Page 79 of Choices

"Will you do me the honor of letting me stretch that delicious ass of yours?"

I snort-laugh before buckling over at the waist and laughing the hardest I've laughed in decades. This ridiculous man.

Of course, that's the type of diamond and proposal Matty would offer me. I laugh so hard, that tears stream down my eyes, but then I look at him, worried I've offended him.

I kneel in front of him on my kitchen floor and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him. His lips are tight and tentative at first like he's still waiting for an answer still. So I pull back from him.

"Of course I will."

Matty hugs me back, before giving me a kiss so passionate, he bends me at the waist and lays me down on the tile floor of the kitchen. I move my stomach rolls so they're more comfortable, not an ounce of me shy about it. He pulls back, a sparkle in his eye. "You didn't really think I was going to propose, did you?"

I give him a quick peck on the lips. "I was worried, yes."

He gives me a quizzical look. "I know you don't want to get married again. I listen." I wrap my arms around him.

"I'm so glad that you do."

"Hold on tight." He says, holding my hands against his neck, and he stands and drags me with him.

"Alright then, love, lay stomach-down across the island."

"Wha - what? Now? The kids are home."

"Well, then you're going to have to be really quiet. Can you do that for me, Hannah?" The way he says my name sends shivers down my spine.

All three of my kids are heavy sleepers. Viv has nightmares sometimes, but they're usually in the early hours of the morning. The chances of them waking up are slim to none. So I do as Matty says.

"You have no idea how much Rico wants in your ass. Aren't I such a good best friend? Stretching you out for him?"

I can't help but laugh and roll my eyes.

The cold of the counter seeps through the fabric of my dress, and with the edge of the counter firmly in the crease of my hips, my toes can barely touch the floor. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable in this position, but I trust Matty, and I want this.

I tried anal a few times in college, but we really didn't know what we were doing. It hinted at something that could have been enjoyable, but the pain took away any pleasure.

But the idea of trying it again, with these men - the mental image of taking them all at the same time? Tightens my nipples, quickens my breathing, and sends a hot wet lust straight to my panties.

Matty drags a hand down my spine gently. "So fucking beautiful."

A shiver works its way down my spine. Matty drags one big hand over one cheek, down the back of my thigh until he can slip that hand up my skin and under my skirt. Slowly, he drags his warm hand up the back of my thigh and over my ass, exposing me to the chilled air.

"Fuck, Hannah. You have the best ass I've ever seen." His large hand squeezes one of the globes of my ass and I suppress the urge to squirm.

He gently drags my panties down to my ankles, but leaves them there, dangling off of my ankles. My center is already slick with anticipation and the chill in the air makes me shiver.

"Such a beautiful ass." He murmurs quietly to himself. Matty puts the velvet box on the island next to me where I can see it, only increasing the anticipation.

I hear a quick snick of a cap and chuckle quietly. "Oh, you know, your typical family lawyer always comes equipped with a butt plug and lube."

Matty returns a chuckle. "Naturally."

He drips some of the cold lube down my crack, making me jump again.

"Cold!" I squeal.

"I got you, baby." He whispers, running his thumb down my crack and rimming my hole.

"Deep breaths, baby, it's just a little pressure. Relax for me, baby. Let me in." The smooth, deep lullaby of his voice helps me relax.

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