“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.