Page 102 of Dr. Weston

Thwack.

“Oh!” I can’t control my whimper. The unexpected slap has my legs quivering.

I can feel his warm breath hit the shell of my ear as he bends over me. “You think I wouldn’t notice you squirming? Trying to rub those pretty thighs together for relief?”

Thwack.

“No one but me is making that pussy wet. You understand me?”

Overwhelmed, I’m unsure if I’m allowed to speak so I simply nod vigorously.

Cool air hits my skin as he steps away from me. I want desperately to watch what he’s doing, but if the slaps to my backside keep up at this rate, I’ll never be able to sit down.

“Oh, that ass. Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck that pretty little ass?”

Slap or no slap, I look over my shoulder in alarm. I never contemplated he would go there. I thought he merely meant he was going to be rough. Yet, I completely lose all concern over being initiated into that club when my eyes land on his hands. One hand is cupping his balls, while the other is stroking his cock, all while his eyes are feasting on my backside. Holy hell, this man.

Fighting the desire to squirm again, I try to face forward and keep my trembling limbs under control.

A few moments go by without feeling his touch, and it’s almost unnerving. What is he doing?

Broadie’s hand wraps around my throat, pulling my head back as I feel him tease my opening with the head of his cock. It’s taking all of my willpower not to back onto him. He’s making me crazy. Is this what he meant? He was going to torture me by making me wait for it?

All of a sudden, he slams into me and stills. I appreciate the brief moment of hesitation as my body attempts to accommodate the invasion. It doesn’t last long before he’s pounding into me. The more forceful the thrust, the tighter the hold on my throat. It’s not tight enough to make me lightheaded or fear for my ability to breathe. Yet it’s a constant reminder of who’s in charge. And boy, do I like it.

Thwack.

“Oh,” I cry. I wasn’t expecting that. But the sting of the strike of his palm combined with the rapid battering of my swollen flesh is making me come unglued. If he was that aggressive about squirming, what will he do if I can’t hold out until he gives me permission?

Before I can contemplate the possibilities, he pulls out and spins me around. Lifting my top over my shoulders, he quickly unsnaps my bra and throws it to the side before squeezing my breasts together, taking turns sucking from each one. Jeez, I’m almost euphoric. It’s like an out-of-body experience watching this man take what he wants.

Scooping me up into his arms, he carries me over to the sofa. As he tosses me down, I scoot back to make room. For what, I have no idea.

Broadie bends down, pulling my skirt from my hips so I’m completely bare to him. He stands beside the couch, still wearing his shirt, his pants unzipped, and his stiff cock exposed. When did he put the condom on? I watch intently as he begins to undress, devouring me with hungry eyes.

Once he’s naked, he climbs over top of me, straddling my chest. My eyes are wide in anticipation when he leans forward and repeatedly pushes his hard dick between my breasts. Good lord, this man is an animal. I had no idea this kind of thing happened in real life.

“You want to come, baby?”

Again, although I’d prefer to shout it from the rooftops, I nod.

He stands, pulls me up, and directs me to sit on his lap. I’m a little nervous about this position, given his size. But I follow his lead.

“You’re shaking. You scared, little one?”

I want to tell him no but also ask if he can keep calling me that. Shaking my head, I climb on top and hold onto his shoulders as I start to lower myself. But he places his hands on my hips and slams me down onto his rigid length, practically knocking the wind out of me.

“It’s okay, Pop,” he whispers as he caresses my ass with his hands. “Rock back and forth if you need to.”

Doing as he says, I can feel the moment when my inner walls relax. But the friction against my swollen skin as I sway to and fro is so good. I don’t want to stop.

“Up and down, baby. I need you to slide up and down on me.” He pants.

Putting added weight on my knees, I do as I’m told and am rewarded with the pad of a finger circling my swollen clit. I throw my head back in complete ecstasy, his tongue licking the underside of my breast before sucking a nipple into his mouth.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to wait for him to give me permission. I’m so wet, this orgasm is only moments away from happening. Will it make him mad? Will all my efforts to give him what he wants be in vain?

Unable to stop myself, the pace with which I’m riding him picks up.

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