Page 65 of Doctor Enemy

It drives the breath straight out of her. Lori leans forward more heavily against my chest. Her mouth parts, a flash of pink tongue visible. I surge upwards and kiss her, my fiancée–and just the thought of that gets me going even more.

“Off,” I grunt, but even as I say it, I wrap an arm around her waist, carefully rolling her instead, so she’s the one pressed to the floor. Lori’s legs wrap around my waist and her arms loop around my neck. She digs her fingers in tight as I plow into her again, the sound of our union echoing through the otherwise silent house.

It’s all heat and pressure, twisting up in my spine. Lori is so wet that she’s dripping, the sound of it is borderline obscene as I thrust up into her again.

“Kurt,” she all but shouts, her body going tighter around me, cunt pulsing as she cums. Her nails rake hard down the line of my neck, but it’s not enough to make me stop. I fuck her through the orgasm and keep chasing after my own, her slick only serving to make the slide of it that much better.

Finally, I grind up into her, pressing myself as deeply into her as I can. Our mouths crash together in a frantic kiss, so hard that our teeth clack against each other noisily. She breathes out hard in a frantic exhale, and I go still but don’t pull out.

Instead, I just stay there, kissing her more gently in the wake of our passion, feeling the heat of her body and knowing that Lori is well and truly mine.

Chapter twenty-four

Lori

Pleasureshootingthroughmeserves as my wake-up call.

I let out a gasp and open my eyes as a hot, wet tongue slides over the length of my slit again. I’m already soaked, laid out on my back in the bedroom with the sheets pulled off and my whole body so hot and flushed, it feels like I’m on fire.

Kurt is between my legs, one hand on my left thigh, keeping them spread apart, and the other one is pressed to my pussy, holding it open. Another lick, all the way up to my clit. My hips jerk up, my eyes slamming shut as I moan.

“There we go,” he mutters against my skin. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

I struggle to try and figure out what’s going on. My head feels heavy with pleasure, like there’s been cotton wedged into both of my ears. My fingers curl in the bed sheets at my side, and I shift, rocking my hips against him almost without thinking.

Another long, slow stroke of his tongue over my slit. It’s like he’s trying to savor every inch of me.

“Kurt,” I whine, the word slipping between parted lips. “What are you…”

I trail off with a gasp when he licks me again. The very tip of his tongue presses inside of me, but he’s a tease so it doesn’t stay for long. My hips roll, trying to chase after the sensation, and I twist in the bed, all but writhing on the sheets. The fabric bunches up beneath me, sweat already heavy on my skin.

“I gave you a good night,” says Kurt. His voice is rough with arousal, in a way that sends something hot and wanting through me. I’m all tangled up, sleep still heavy in my mind. “And now I want to give you a damn good morning, even if I can’t stick around for much of it.”

And then all pretense of softness and slowness is gone; he had just been waiting for me to wake up before he started to eat me out in earnest, tongue thrusting up into my spread open pussy with vigor.

It might be the best wakeup call that I’ve ever had, even though my head is spinning and so weighed down with pleasure that I’m having a hard time figuring out what to do with it.

My hips jerk against Kurt’s mouth almost of their own free will. The bridge of his nose presses against my clit when he presses closer, sending sharp bursts of heat up through my spine like an electric zap.

It crosses my mind, very distantly, that he must have been doing this for a while because I’m already right there, teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss.

It’s so good and so much, especially considering that I wasn’t expecting it. I’ve never had anyone do this to me before. Kurt and I have done a lot in the bedroom since I moved in with him, and I’ve become pretty good at giving blowjobs and even better at giving handies. But he’s never gone between my legs quite like this before.

Never licked me like he was trying to forever remember how I tasted. Teeth nip ever so lightly against one of my pussy lips, sending a bolt of heat through me. It pools in my belly and threatens to drown me. The pleasure is so great, it’s the only thing that I know.

“Kurt!” I moan his name, reaching down and tangling one hand in his messy morning hair. He easily catches hold of my wrist and pushes it off him; the message is clear. He’s the one in charge here. Something about that just fills me with even more heat, the arousal so thick in the air that I’m practically choking on it.

Kurt puts me where he wants me. He grabs my thighs and slings them up over his shoulders. The change in angle lets him lick even deeper inside of me, tongue pressing against every hidden part of my being.

It’s his. It’s always been his and his alone. I hope that it always stays that way.

His tongue withdraws, a string of slick connecting us, but only so he can wrap his lips around my clit and give a harsh suck. The fingers that had been holding me open press up into my spit-soaked pussy, curling against my inner walls. They scissor apart, the sting of a sudden stretch added to the pleasure that’s coursing through me elsewhere. The sharp sparks of it just sweeten everything else.

I like it when Kurt gets a little bit rough. When he bites hard enough to leave a bit of a mark when he presses me against the wall so firmly that I can feel it even after my shower later. And the same goes for this, when he takes what he wants, does what he wants. I love the way that he plays me like an instrument only he knows how to tune.

The dual sensation is too much. My hips jerk and orgasm sweeps over me with a shout. Kurt leans back, licking at his lips, pure satisfaction on his face. My body goes limp against the bed, exhaustion surging over me.

I’m expecting the hands to withdraw, but they don’t. Instead, Kurt keeps fucking me slowly with both fingers. I twist and whine, trying to wiggle away from the overstimulation. He uses his free hand to pin me still and goes straight back to licking insistently at my clit. The heat curls back inside of me like a treacherous thing.

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