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  Laney’s whole body tensed, from her shoulders all the way down to her toes, a slight yelp escaping her lips. Her face pressed into the mattress, weight supported by her shoulders even as those two ass cheeks spread even more.

  “Take me, Mason,” she panted breathlessly, voice muffled by the bed. “Take me I’m yours.”

  Oh yeah, my little slut was out, her pink pussy dripping ferociously now. Quickly, I bent and pressed my lips to her soaked pussy, making her shriek. Atta girl.

  “Shh, baby girl,” was my low rumble. “Just relax. I’m going to make you feel so good that soon enough, you’ll be begging to be my anal slut.” Slowly, I ran my tongue up the side of her neck from in back, hands roaming every inch of those luscious curves, cock nestled right in her ass crack between those giant cheeks.

  She swayed as if her legs were going to give out.

  Slowly, I helped her up, one arm around her waist so that her back was pressed against my muscular chest. Then without any warning, that fuckpole plunged into her pussy, penetrating so deep that I touched Laney’s cervix with my tip, balls nuzzled against her wetness.

  The girl screamed and then moaned loudly, fingers clutching at my wrists.

  “Oh yes, Mason!” she moaned, eyes closed and head lolling against my shoulder. I could see down at those giant boobies, heaving heavily as I nailed that juicy cunt. “Oh Mr. Evercore, more!”

  Fuck, it seemed that no matter how many times I tore apart her twat, it was just as tight as ever. And if her pussy fit me like a glove, I couldn’t even imagine how tight her ass would be.

  I growled, biting her neck, nails digging into her flesh, cock twitching inside of that juicy flesh.

  “Mason,” was all she could manage before I slid out slowly, pushing her back down. Aw shit. My lovepole was slick with her juices, slimy and wet with pussy cum. All the better. Because with no hesitation whatsoever, I started to force myself into her ass.

  The girl shrieked at the intrusion, back stiffening as her profile raised to the ceiling. But I was relentless, even as I tried to make it feel good. Shit, she was just so fucking small, her asshole resisting me.

  “Relax, honey,” came my harsh growl. “Take a deep breath and relax your butt sweetheart. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

  She squealed again, my cock halfway up her butt, the pole sticking out between those creamy cheeks. But the girl took my advice. Squinching her eyes shut, she took a deep breath and then exhaled, that anal passage opening up a bit.

  And that’s all it took. My fat cock slid up another couple inches, burying itself into her rectum.

  “Oh!” came her shriek. “Oh oh oh!”

  “That’s good sweetheart,” was my low rumble, cock as hard as fuck as her ass swallowed the giant fuckpole. “That’s real good. Just a little more.”

  And tossing her hair back, Laney did it. She inhaled again and let go with a great whoosh, butt loosening a fraction. And with one more slip and slide, I was in all the way, fully buried in her rectum. Oh yeah, that sphincter let go with a pop, and the ten incher plugged her ass good, squeezed tight in that scorching heat.

  “Fuck baby,” was all I could manage, big body tight as I crouched over that sweet female form. “Fuck your butt is tight.”

  And Laney is a butt slut. Because she began humping my dick soon, first just small jiggles up and down, but soon it was a deep slide, the female moans rising in volume as I pumped that big ass.

  “Fuck baby,” I managed again. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  Because with my cock buried inside, my hand slipped around that curvy torso down to her puss, thumb toying with her clit, flicking it back and forth until her juices gushed like a river.

  And like a delicacy, I offered the nectar in the palm of my hand. She lapped it like a dog, sucking one finger than another even as I pounded her ass from the back, owning that anal hole.

  Shit, this was unbelievable

  This woman always manages to surpass my wildest expectations.

  And just like that, it went from wild to the fucking apocalypse. I pounded that ass brutally, her anus getting plugged with ten inches of dick again and again.

  Laney screamed in pleasure, throwing her curls back as those big boobies swayed, pussy dripping like a fucking fountain. And then her anal walls tightened around me.

