Page 82 of Dr. Fellow

I can feel my obvious arousal coating my inner thighs as he slides my pants and white cotton thong halfway to my knees. I drop my hips back to the mattress, tugging my lips between my teeth as I focus on the bulge between his legs, knowing exactly what I’m about to see—my husband’s perfect cock.

Walker works his way out of his pants enough to let his erection spring free, a glistening pearl of liquid coating his thick tip. I want more than anything to lick it off, to remember how every inch of his body tastes, but that’s not what this is about—this is about claiming each other after fighting it for so long.

“No condom,” I mumble breathily as my heart beats wildly in my chest. “Let me feel all of you.”

Even though I’ve been on birth control for over ten years, I’ve never not used protection with a man before. But this isn’t just any man—it’s my husband. And despite the ridiculously cliché fact that we’re about to have sex in a call room, I have an overwhelming urge to experience this with him right now.

His expression turns feral, gaze landing on my slick center as he looms over me.

“You need me to fill this pussy up?” he grunts, grabbing my ankles to plant my feet flat against his solid chest. “My wife needs me to coat her cunt in my hot cum like a greedy little cock whore, doesn’t she?”

My dripping sex clenches, completely exposed to him as he wraps one hand around both of my ankles to hold them in place. His cock hangs low between his thighs, and he gives himself a quick stroke before leaning forward to trace his swollen tip through my slit.

“God, I do,” I confirm on a long exhale, fisting the sheets beneath me as he finally positions himself at my warm entrance. “I totally do.”

A ripple of pleasure races up my spine as he impales me with his monster cock, my body instantly remembering how to accept his size. When he bottoms out, I shudder, feeling him deeper than ever before in this position. He pauses briefly, nostrils flaring and jaw hanging slack as he lets me adjust.

This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and not just because the angle allows for penetration of my internal organs. I can feel the heat of his girthy length pressing against my inner walls, molding us together like we’re one singular body. It’s intimate and the most intense sensation I’ve experienced, not only sexually but emotionally.

I know Walker feels the same thing because his dark eyes heat as he says, “I do too.”

The double meaning behind his words doesn’t go unnoticed, but I’m too overstimulated at the moment to think about it. I feel tight and tingly everywhere, my orgasm embarrassingly close after a single thrust.

Is this what it’s like to be a man?

I go a month without sex and suddenly I’m a one-pump chump.

His grip on my ankles tightens as he slowly drags his cock out of me. The slight curve of his shaft combined with the angle of the position transforms the burn of my arousal into an intense pressure in my low belly.

I gasp, feeling my eyes go wide as he slams back into me, delivering on his promise to fuck me like he doesn’t need me. I meet each one of his punishing thrusts, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone in search of more friction as I chase my own pleasure.

Walker’s hands drop to my hips for leverage as he increases his frantic pace. His fingers dig into the sensitive skin at the crease of my thighs, and it feels like a bomb of pleasure has been dropped.

“I’m gonna—” I warn with a whimper, unable to finish my thought because a powerful orgasm detonates through me.

Fire combusts in my core, spreading an inferno of heat to every cell in my body as my pussy clenches around him. Through the dull roar in my ears, I can hear Walker grunt out something unintelligible as he thrusts a final time, emptying himself into me.

My blurred vision finally focuses on his face, and I take in the sharp features of the man who has been nothing but patient with me. He’s breathing heavily, staring down at me like I’m his entire world. And surprisingly, that doesn’t scare me—because in a few short months, that’s what he’s become to me too.

Chapter 33

Walker

Ismile as I read Morgan’s message, tugging on a pair of black jeans and buttoning them. She’s been bombarding my phone, trying to figure out where I’m taking her on our first official date.

Can you please just tell me what we’re doing tonight?

I respond the same way that I’ve responded all day, immune to her cute little antics.

No.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I slide on a pair of Adidas sneakers that I’ve had for years but never get to wear.

Just a general idea so that I know how to dress.

Again, I type out my usual response before standing to grab a basic white T-shirt out of my drawer.

No.

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