Page 45 of Dr. Fellow

I have no idea how large he is when he’s fully erect, but I sincerely doubt he’s anywhere close because his cock still feels slightly spongy as I curl my fingers around his shaft. A shudder of desire runs straight down my spine as I slowly rub his impressive length, feeling it grow beneath my touch.

“That better?” I purr, enjoying the sound of his sharp inhale as I stroke him over the thin cotton fabric.

Walker flexes his dick in my hand. “Don’t let go,” he growls, tilting my chin toward him.

Our eyes meet briefly, and we share a moment of wild agreement before pressing forward and crashing our lips together. He takes the lead, once again kissing me like he’s never kissed me before. It’s not born of frustration, like our first kiss was. And it’s not an apology, like the kiss that he gave me moments ago. This kiss is pure passion and lust—the culmination of months of mutual pining.

His tongue flicks over my upper lip, not yet exploring inside my mouth. I whimper into his throat, suddenly desperate for more than a kiss because the teasing stroke makes my core clench, and all I can think about is what it would feel like between my legs. Instinctively, my grip on his cock tightens as his tongue finally dives deeper before quickly retreating again.

His teeth nip my bottom lip as he pulls back. “You distracted me from the rest of our conversation.”

I pant, running my tongue along the area he bit as arousal pulses through me. I want the controlled dominant who earns my submission, but I also want this rough, messy side of him that he keeps locked in a cage.

“It’s not my fault you have trouble focusing,” I reply sweetly, trying to catch my breath. “They make meds for that, you know.”

Walker’s nostrils flare as his hand threads through my braid, roughly tugging the hair at the nape of my neck. “I wouldn’t have trouble focusing if your bratty mouth was occupied with my cock, would I?”

“Hmmm.” I smirk, ignoring the delicious tingle of pain as I gently stroke the length of his now fully erect penis. “But what will my hand do?”

“It’s going to wrap around the base and warm the length of my cock that you can’t fit down that pretty little throat. And then you’re going to stay nice and still, while you listen to me like a good slut.”

Desire burns through me and if I wasn’t already wet, I definitely am now.

He tugs me down to his lap, my face inches from his monster cock. But instead of keeping his hand on my neck and forcing me lower, he releases his grip on my braid, like he wants me to take him willingly.

I sit back on my knees, digging my fingers into the fabric of his briefs to draw them over his waist. His hips lift as I pull the cotton down his thighs, allowing his erection to spring free from its confines. A bead of precum glistens on the tip of the swollen head, pointed right at me because of the slight bend in his shaft.

I feel myself swallow as I assess what I’m working with. I’m no carpenter but that thing is way more than six inches, and I’m suddenly regretting my previous statements that I could take him.

But I wasn’t raised to be a quitter, so I channel my inner porn star and wrap my fingers around him. My tongue flicks out, swirling around his soft tip as I taste his arousal—it’s sweeter than I expect, and even though I know he told me to simply swallow him down, I can’t help myself from taking more, so I flatten my tongue and slowly lick the length of his shaft.

Walker hisses and roughly swats at my exposed ass. “Did I ask for a blow job?”

I lift my head slightly, peering up at him through my lashes. “Trust me, this isn’t anywhere close to how I give a blow job.”

His sinful eyes blow wide with arousal as he harshly kneads the skin that he just spanked, worsening the sting of the blow. I take a deep breath and wrap my lips around his glistening tip, lowering myself onto his shaft and breathing through my nose.

This isn’t an uncomfortable position because I’m essentially kneeling next to him, but I have to focus on my breathing so that I don’t freak out and choke. He can’t just want me to stay still, can he? It’s not like I’m stimulating him at all—the only thing that’s happening is that I’m being gagged by his cock. If I stay here for more than a few minutes, there’s a one hundred percent chance that I’m going to start drooling all over his lap.

I try opening my throat as much as possible, but I only make it halfway before realizing the only way I can take him fully in my mouth is if I somehow learn the art of sword swallowing.

“Right there,” he groans once my lips reach my fingers, the combination covering his whole shaft. “Don’t fucking move an inch. Hold me in your mouth like my good little fucktoy.”

I shift, feeling the ache between my legs escalate to a throb. When we were in our scene earlier, he was praising me. But now, his words have turned filthy and degrading in a way that sounds wrong but feels so right. If any other man spoke to me like this, I would clock him. But Walker isn’t any man—he’s a magician who hypnotizes me with his dominance into someone who loves being degraded.

His fingers start to draw circles on my ass, tracing the crease that he spanked. The touch is soothing and almost puts me into a trancelike state, while his other hand gently threads through my braid, not holding me in place like last time, but almost caressing the sensitive skin of my scalp.

My body relaxes instinctively, giving into the feeling of helplessness, though my mind knows that I’m still in full control—if I needed to pull away for any reason, his hold wouldn’t stop me.

“Finally some peace and quiet,” he sighs, clearly trying to provoke me. “I should have filled that sassy mouth with my cock a while ago.”

My core tightens, making my entire body feel tense with need.

“Put your free hand on my thigh. I’m going to finish our conversation. If I ask you a question, I want you to squeeze my leg once for yes and twice for no.”

If I wasn’t in a near meditative state, I would bite back with something like, “why shove your cock in my mouth when you want to talk to me?” but I restrain myself. Instead, I follow his command and place my right hand on his skin.

“Atta girl,” he coos, continuing to rub my bare ass. I don’t think the touch is meant to be erotic, but his fingers are veering dangerously close to my pussy, and I can feel my body building.

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