felt so exposed, yet so beautiful at once.

A low growl rang out from his chest then, a rumbling bark of approval.