  Oh yeah, it was coming.

  At first it was just one involuntary clench.

  Then two.

  And then her butt burst, wracked with spasms, milking my pole again and again.

  “Mason!” she screamed to the heavens, that perfect profile tilted upwards. “OH Mr. Evercore!”

  And hearing my name on her lips threw me over the edge. Because what could be better than fucking my wife’s meaty butt as she clamped and clenched like a level ten earthquake. With a grunt, I exploded.

  “Laney FUCK!” was my roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  And just like that the sperm began to flow. Oh yeah, blast after blast hot white spurted into her backdoor, coating her GI tract with virile jizz. And like a good little girl, her bottom sucked it up, pulling it even deeper into that curvy body.

  “Ohhhh,” Laney moaned, cheek pressed to her mattress with eyes closed. “Oh god, yes.”

  The cum inside my balls pumped like mad, spewing from my tip and coating her insides, overfilling the girl.

  Laney moaned again, bottom still milking me.

  “Yes, give it to me big boy,” she mewled urgently, big boobies smashed against the coverlet. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  I’m an alpha with loads of cum. But on our honeymoon night, the Guinness Book of World Records was broken. Because I fucking pumped everything into that delightful butt, gallon after gallon of hot sperm shooting into her round bottom. And my girl loved it, sucking it up inside, even pushing some of it into her pussy when it overflowed.

  “Yes,” Laney moaned again, fingers spreading the cum into her snatch. “Yes, put it where it belongs.”

  My cock twitched again, ejaculating another hot white lash. Because yeah, there was so much that it seeped out of her hole and down her thighs.

  Shit.

  Aw fuck.

  Only for my wife.

  And with one last deep thrust and grunt, I pulled her into my arms and rolled us to our sides, cock still buried deep inside of that enormous bottom.

  But the dam had burst, and words flowed from my lips in a torrent, unable to stop.

  “I love you,” I whispered into her ear. “You hear that sweet thing? I love you and you’re mine,” was my fierce declaration. Instantly, I could feel the heat radiating from her whole form, boobies rising as she inhaled sharply.

  And Laney twisted her head back, shooting me a coy glance.

  “I know, Mr. Evercore. I’ve always known.”

  And the air whooshed from my lungs then. Because this woman has me by the balls. The whole time, I figured I’d been playing her. I’d been the one leading the dance, taking a naïve girl out for a spin.

  But that’s not right at all. Because it’s actually the opposite. Laney Evercore has me wrapped around her little finger, and in that moment, I drowned. I became a lost man, uncaring to anything and everything but this woman. Because Laney belongs to me … and shit, but I belong to her as well.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Laney

  Six months later …

  I stared at the calendar in disbelief. I couldn’t believe that today was my six-month anniversary. It felt like it was just yesterday when Mason carried me into that dingy little cabin and ravished my bottom, popping my anal cherry.

  I shivered just at the memory, down there tingling deliciously.

  Because growing up, I’d heard horror stories about anal sex, but in all honesty, I kind of liked it. Hell, who was I kidding? As long as it was Mason’s cock that plunged into my tight little hole, then I loved it. So much. In fact, I’ve become his anal slut since then, even preferring it to pussy sex. I don’t know, but there’s just something about riding your husband,
his thick meaty cock deep in your ass as you bounce up and down.

  Call me a slut, but I’m his slut.

  Mr. Evercore’s plaything.

  His lover, wife, and confidante all rolled up into one.

  I sighed.

  But Mason was still in prison.

  This appeal has been a constant, tiring, messy battle. The courts were fighting us on every little thing, dragging out the process as much as possible. They were toying with us, trying to make an example out of Mason.

  Well, screw that. We’ll figure it out. You can’t beat down an alpha male like my husband. You’ll never win.

  In the meantime, I went to the prison every single week.

  And I always came back hot and satisfied. No matter how many times we coupled, somehow it managed to get better each and every time. Him everywhere. All over me. Growling and roaring, pumping me full in all of my holes.

