Page 82 of Dr. Intern

Holy fuck, that was hot.

I lean in, tugging her hips to the edge of the counter. “And what exactly do you need?”

“I need you to show me why you’re better than that vibrator you bought me . . . unless that was all talk,” Claire smirks, knowing she’s poking the bear.

My cock pulses at her taunt, desperate to prove her wrong.

“Lean back.” My voice drops to a sultry drawl as I tap the metal beneath her.

Claire complies, lowering herself to the counter as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and yank them down in one swift motion. Tossing the fabric on the floor at my feet, I wrap my arms around the small of her back and return her to a sitting position.

“You forgot something,” she comments, fighting a grin as she looks down at the black lace panties still on her body. I’ve been wondering for months if her lacy bra had a companion, and now that I know the truth, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to focus again.

I watch my fingers trace along the smooth inner skin of her thighs, admiring how goosebumps form in their wake. She’s just as affected by my touch as I’d hoped.

Desperate for more, my hands quickly drift to the bottom of her sweater, tugging it over her head so she’s sitting in front of me in just her bra and panties.

“So damn perfect,” I murmur, raking my eyes over her exposed body and committing it to memory. “Everything about you is so damn perfect.”

Her perky tits rise and fall as she works to steady her breathing. I can tell she’s getting impatient, and that just makes me want to draw this out even longer.

Leaning in so that our chests touch, I reach around and unhook her bra, pulling the delicate lingerie down her arms before I let it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her nipples form stiff peaks, pointing straight at me like they’re pleading for me to show them some attention.

My tongue darts out over my bottom lip, craving a taste.

“Let’s see how wet we can get you before I mop you up with my tongue.”

Slowly, my hands trail up her sides and stop at her breasts, giving each bud a tight pinch.

Claire lets out a moan, tipping her chin up as her head falls back.

I bend down, capturing her right nipple in my mouth as I continue to knead the other between my fingers. My tongue circles her stiff peak, alternating between flicking and sucking.

If she thinks the pace is torturous, I’m right there with her—my dick is so hard it’s painful. But the pain only spurs me on, knowing my teasing will be worth it once I finally get inside her.

My teeth rim her stiff nipple, simultaneously biting down as my fingers expertly pinch the other bud.

She cries out, screaming something unintelligible as her grip tightens on the edge of the countertop.

All I can think about is how I want more from her. How I want it to be my name on her lips the next time she makes a noise like that.

Claire’s hips arch against me, seeking more friction as I continue to play with her tits. Gradually, my free hand drifts to her panty line, tugging the seam up through her pussy. The lace stimulates her clit, providing just enough sensation to keep her teetering towards the edge, while offering slight relief from the mounting tension within her.

My lips find hers, but instead of slow, steady kisses, I finally allow myself to take what I need. My tongue darts inside her mouth, exploring her taste like a starving man stranded on a desert island.

She meets my pace, running her fingers through my hair and tugging slightly, as if to say that she needs more too.

Taking her lead, my hand slowly drifts beneath the lace of her panties to her warm heat.

Claire gasps into my mouth, sending a thrum of desire through me as I slide two fingers through her pussy. She’s soaked, and my cock aches with the thought of how good it’s going to feel when I finally slip inside of her.

“Fuck, have you been this wet all night?” I ask, slowly pumping my fingers into her.

She lets out a hum of confirmation as her walls grip me like a vice.

“Oh fuck,” I groan against her lips. “My cock is gonna destroy this tight pussy, pretty girl. You want that? To be ruined by me?”

Claire’s forehead drops to mine, panting slow, shallow breaths as I tease her. “Oh god, please,” she begs, hands moving greedily toward my erection.

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