Page 62 of Dr. Fellow

My jaw clenches harder with each button she opens, and I’m fairly certain my molars are going to crack if I don’t do something. I reach out and grab her wrists to stop her from continuing to rub salt in the wound, pushing her hard against the glass window.

Morgan might say that we’re all of those things, but I refuse to accept that she believes it. Not when I saw the way she watched me when women tried to hit on me at the casino bar. Not when I felt the way her body relaxed when I held her in the shower. Not when I heard that she talked about me when I wasn’t around.

We both know she’s full of shit.

Leaning down, I bracket both hands around her head. “Sure it is.”

I don’t know who moves first, but our lips collide in a rough kiss of pure passion, each of us trying to prove a point that the other is refusing to understand.

Her tongue presses into mine, fighting for a dominance that I let her take. Her fingers dig into the collar of my shirt, pulling it down my shoulders. I reach forward and tweak her nipples through the sheer bodice of her tight, black dress. She shudders beneath me, always so sensitive to stimulation there.

Part of me wants to spend all night teasing her, but I stop myself. I let go of her perfect tits and shrug out of my shirt as she moans into my mouth at the loss of contact.

I give her my back and walk toward the freshly made king bed on the other side of the room, trying to get a grip on the tornado of emotion pounding in my chest. Even when she’s pissing me off, I can’t get enough of her—I can’t stop myself from giving in to her.

I take a seat on the mattress and slowly remove my black leather belt. She’s still leaning against the window, her chest heaving from our kiss.

“Go ahead then,” I growl, unbuttoning my pants as my eyes narrow on her body. “Use me. Take out my fucking cock and ride me.”

If Morgan wants to label this as transactional, that’s exactly what it’ll be.

She hesitates briefly before moving, like she isn’t quite sure that she believes the words coming out of my mouth. Every time we’ve hooked up, I’ve been the one in control in one way or another—even when she’s sucking my cock, I’m still guiding her head and setting the pace the way that I prefer. But if she wants me tonight, she’s going to fucking use me.

As she walks over, I pull my wallet out of my pants and remove the single condom I brought for the weekend. I had no idea what the sleeping arrangements were going to be since no details were shared, but I packed one just in case.

Morgan stops between my legs and drags her small hands over my shoulders. Her eyes briefly run over my tattooed arm before she snaps her focus back to me. A tentative smirk forms on her red lips as she flattens her palms on my pecs and pushes.

I fall back onto the bed, lacing my fingers together behind my head. She reaches for my zipper, drawing out the process longer than necessary. Her eyes widen when my cock springs free from my briefs, like she forgot what I was packing. Good—I intend to remind her after I let her have her fun.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek as she rolls the length of the condom down my painfully hard length. My balls instantly draw up, desperate for release when her fingers wrap around my shaft and pump several times.

She shimmies out of her panties and crawls on top of me. Her perfect tits naturally push together with the movement, and I’m trying my hardest to school my face into indifference despite the telltale throb of my cock beneath her.

The heat of her pussy hovers inches above me, testing my restraint. She thinks that I’m going to give in, pull her onto my cock, and take what I need. But I didn’t get where I am today without an exorbitant amount of patience. Nothing can make me falter when I’ve set my mind to something, not even her tantalizingly tight cunt.

She rolls her hips, rubbing her slick arousal along my length. She’s soaking wet, and all it would take is a quick movement to be buried deep inside of her.

Her green eyes flutter closed as she finally notches the crown at her entrance, slowly sinking herself onto my length. She sucks in a pained breath as her body stretches around me, trying to take me to the hilt. This would be the time to reach out and rub her clit, relaxing her through it since this position is deep, but I’m trying to make a point here.

“What’s wrong, little devil?” I taunt, watching her wince as she sinks lower, still not even halfway. “You can’t take my cock? Not quite the same when you’re the one on top, is it? You want me to take over?”

Her eyes fly open, daggers shooting right into my soul. She adjusts herself so that she’s perpendicular to my body, rather than bent above it. She hitches up the hem of her dress to make room for her fingers to slip between her legs.

She takes me deeper, though her pussy fights with every delicious inch, like it knows that what I can give her is better. When she’s finally seated, she gives me a prideful glare that I want to slap right off her smug little face.

All of the blood in my body rushes to my cock as she starts to ride me, just like I told her to. One hand continues to rub her clit as the other reaches up to toy with her nipple over the fabric of her dress. She throws her head back, exposing her delicate throat that doesn’t even have a flush to it.

I have to admit, she puts on one hell of a show. If I didn’t know her body intimately well, I’d assume she was getting close to climax solely from the sexy song coming out of her mouth. They’re needy little whimpers that echo into the quiet expanse of the hotel room, putting a bandage on the truth—that she’s desperate for more.

“Beg for it,” I say, tone low and controlled as my hands finally run up her bare thighs.

Morgan slows her rhythm, her plump lips opening and closing like she can’t decide if she should give in. “What?”

“You heard me.” I dig my fingers into the meaty spot at the crease of her thighs that drives her wild. “Beg for me to take over.”

“How did you—”

I use my grip on her hips to pull her lower onto my cock, a wild sound of pleasure escaping those pretty lips as her inner walls flutter around me, finally satiated. I tug the front of her dress, forcing her to fall forward. Her hands catch on either side of my head, her face millimeters from mine.

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