In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Eight - Chapters 107-110 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Eight - Chapters 107-110

... love. I’m glad you like the dress. I’ve arranged for you to have your hair, nails, and makeup done in our massage room on the lower level. Although you look incredibly hot with my cum on your tits and running down your leg, you might wish to shower before you head down. I’ve left a fluffy robe for you in the bathroom.”

Grace smiled. “That’s sweet, but none of my robes fit right now.”

“This one will; trust me.”

Grace stood in the shower and reveled in the afterglow of hot, nasty sex while the water rained down on her, washing away the evidence. She’d been momentarily disappointed when Mac didn’t join her in the shower, but she could hardly complain. He’d given her exactly what she needed, with the promise of more.

And wasn’t that just so like him? She marveled at how lucky she was to have found a man who totally understood her varied needs—one who knew when to spoil her like a princess, when to fuck her like a whore, and everything else in between.

She thought back to the day they’d met. It was downstairs, in his office, with his bitch of an admin, Alice, trying hard to spoil things. But McKinley Stewart looked at her, and she felt all her defenses crumble. Best of all, she knew the man she wanted was there, inside him, waiting to come out and be hers. Her Mac. God, she was so fucking lucky!

After toweling off, she picked up the robe, eying it suspiciously; she’d never seen it before. It was an ultra-soft terrycloth in pale pink. As she slipped it on, she ...

... felt joy wash over her. It fit perfectly. Of course, it did; Mac promised it would. She put a protective hand on her belly and whispered to her unborn daughter, “Someday, you’ll find a man who loves and understands you as your father does me. Don’t you dare ever settle for less.”

Noticing that the dress was no longer draped over the chair, she smiled. Of course, Mac had it taken to the lower level, where her mini-spa time awaited her so that she could change down there.

When the elevator doors opened, she was greeted by three cheerful women who would spend the next couple of hours rediscovering the sophisticated wife of a wealthy man that she was, instead of the pregnant country bumpkin that she’d felt like in recent days.

When Grace’s transformation was complete, she looked in the mirror. She sighed, pleased to see the resemblance of the elegant escort she’d been in her early days with Mac, albeit with a basketball under her dress where her once-flat abdomen had previously existed.

For the second time today, she met Mac’s eyes in the mirror and was overwhelmed by the mix of love and lust in his expression.

“You’re so beautiful!” he said once he’d been caught staring at her.

She turned and rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Mac! I feel beautiful. This is exactly what I needed. We can go to McDonald’s for all I care.”

Mac pressed his mouth to her ear and said, “You look so fucking hot; I can’t wait to take this dress off you later ...