#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

Because for a while after I got back with the billionaire, something kept holding me back.

What was it?

Fear?

Anxiety?

Lack of trust?

Even I couldn’t say. Maybe all of that.

In bed, I was all his. Willing and open anytime he wanted, moaning my pleasure into his ear. My body was totally his to do whatever he liked. Any time. Any place.

But not my mind. There was an invisible wall around my heart, the bricks solid and built real high, protecting me even as I shrieked his name.

And Mason could sense it. I could see it in his eyes. But he never pushed. The billionaire was always patient, going slow to bring out that portion of my soul that was kept under wraps.

And now, he’d finally done it.

This weekend, when Mason invited me and my folks down to meet Rhonda, a new chapter opened for us.

The loss of trust that came from the mess with the fuck book was finally something we could put behind us. Because it’s been a year of scorching honesty. A year of therapy, a year of slowly rebuilding bridges. And now, I trust him again. It wasn’t easy but at last, I have full confidence in our future.

Mason didn’t just own my body, he owned my soul.

“Baby, I need you so much,” was my panting cry into his mouth. “Please.”

Those blue eyes gleamed.

“I know sweetheart. I’m yours.”

“Then please,” I gasped again, as he helped me out of my clothes. “Please now.”

And in two seconds flat, we were going sixty miles an hour. I was poised on the bed, hands and knees spread, lifting my giant ass towards him, swaying this way and that.

The billionaire couldn’t look away, eyes all over that pink slit.

“You’re baiting me, aren’t you?” he growled. “You’re baiting me with that pretty pussy.”

There was no way to deny it.

“Yes,” I mewled sweetly. “Please Mr. Carlton, I need it.”

And the alpha was behind me in an instant, kneeling in back of that white shelf. But instead of pushing straight in, the billionaire leaned down for a moment, licking my slick crevice.

“Ummmh!” I moaned, burying my face in the mattress, fingers gripping helplessly at the sheets. “Oh god, yes!”

“That’s right,” came his muffled words. “That’s right, you’re goddamn wet. But I want something different tonight.”

Letting out another strangled cry, I moaned once more.

“Anything,” was my pant, big boobs dragging on the coverlet. “Anything.”

And quickly, Mason tongued my anal hole, lightly brushing against that brown star.

“Yes,” I moaned, reaching two hands back to spread the white heft, revealing the darkness within. “Yes, if you want it, it’s yours,” I panted again, pleats already contracting instinctively at the feel of his hot breath blowing against that sensitive spot.

Because of course, we’ve done anal multiple times. It’s something I’ve grown to love, that thick fuckstick up my back end, making me squirm and mewl. It feels so good to be stretched unbearably, to know that my ass belongs to the billionaire.

But Mason wanted something different this time.

“Sweetheart,” he growled. “I want you to sit down on it.”

My face flushed, body going hot and tingling all over.

“Wha-what do you mean?” came my gasp, head twisting to gaze at him over one slim shoulder. “How?”

He growled again, blue eyes hot.

“Exactly what it sounds like. I want you to sit down on my fuckshaft. You think you can do that, sweetheart? You think you can press that anus down tight on my dong?”

I mewled again, shaking my head, eyes wild.

“No. No, I can’t. You’re too big, you know that. It has to be worked in, little by little, it’s the only way.”

But Mason chuckled deep in his chest then, eyes still gleaming.

“That’s right honey, I love working myself into your butt. I love how tight and rancid it is, that little asshole resisting as I fuck it hard. But this time I want you to do the honors. Just try, okay?” he ground out, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. “Here, I’ll get it wet first.”

And with that, the big man spread my folds and thrust long and hard into my pussy.

“Unnnh!” I shrieked, eyes squeezed shut as that fuckpole took charge. Oh god, it felt good, his dicktip reached all the way into my abdomen, pussy gushing uncontrollably. “Oh god!”

“That’s right,” the billionaire rasped behind me. “That’s right, get that shaft lubed up. Let your pussy go.”

And after a few more deep, penetrating strokes, Mason withdrew his cock entirely, making me mewl. The ache in my cunt was so painful, empty and begging for fulfillment.

But Mason growled again, intent on having his way.

“It’s all greased up now sweetheart. We’re completely lubed, your pussy goo all over my rod. So you ready? You good to go?”

But the question was rhetorical because the billionaire’s glans was already pressing at my back hole.

“Unnh!” I squealed, pleats contracting reflexively at the brush of that hot rod. “Oh god!”