Page 57 of Dr. Baby Daddy

Oliver sits back with a sharp inhale as his gaze roams my body. He reaches behind me and snaps open my bra, letting the fabric fall away from my body.

“Fuck, Izzy. You’re gorgeous.”

He dips his head, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while his fingers tease the other into a stiffened peak. I arch my back, pushing my breasts against him as I writhe.

Oliver switches to the other side, sucking hard as my inner walls pulse. I sink my fingers into his hair, pulling him back. His chest is heaving as he stands with me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom.

After he lowers us to the bed, he takes his time peeling my panties down my legs, kissing my skin as he does. He sheds his own clothing quickly before nestling in the spot between my legs.

His shoulders push my thighs apart as he drags his tongue slowly up my slick folds. Oliver blows cool air onto my clit before taking it in his mouth as he enters me with two fingers.

“You feel so damn good.” I’m breathless as I lift my hips from the bed, trying to get him to thrust deeper into me.

He kisses a path up one inner thigh and down the other before his mouth covers my clit again. I moan as his fingers move faster, pushing deeper into me while his tongue flicks my clit.

It only takes a quick twist of his fingers to send me over the edge. He groans, licking every drop between my legs, his fingers still thrusting as I ride out the orgasm.

He pulls out, quickly replacing his fingers with his cock. Oliver inches into me, taking his time as he kisses my neck.

“Please, Oliver. I need more. I need you.” I claw at his back and hook a leg over his hip.

He chuckles and hovers above me. “Is that really what you want?”

“Yes.”

He flicks my nipple with his tongue before slamming into me. “Fine, but later I’m going to take my time with you. You’re going to be begging for release.”

“Later,” I gasp. “Right now, make me come.”

Oliver thrusts hard and fast, burying himself into me with each rock of his hips. I moan as my back arches, trying to take as much of him as I can. He groans and moves faster, his cock throbbing.

My pussy clamps down around him as I come. Oliver lifts my leg over his shoulder, deepening the angle. His hips rock harder into me as I clutch the sheets.

His cock stiffens as he comes. “I love you, Izzy.”

“I love you too.”

Oliver keeps thrusting until he’s spent. When he drops to the bed beside me, I can’t keep the satisfied smile off my face.

I roll over, leaning into his side as I trail a finger up the planes of his stomach. “I’m still mad at you, but I have to admit, I missed that.”

He laughs and kisses my temple. “You can be mad at me for as long as you like, as long as it means you’re mine and you might forgive me one day.”

I tilt my head up and kiss his jaw. “I already forgave you.”

“Good. It was going to be awfully awkward on our wedding day if you hadn’t.”

Laughing, I nestle into his side. “I think we’re safe to take some time to get there.”

“We can take as much time as we need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Those soft words whispered in the middle of the night are all I need to make me believe him.

Oliver is mine, and I’m his. We’re flawed and very different people, but when it comes down to it, he’s perfect for me.

The man beside me, humming songs I wrote in between talking about our future, is everything I’ve ever wanted.

EPILOGUE

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