  Oh god, it was good. My insides always dripped afterwards, so sore and achy, sperm trailing from my sweetest spots.

  And needless to say, all work on the prison newspaper stopped. Sure, I went into the program wanting to help people, but now, all I wanted to do was spend time with my husband. Was that so strange?

  Sure, my co-workers gave me lip, but I didn’t care.

  “You did what?” screeched Priscilla, her lips pursed into a tight line. “What the hell?”

  “I did,” was my soft murmur, head nodding. “Mason and I are married now.”

  “But why?” asked Jane, shaking her head with wonder. “And when?”

  My shrug was nonchalant.

  “We were supposed to be working on the San Nemo Times, and I guess we fell in love,” was my natural reply. “Love can find you anywhere.”

  But it was my male coworkers who were the worst.

  “You’ll regret it,” sneered Matthew, lip curved into a condescending smile. “The guy’s a fucking felon. What were you thinking?”

  Immediately, my mouth filled with saliva, pulse pounding.

  “Please don’t talk about my husband that way,” was my terse reply. “I don’t appreciate it.”

  That sneer became a leer, his eyes gleaming and malicious.

  “Please Laney. It’s the truth. Mason Evercore is a felon, it’s not top secret.”

  And with that, Matthew was gone, sauntering off to harass someone else. After that, he didn’t talk to me anymore, and it was for the better. Haters are never welcome, and I had more important things to think of.

  Because as I stirred my coffee, my eyes fell to the packet of birth control pills on the kitchen counter. I was supposed to take them each morning, but the pack was still full, each bubble with a pink pill within.

  Slowly, my fingers reached out for the silver foil, intending on popping one out.

  But I couldn’t.

  Something about it felt wrong. My body’s worked fine for twenty-five years, and I didn’t want to subject it to unnecessary chemicals.

  Because if we were really worried about pregnancy, Mason could requested some condoms from the prison dispensary. But he never did. He argued that fucking me bareback felt so much better, raw and true. And all that mattered to me was feeling his thick, veiny cock pounding me at a breakneck pace.

  Plus, I loved it when his cum just flew straight from his dick and into my cunt, pumping me full. The feeling of his hot, sticky jism coating every inch was a feeling that made me go hot and loose inside, one hundred percent woman.

  And knowing that I was fertile, and that he was devastatingly virile? All the better. The loving was even hotter, my pussy sucking his goo deep inside.

  Finally, the coffee machine dinged. I filled up a thermos and carried it out the door, hurrying to the bus stop.

  It was time to see my man again, and I couldn’t wait.

  But this time, we weren’t meeting at the prison. Instead, Mason’s appeal was being heard today, and I was one of the first people to arrive at the courthouse. The empty chamber made me feel nervous, wood paneled with high ceilings, rows and rows of pews facing the stand.

  Incredibly nervous, I swallowed heavily. Had I gotten the time wrong? The date? I checked my phone for the billionth time, but from what I could tell, the hearing was today.

  So slowly, I took a seat in the front as people began to trickle in. Ah, there was the press, a couple guys with cameras, some with notebooks and pencils. Bummer. As a billionaire, Mason always attracted interest, especially during a high-profile appeal.

  But everything melted away when he was brought into the room. It’s still like this, even six months after we were married. The world disappeared into a haze, everything losing focus except for this man.

  My heart stopped, our eyes tangled.

  Oh god. Mason was so handsome with that coal-black hair and blazing blue eyes. His suit was black, sharply tailored, emphasizing the broad shoulders and perfect musculature. Of course. My husband worked out in prison, honing that physique. I knew every inch of him, from the tip of his nails to every vein in that straining cock.

  How in the world had I gotten so lucky? He was mine, all mine.

  And as Mason walked by, our gazes locked.

  I smiled.

  But he didn’t smile back, expression impassive.

  Hmm, that was strange.

