Page 19 of Auctioned to Dr. Daddy

So I take a deep breath, and I bob my head down again.

This time, when the head of his cock bumps against the back of my throat, I don’t stop. I keep going until the thick girth is settled in deep. My nose is buried in the tight, dark curls just above the base of his cock.

It’s the kind of sensation that my body doesn’t know what to do with. Instinctively, I try to jerk backward. His hand is unyielding, though. Nathan flexes all those muscles of his and holds me still.

I curl my arms around his thighs to try and anchor myself in place, nails biting into the thick folds of dark fabric where his slacks are bunched up, even as I pull myself back and haul in a breath of air.

Fingers slide through my hair, over the back of my neck. It’s an almost soothing gesture, strangely erotic in the confines of the situation. I’m so wet between the legs, it’s almost embarrassing.

His touch is like a magnet, drawing me up, toward it. I lean into his hand, tongue lapping at the head of his cock.

There are tears and spit and slick on my face. It feels like my skin is on fire, especially when I realize that Nathan is staring down at me, like I’m the prime cut that he’s just ordered and he’s ready to dig in.

He bends down, easily pulling me up onto my unsteady feet and then twisting me around, pinning me between his chest and the wall. I don’t even try to say anything before he’s kissing me, tongue in my mouth, licking over everything that it can reach.

I wonder what he thinks about the fact that he can taste himself— at least until I feel him tug down my panties. Then I’m not thinking about much of anything, past how badly I want to be fucked.

“Nate,” I gasp when he finally pulls away.

It’s just long enough to curl his arms around me and heft me up.

I wrap my own arms around his shoulders, my legs instinctively doing the same around his hips. He presses me against the wall to help get the support he needs. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy, just barely not pushing inside.

The sensation is enough to drive me mad. As it turns out, I can’t stand being teased.

“Sorry,” says Nate, a hint of humor in his low, husky voice. “Did you want something from me?”

“Nate,” I say, almost begging. “Don’t be a prick. Just—fuck me!”

My voice is absolutely ruined from taking his cock in my throat. It comes out as a cracked, desperate mess.

But maybe that does something for Nathan because he doesn’t make me ask a second time. He just shifts his grip on me, my shoulders sliding down over the wall just a little bit, as he rolls his hips and presses up into me.

The stretch is so great, it has my eyes rolling back. My mouth is still aching from being spread around such a thick girth, and I know that my pussy will feel the same way in the morning. For the moment, though, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

My body parts around him, practically rearranging itself to accommodate such a thick cock. It’s maybe the best thing I’ve ever felt. Nathan is unrelenting, rolling his hips and driving himself up until he’s fully buried inside of me.

His forehead presses against the wall behind me, but he’s only still for a moment before he starts to fuck me in earnest, driving his cock up into me with the kind of force that has my whole brain going blank.

And fuck it all, but I’m glad that I took the risk and brought him home.

My fingers dig into the back of his neck, a low moan sliding free of my throat as he shifts his weight again.

It’s all carnal pleasure; rough, but somehow more than that, too.

His lips are always pressed against me. The sharp of my jaw, the side of my neck, the corner of my mouth. Kissing away the sweat that’s gathered there, the ache that’s formed between my legs.

I’ve never been so instantly close to the edge before but there it is, orgasm already looming on the horizon.

“Fuck,” I whine, the word soft and barely audible. “Nate—” Louder that time. “Nate, ah— Shit!”

I can’t get a full sentence out between the bursts of pleasure in my chest. This feels so good that my mouth is practically watering. My shoulders slide over the wall with each upward roll of his hips.

The orgasm shudders through me.

Gasping wetly, I press my forehead hard against the side of his neck and try not to be embarrassed over how little it took for him to push me over the edge. Nathan rolls his hips and holds me there, cock in my pussy, muscles tightening around him.

Breathless and panting, I try to shift but I’m still held in his arms, pressed to the wall. Nathan kisses the bare curve of one of my shoulders and tells me, “You can take a little more, can’t you?”

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