Page 75 of Dr. Weston

“Please?”

He gives a curt nod, and I eagerly bend down to lick his tip. A hiss escapes him before I wrap my mouth around him and take him in as far as I can.

“Holy fuck.” Broadie’s hands are in my hair. His grip is firm but not painful. But the sounds he makes as I bob up and down on him are filling me with pride. “Baby, I need to be inside you. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He backs away, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, he scoops me up and carries me to the side of the bed.

Dropping me to my feet, he gives my butt cheek a playful slap before asking me to turn around. “Up on all fours, Poppy.”

My limbs are shaking as I climb onto the bed. I hear him open a drawer before looking over my shoulder to watch him roll a condom onto his thick, veiny cock. Suddenly, butterflies are swirling in my belly in anticipation of this. How is this possible after the two orgasms he already gave me? I read about this stuff in books, but I’ve never experienced anything like it. I was always grateful to have one. I dare say, even that hasn’t happened in years.

His hands lightly caress my ass before one dips down between my legs. “Hell, you’re soaked, sweet girl. Is all of this for me?” His fingers glide back and forth through my swollen, delicate skin, and I practically sway my hips side to side in answer. He’s turned me into an animal.

“Yes.”

With that, he wastes no time pushing forward. The stretch of my body around his causes an intense burn, and I feel myself clamp down. Sensing my distress, he curls his body over mine and places a hand over where we’re joined. “You feel so fucking good, Pop. Like you were made for me.” His uneven breath caresses my neck as his fingers dance circles over my sensitive skin. After a few moments like this I start to relax. I can feel him inch forward, a little at a time, until he’s completely seated.

I start to wonder if something is wrong, as he hasn’t moved a muscle since his body became flush with mine. His hand has moved from the apex of my thighs to my hips. I’m so turned on right now, the anticipation making me quiver. I contemplate turning to look at him when he slides nearly all the way out and then slams back into me.

“Oh god,” I cry out.

His grip on my hips grows tighter. “I’ve never felt anything so fucking good in my life, Pop. I’m going to get a little rough. I need you to tell me if it’s too much.”

The only thing screaming in my head right now is,yes! Please, yes!I nod, encouraging him to give me more, and he does just that.

The pounding starts slow and rhythmically, but the pace picks up, and I’ve never imagined anything could feel so good. I just need friction. I’m tempted to lie down so I can slide my hand down to touch myself as he thrusts into me, but I don’t have to think about it any longer when he places his hand in the center of my back and pushes me into the bed.

Lying on top of me, his magical fingers are back on my clit as his legs spread me wider, his cock hammering into me. As if this wasn’t erotic enough, the unintelligible sounds he’s making above me are like ear porn.

“Fuck, that sweet pussy… you’re going to make me fucking come… I need you to… oh, fuck, Poppy... listen to how wet you are, taking my fat dick like a good girl… come on my cock, baby.”

A familiar buzz starts to vibrate in my belly, and I know another one is close. I dig my fingers into the covers and hold on, certain this will be the strongest orgasm of my life. I just hope I stay conscious for the whole thing because I’m in complete sensory overload right now.

“Oh, Broadie,” I yell as my climax takes over, my body beginning to quake.

“That’s it. Scream out my name when you come,” he commands as the pummeling reaches a fevered pitch.

“Broadie!” I feel like I’ve been hit with a thunderclap of sensation. “Oh god.” White spots cloud my vision as my pulse pounds in my ears.

I’ve barely come down from the waves of this orgasm when I’m flipped onto my back. Broadie crawls over top of me, trying to kiss me, but I can barely breathe. Large hands slide under my shoulders, pulling me farther across this king-sized amusement park. “I need to see you. You’re so beautiful, baby.” I’d laugh if I wasn’t so out of it right now. I must look like a mannequin that fell onto the store floor overnight, all sprawled out, unable to speak, with my focus unclear.

Broadie places kisses along the column of my throat and my collarbone before dropping his mouth to suck on my nipples once again. I bet that would feel good if the post-orgasmic high I’m still clinging to hadn’t made me practically numb. He slides his cock back inside me, his mouth still on my breasts.

“These tits. They’re perfect,” he mutters between sucks. “I need one more from you, Poppy.”

One more what?

“I can’t. I… and even if I could, I won’t be able to walk.”

He slams into me before reaching for my wrists and pulling them over my head as he starts rocking into me. “You don’t need to walk anywhere.” Thrust, thrust, thrust. “I’ll carry you wherever you need to go.” There’s no chuckle or playful undertone to his words. He actually means it. Well, I don’t think it’s physically possible to have another.I can barely feel my lower half.

As if sensing another challenge, he sits up, draping my legs over his shoulders, and drives himself deeper into me. His head drops back as he hits my inner walls, the sight of him coming undone actually stirring something awake again.What the hell kind of sexual superpowers does this man have?

Holding my leg against his chest with one hand, his other returns to my clit. All the while, his hips are undulating like an Olympic hula-hoop champion. “Fuck. I’m going to come so hard.” He pants, his thumb flicking over my swollen bundle of nerves like a guitar player. I knew this surgeon would have magical fingers, but good lord.

Broadie looks down at me, and I can tell the moment the wheels come off. His pace picks up, and the force with which he ruts into me becomes more powerful. He drops my legs, enveloping my body with his as he fucks me within an inch of my life. “I need another one. Give it to me, Poppy.” He grunts.

I start to tell him to let go, that it simply isn’t physically possible, when the friction of his pelvis against my clit as he drives into me causes my legs to shake.There’s no way.

“That’s it. That sweet pink pussy is begging for me to fill it.”

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