Page 55 of Dr. Fellow

“Hmm,” he muses, sinking two fingers inside me, “let’s see what we can do about that, then.”

I close my mouth, trying to stifle the desperate noises coming from my throat as he returns his expert tongue to my sex and begins to trace circles around my clit. His free hand snakes beneath my ass, trapping me between his face and his grasp as he tugs my body closer.

My legs start to quiver, and I have to dig my fingers into the bedspread to anchor my body. I can feel the force of my orgasm about to crash through me like an avalanche, sweeping away a week’s worth of pent-up tension.

His fingers hook inside of me, though they don’t sweep in the direction of my G-spot, they curve in the opposite direction. At the same time, another finger presses on my tight hole, causing my body to burst in pleasure.

“Fuck, Walker, fuck!” I scream, arching my back as a delicious release zaps through me.

His lips circle my clit and roughly suction my swollen center as I’m coming down from my high. I reach down to pull him away—does he not know that he just did the Lord’s work? He can stop now.

His fingers start pumping in and out of me while he maintains pressure on my other hole. If he keeps this up, I’m going to come again.

“I can’t,” I sigh defeatedly, knowing that no amount of begging is going to stop him.

It’s not that I don’t want him to keep going, because his expert touch feels incredible. But I’ve never come in quick succession like this before, and I have no idea what’s going to happen. Even when I’m hanging with my vibrators, I give myself a little bit of recovery time—this isn’t even enough time to catch my breath.

His answering snarl ricochets through my core, amplifying the sensation to a nearly unbearable level. Without warning, his teeth graze my clit and an almost animalistic sound comes from my lips as the line between my first orgasm and the next one blurs, shattering me into a thousand pieces of overstimulated glass.

I have no idea how long I lie on the bed trying to catch my breath. By the time my heart finally steadies, I lift my heavy head to find Walker planting soft kisses along my hips. His eyes flick to mine, gleaming with wild arousal as he crawls over my exhausted body.

“I’m not done with you yet, little devil. Not even close.”

Chapter 22

Walker

I’ve questioned my sanity for a while when it came to Morgan, but now the truth has become impossible to ignore—I’m obsessed. Watching her come undone beneath my fucking tongue, seeing the way she responds to the simplest touch, the filthiest words, it all has me craving more.

“You must have really missed me, huh?” I ask breathily, trailing kisses up her soft stomach. “Your tight little pussy came so fast on my face. My filthy girl was needy for it. God, you just couldn’t help it, could you?”

When she doesn’t reply, I lightly pinch her perky nipples. “Answer me.”

Morgan’s head whips up, her green eyes narrowing like she’s about to argue. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very demanding?”

I bite back a smirk and squeeze her tits harder. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a brat?”

“Once or twice.”

I tweak her nipples a final time before releasing them, licking soothing circles around the puckered buds—I can’t wait to torment them because she’s so sensitive to stimulation here.

I push her tits together, squeezing them in my hands as I pull back to look at her. She looks so fucking beautiful like this, splayed out on the bed beneath me, skin flushed from the orgasms I just gave her.

“You ached for my fingers. For my tongue.” I bend down, pressing my forehead to hers. “I wonder if there’s something else you were aching for.”

A coy grin forms on her lips. “I wonder.”

“And what might that be?”

“Hmmmm,” she muses, biting her bottom lip as she pretends to consider my question. “Your fat cock.”

Fuck yeah, she was.

I give her a soft kiss before I stand, my fingers reaching for my belt. I unbuckle the metal and pull it through the loops in one swift motion, keeping my eyes glued to her perfect body. Morgan watches me raptly as I unbutton my jeans, pushing the denim down my legs before I step out of them, leaving me naked—she wasn’t the only one going commando tonight.

“You have two options.” I step forward, slowly stroking my hard cock. It pulses in my hand, happy to be let out of its confines. “Option number one. I can fuck you the way I’ve wanted to from the moment you first rolled those eyes at me—rough and punishing.”

My grip on the head of my shaft tightens because just the thought of taking her like that is enough to make me come. I want to mark her. To degrade her. To own her.

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