Page 56 of Dr. Fellow

“Option two. I can fuck you the way you deserve—nice and steady, the way I would for a friend.”

The last word comes out with a spit because I’m starting to fucking hate it.

“Let’s get one thing straight.” Morgan pushes herself up on her elbows, the post-orgasmic glow draining from her face. Her eyes narrow into slits, like she’s a copperhead that’s about to strike my jugular. “I’m the only one who determines what I deserve.”

I cock my head, trying to hide my amusement because I love her damn fire. “And that is?”

“For you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked in my life.”

I suck in a harsh, satisfied breath. She doesn’t want me to worship her body the way a doting lover would—she wants me to break her wild spirit. To make it messy. To split her apart.

“Be careful,” I warn as adrenaline rushes through me, desperate to give her what we both want. “That might be more than you can handle.”

Her lips curve with amusement. “I can take it.”

My arm wraps around the small of her back, flipping her onto all fours beneath me like a rag doll. I slide my fingers through her sopping wet pussy, still dripping with her slick arousal. She has the tightest little cunt, and while I seriously doubt her promise, because she was gripping my two fingers like a vice when she rode my face, we’re damn sure going to try. I slip them back inside, pumping her several times to make sure she’s ready.

She doesn’t flinch at the addition of a third finger, and I work her cunt mercilessly, feeling the precum leak out of the tip of my cock as it rests in waiting against her hip.

Sliding my fingers out of her greedy pussy, I slap her juicy ass with her arousal. She moans, dropping her head to the mattress in frustration.

“Something wrong, little devil? Feeling a little empty?” I taunt as I cross the room to grab a condom.

When we talked through our arrangement the morning before I left for the conference, I told Morgan that I had been STD tested after my divorce, just in case, and she let me know that she was also clear and on birth control.

I have no problem going bare, and would probably prefer it if I’m being honest, but she’s the one who insisted on using condoms. I’m not entirely sure why, because it almost feels transactional and cold, but I ignore the disappointed feeling in my chest as I grip my cock in my hand and roll the latex down my shaft.

I give myself a few quick pumps as I watch her skate her legs back and forth.

“My fingers just weren’t enough for you, were they?” I grab her hip in my free hand and dig my fingers into the skin at the crease of her thigh, anchoring my body to hers.

“No,” she whimpers as I inch forward, dragging my erection through her swollen lips.

“No,” I echo, pausing when the head of my cock brushes her clit. “You’ve been aching to have me fill you up, haven’t you?”

When she doesn’t answer, I pinch her leg hard. I’ve found that I like her to respond verbally because it allows me to check in without ruining the mood.

“Fuck,” she answers shakily. “Yes. Please.”

I slide back through her cunt, notching my tip at her warm entrance. A gush of arousal leaks down her legs and it takes all of my self-control not to slam my entire length into her.

“Walker,” she pleads, trying to push her hips back onto me.

I pull back, not letting her control what’s happening here.

“Beg for it,” I reply, settling at her entrance again. “Beg for it like a desperate cockwhore, and maybe I’ll let you have it. That’s what you are, right? My personal cockwhore?”

Morgan lifts her head and twists to look at me over her shoulder. There’s desperation in her eyes and a grimace on her lips like it’s physically painful to wait for me. “God, yes. Fill me up. Fuck me like you wanted to the night of the engagement party.”

My cock pulses, remembering exactly what I wanted to do to her that night. The carnal pull between us was so strong that if I hadn’t pulled my shit together at the last minute, I would have forced her into the goddamn bathroom and ripped her apart.

“You want me to fill you up?” I rasp, releasing her hip to slip my fingers through her ponytail. I wrap her hair around my hand and tug, wrenching her neck back. “Then hold on tight because I’m about to destroy every inch of your pussy with my fat cock.”

My hips tilt forward, inching my tip inside her tight heat. A beautiful whimper escapes her lips as I press deeper, amazed by the way her body is stretching for me—it’s like she was made to take my cock.

Her pussy tightens once I’m halfway in, making me pause to groan in pleasure. I reach around with my free hand and slowly stroke her clit, trying to get her to open up for me.

“Something wrong?” I taunt, tugging hard on her hair. Her back arches, pushing her deeper onto my length. “Is my cock too big? Hmmm? But I thought you could take it?”

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