  Maybe he was trying to keep his expression stoic in the courtroom. It was probably a strategy to swing things to the positive. After all, emotions are exploited all the time by lawyers, they’re hyenas in suits.

  I dismissed the thought and watched my man take a seat next to his attorney in the front of the courtroom, those broad shoulders massive.

  God, I couldn’t get over how handsome he looked. My eyes scanned the back of his head, soaking Mason into every pore. And unbidden, images filled my head.

  Him, hard, hot and naked.

  His cock glistening with a pearl at the tip, aimed straight at my mouth.

  The man’s head thrown back, jaws clenched as he erupted deep in my body, any hole and every hole available for use.

  My husband was irresistible in every way. But I bit my lip because this was no place to get all hot and flustered. We were in the courtroom for crying out loud, on one of the most important days of his life.

  Mason could walk out a free man.

  Or he might be sent back to jail to finish the rest of his term.

  I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. Not now. We’d celebrate later, intimate and sensuous, our souls and bodies blending into one. But right now, other matters were at hand.

  I needed to be more like Mason.

  The alpha looked so calm, those blue eyes penetrating as always. Masterful and dominant.

  Eventually, he turned his head in my direction, staring right at me. But I couldn’t read his look. What was he thinking? Was he nervous inside? Was he riding a wave of turbulence, even as he sat still as a statue?

  I smiled once more, but his expression remained impassive.

  Hmm, odd.

  Not even one smile for your wife?

  To reassure her that everything would be well?

  I squared my shoulders, shooting him another tentative smile. It was just the endless ruminations. I was overthinking this. Everything was going to be fine.

  After all, the appeal had been going on for two weeks now and now we were at the bloody end.

  Once this was all over, we’d be together again. Whether in jail or out, I was prepared either way. I’m his wife after all, and we stick together through thick and thin.

  The judges finally appeared, filing into the courtroom in black robes. A pudgy bailiff called the court into session, and the usual legal mumbo-jumbo began, dragging out every little detail until most members of the audience were nodding off.

  I, however, was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I didn’t want to miss a thing. Besides, every minute that ticked away led us closer to some kind of conclusion.

  Whether good or bad, we’d be okay. Me and Mason would make it, no matter what.r />
  And after some more legal nonsense, the moment arrived.

  The panel of three judges took their positions, faces hard and stern.

  My heart tightened with fear.

  What happened if they found him guilty?

  One man began reading, paper in hand.

  But I couldn’t listen. My nerves were so tight that the words just skated over my ears, not making any sense. Oh no, what was happening?

  Was Mason staying in jail or not?

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Why wouldn’t my brain work?

  It was only when the billionaire stood, a triumphant look on his face that I understood the outcome.

  Mason’s verdict had been overturned! My husband was innocent and free to go. My heart began to pound, a dull roaring in my ears. But I managed not to make any sounds, just sitting there stunned.

  My love was innocent. Free to go. This had all been a huge mistake.

  I couldn’t believe it. The mere thought sent my pulse racing. Already, my mind thought up everything we could do together now that he was a free man. We could start a family. Move in together. Sleep in the same bed night after night. The possibilities were truly endless.

  And as court was adjourned, I rushed into his arms.

  “Mason,” was my breathless explanation. “You’re free.”

  But it was like running into a brick wall.

  For whatever reason, he was curiously stiff before pushing me away, expression hard.

  What?

  I tilted my head at him, furrowing my brow in confusion.

  Had I done something wrong?

  Was I not supposed to embrace my husband after such an amazing turn of events?

  Was this a PR thing?

  “I’ll give you two some time alone,” his attorney mumbled, clearing his throat in an awkward gesture before disappearing, refusing to look me in the eye.

  Why did I feel like a leper? This was a day to celebrate, to rejoice that the ills of the past were finally over. So I ignored him, even as my spidey sense tingled.

  “Isn’t this amazing?” was my happy burble, face wreathed in smiles. “We can be together now. You’re a free man.”