His Baby: A Babycrazy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Come,” I growled, and Dr. Mel let herself in. Was I imagining things or were her cheeks flushed and those big boobies heaving? But it was true. In the five minutes it’d taken for me to get undressed, something had happened to Dr. Mel. She’d gone from curvy innocent to tempting siren, and I could almost see the dirty thoughts spinning in her head.

  Oh yeah. I love when I have that effect on women, especially when it’s on someone as hot as Dr. Mel. Because it just makes everything easier. And since this woman was about to probe my back-end, being on her good side was even more important.

  “Hello again,” she says with a professional smile, putting her clipboard down. “Are you ready?”

  I growl.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  And that’s the truth. When you have a family history like mine, there’s no such thing as being too ready. It just is, whether or not you like it. Ever since my uncle died, this exam has been on the back of my mind, and sure enough, when I turned forty, the notification popped up on my phone.

  SCHEDULE PROSTATE EXAM, it said, brooking no excuses.

  So yeah, I’m here. I’m with it. I’ve got all my clothes off, dressed only in this thin piece of nothing that’s masquerading as a hospital gown. I hop off the exam table, and sure enough, the paper tears from knee to thigh, leaving my dick visible through a hole in the gown.

  “Oh shit,” I growl, pulling it back in place. “Sorry about that.”

  Melissa starts for a moment, her eyes fixed on my huge, hung dick. But then she shakes her head and comes back to herself.

  “No, it’s no problem,” she murmurs, cheeks slightly pink. “I’m going to see it all anyways, given what we’re about to do together.”

  I want to correct her. You’re about to do a prostate exam on me, honey. There’s no “together” about it. You’re going to stick that tiny finger into my butt hole and root around in there to see if anything’s amiss.

  But the words are too rude and crude. I’m tempted to say them, of course, but it’s too soon. Once Dr. Mel and I know each other better, the sentences will come on their own. Or better yet, when I have her in my bed, that curly hair wrapped around my dick, I’ll say anything and everything I want as the filth flows from my lips.

  Shut the fuck up, the voice in my head admonishes. You’re about to get her finger up your butt, but instead you’re thinking about bedding her? Are you serious?

  But it makes a sick sort of sense. Because ever since I laid eyes on this woman, the prospect of feeling her inside me has turned me on. In fact, my dick’s already semi-hard, the blood flowing hotly as I take in that curvy form. She looks up at me, brown eyes knowing yet innocent at once.

  “I’m ready,” Dr. Mel says, snapping on her plastic gloves. “If you’d be so kind as to bend over right here? Legs apart please.”

  Fuck. It’s really happening and I pray she doesn’t notice my quickly stiffening dick.

  “Sure,” is my grunt as I lean forwards, bracing my hands against the exam table. “Like this?”

  She pauses a moment.

  “Mr. Jackson,” comes that musical voice. “You’re only bent over at a forty-five degree angle right now. I need you at ninety. Maybe if you lowered yourself to your elbows? Or even lay flat with your cheek against the exam table?”

  Aw shit. I’ve done fucked up shit in bed before, but most of the time, it was the woman spread out like a tasty feast. It wasn’t me in the vulnerable poses, revealing my all.

  But this is a medical exam, so slowly, I prop myself up on my elbows, hard body tense.

  “Is this good?” comes my growl.

  “A little further,” is her soft coo. “I really think it would be better if you lay down all the way. Abs against the surface, your cheek flat along the exam table.”

  Oh shit. But I can’t say no to this gorgeous woman, and slowly, I do as told. My massive form pastes itself against the soft, cushiony leather, rock-hard abs supported by the table with my butt right at the edge of the ledge.

  A whispery soft touch grazes against my hip.

  “Back up please,” she murmurs, and with a grunt, I obey. Now my ass is protruding almost right up against her, jutting out from the table at a ninety degree angle.

  “Legs spread, please,” comes her soft voice. Is it my imagination, or was there a tremble of need in that tone? I want to turn around and ravage her, pressing my lips to her, but unfortunately, all I can do is spread like she asks.

  “Like this?” I growl.

  The woman softly brushes the paper away from my back, the two halves falling down my sides to reveal me in all my glory. She can see everything now because the only things keeping my gown on are the tie around my neck and the flimsy armholes. From the waist down, I’m fucking nude with that muscled ass in the air and thick, tree-trunk thighs spread to show her everything. Not to mention my dick. Because at this point, it’s not just hard, it’s fucking rock-solid. That soft voice and gentle touch have done this to me, and my balls are already high and tight, dick throbbing angrily.

  “Ignore it,” I say roughly. “It happens sometimes.”

  She lets out a low giggle.

  “Of course,” is that soft coo. “It’s a natural physical reaction.”

  Oh shit, what does that mean? Does she mean that this happens to her a lot? Has this happened even once before? Suddenly, I’m filled with rage. What if she’s got a truckload of hot studs who come in for their prostate exams, each and every one of them getting hard when she touches them? Holy shit, is this a common occurrence?

  Fortunately, even through the sea of red, my conscience keeps it together. Calm down, tiger, it soothes. Most dudes don’t come for their first prostate exam until their mid-fifties. You’re only here at forty because of your family history.

  I take a deep breath, trying to process. Because it’s true. Prostate screening only kicks in when a man hits fifty or so, so most of Mel’s patients are probably senior citizens. It’s most likely a fucking gross sight. They’re probably hairy and wrinkled, with buttocks that sag and that musty, old-man smell. Shit, if you wanted me to touch some wizened seventy-year old ogre, I’d probably puke first before smashing you into the ground.

  So I take another deep breath, calming myself. She didn’t say that her patients regularly get hard-ons, the voice in my head speaks again. She just said that physical reactions are normal and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.

  I nod to myself before looking at her over one shoulder.

