The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

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"God, yes!" Polly exclaimed at his filthy words. "Use me, daddy."

Michael kept pumping her up and down. "Looks good down there, huh, Mason?"

Mason cleared his throat as his arousal had nearly choked him up, "Very."

"Mase," Michael said. "I think it's time you owned her ass. I think it's time you took what's yours, man."

Perhaps it was calling Mason "man" or giving him leave to switch, but Mason quickly morphed into a different man.

He got to his feet and began to undress, looking Michael in the eye the entire time. Mason's eyes were dark, pupils dilated - the blue almost completely gone. He fisted his cock in his hand as he looked down at the woman getting fucked in front of him.

"Is that what you want, you little whore?" Mason asked as he slapped her ass.

Besides his kissing during make-out sessions, Mason never dominated Polly. "You want your ass fucked?" He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she could see him. "You want me to rape that dirty little fuck hole? Rip into you? Stretch your slutty little ass open so it gapes?"

Polly was just blinking and panting. His words along with the fuck she was getting was setting her aflame. "M-Mason...". Who was this man?

Mason pulled her further up by her hair so he could whisper near her ear. "When I fuck your ass, you call me master. Got that, whore?"

A feral, beast had been awakened - uncaged and on edge. Michael eyed his friend who stood with his muscles taunt and his cock in hand. It was like a god cast down from Olympus, ready to conquer the mere humans before him.

"Y-yes, m-master," Polly panted, repeating the name he gave himself.

"Beg for it," Mason bit out as he began to gather some of the slick dripping from her full pussy. He took it and circled her asshole.

Polly loved having her ass fingered. She often begged Michael to finger her there while they fucked like animals.

Michael tilted his head and eyes to the side table. Mason and Polly knew why. Michael kept the lube there for when they fucked in the living room.

Mason pulled the drawer open and took out the bottle. "I bet a slut like you doesn't even need this, do you?" He asked with a raised brow. "But because I want to use this ass more than once tonight, I'm going to be a gentleman and get this hole nice and slippery."

Mason had never fucked a woman's ass before, but he had been fucked plenty of times by Michael. He knew what felt good. He knew what would hurt. It was important that a virgin asshole had plenty of time and lubricant. Both of which he had in spades.

The creak of the plastic bottle top opening made Polly turn her head again, this time voluntarily. But Mason had moved out of her line of sight.

And before she knew it, Mason was bent over her ass with his breath centimeters from her hole. "I-I haven't sh-showered," she said as her hand flew out behind her.

"Grab her arms," Mason told Michael as his hands grabbed her ass cheeks. At this point, Michael had nearly stopped all movement inside here and was enjoying the show.

"My pleasure," Michael said with an evil smirk. He took her wrists and put them behind her back, holding them in one strong hand. "You need to learn to obey, Polly. I don't think Mason is playing around tonight."

Polly's cheek rested on Michael's dusty Yankee's shirt. It smelled of body wash and sweat. "He's not," she whispered just for him.

"You love it," he whispered back, to which she just nodded.