  “Is this good?” comes my low rumble as I lower myself further. “We ready to start?”

  She smiles at me, cheeks pink, and her huge breasts heave a bit with each breath. Oh shit, the female’s turned on too, and I can see her perky nipples poking out from beneath her blouse. Oh yeah, that white lab jacket’s gone and she’s wearing a tight dress with the sleeves rolled up.

  “Let me just pull the lamp over,” she mewls, sitting down and positioning the stool so that it’s right between my spread legs. Fuck. I can almost feel her warm breath blowing against my ass, the female’s that close. The scrape of wheels sound, and a light is flicked on in back of me, highlighting my sculpted ass.

  “Ohhhh,” is her slight murmur of appreciation.

  Any other man would be embarrassed but instead, I just smirk.

  “I thought you did a lot of these exams,” is my low growl.

  She blushes, her eyes flickering to mine for a moment.

  “I do,” she replies softly. “But not a lot of guys look as … as ….”

  “As what?” I rasp, brows raised. “Finish your sentence, sweetheart.”

  Her eyes flicker to my quickly before dropping back to my ass. By now, I’m positive I can feel her warm breath against my anus, and my pleats tighten instinctively, begging to be touched.

  “Melissa,” I growl again. “Finish your sentence. Don’t make me ask twice.”

  Those big brown eyes turn to me again, and this time they hold my blue gaze.

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�I’ve never seen a man as beautiful as you,” she admits in a whisper. “You’re gorgeous Mr. Jackson.”

  And fuck, but the words do me in. Because I’ve heard everything from hot stud to hung beast. But “beautiful”? Naw, that’s new to me and I seize her gaze with my own.

  “Then go for it, sweetheart,” is my low, persuasive voice. “Make me feel good.”

  And with that, the girl inhales sharply, her eyes never leaving my anus.

  “Yes, Mr. Jackson,” she whispers. “I will.”

  And in the next moment, the good doctor leans forward and presses a kiss to my anus. Ohhh, fuck! It feels so good, that small tongue whispering around my pleats, her lips so juicy and soft. My ass contracts on its own before spreading once again beneath her ministrations, my dick jerking and twitching on its own. Because suddenly, the prospect of a prostate exam just got a lot better … and suddenly I can’t wait to see what happens next.

  Chapter 5

  Melissa

  I’m the one who’s supposed to be in charge, and yet the tables are turned. Instead, it’s Mace Jackson controlling me. Sure, I’m the one with the medical degree and the trayful of tools at my side. I’m the one with all the power supposedly as the man lies prone, his huge hulking form crouched over the exam table.

  And yet, I’m the one who’s out of control because I can’t tear my eyes away from his ass. It’s the most gorgeous one I’ve seen in my career, not to mention my life. No puny, limp cheeks here. Instead, the alpha male is rock-solid all over with a carved butt sculpted from granite. Not only that but his legs are powerful like a centaur, thickly muscled and covered with a light dusting of hair.

  As if that’s not enough, there’s the pucker itself. Mace split his legs just like I asked, and I lean forward again, pulled towards him like a magnet. Oh fuck, he’s beautiful. Those bronzed ass cheeks part, and there’s a sliver of white between his thighs, leading down to his scrotum and then that huge, hard, heavy cock dangling down below.

  But dangling isn’t the right word because this man is aroused. And I mean aroused, aroused. He’s got a huge horse cock that’s stiff and straight, at least ten inches long and throbbing with power.

  “Does it hurt?” I whisper against his backside. Of course, I haven’t moved yet. How can I? I’m mesmerized just sitting between his legs, taking in this tableaux of masculinity.

  His dick jerks a little, a pearl of pre-cum forming at the tip. And I watch, mouth agape as the pearl enlarges until it drips off his tip to the floor, a long, strand of sticky white cum connecting his glans to a quickly growing small puddle.

  “Naw, it doesn’t hurt,” he rasps. “You haven’t touched me yet sweetheart. But if you mean does my cock ache, then yes it does.”

  I gasp, eyes wide because the man’s not even embarrassed. He’s nude and confident, standing with his legs spread, dick proud and aroused in my exam room. Any other guy would have dissembled, saying something about “this has never happened before” or “I’m just not used to it.” But not Mace Jackson. The man seizes my gaze over his shoulder, the blue eyes looking straight into my soul.

  “But you know what would make it better?” he asks, that voice caressing my soul. “If you took off your gloves.”

  I start involuntarily, the breath leaving my lips.

  “I’m sorry?” is my stammer. “My gloves?”

  Again, the alpha male isn’t even embarrassed. He nods again, a sly smirk on that handsome face.

  “That’s right, honey. Take off the gloves and give me the exam with nothing between us.”

  I gasp again, cheeks flushing bright red. Oh shit, my nipples feel so tight and wetness is already leaking down below. There’s gonna be a mess on this stool after we’re done. But I can’t help it. Mace Jackson is a master puppeteer and I’m the willing puppet ready to do his bidding.

  Plus, this is totally against the rules. Gloves are part and parcel of my practice, and in fact, I often wash my hands before putting on gloves so that everything’s sterile and clean. So what the hell? What is this man asking me to do?

  But there’s a certain allure to skin on skin, and I have to admit that it sounds tempting. I want to feel that manly butt with my hands. I want to trail my fingers over the sculpted curves before burrowing into that tight, deep hole. So with our eyes locked, slowly, I take off each glove before throwing the unused rubber into the trash bin at my side.

  “That’s it,” he says persuasively, blue eyes sparking with heat. “Now go ahead, sweet thing. Do your exam.”

  I take a deep breath and lean forwards again, kissing his anus. The man’s eyes flutter closed as he jerks, that big butt contracting beneath me.

  “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 go
rgeous 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.