Page 32 of Auctioned to Dr. Daddy

It seems like that’s finally paid off!

Nathan sets me down, but only so he can grab the button of my shirt and pull it up, over my head. “Told you I wouldn’t drop you.”

“Alright,” I say, with a laugh. “You didn’t drop me.”

The shirt hits the floor. My bra follows suit.

A blush settles over my skin when Nathan looks me over, his gaze deep and breath-catching. His hand runs over my left tit, catching the nipple briefly between thumb and forefinger. My own hands shove at his shirt until he gets the idea and lets me push it up, off him.

It hits the floor and the rest of our clothes are fast to follow, pants and boxers until I’m just in my panties. Nathan leans into me, kissing me breathless, licking at the roof of my mouth, touching every inch of me that he can reach.

And each of those touches makes the fire under my skin rage that much brighter until I’m breathless. Nathan pushes me gently backward, onto the bed. His fingers catch on the hem of my pale blue panties, tugging them down, and then he takes hold of my legs and guides them up, over his shoulders.

I’ve never seen anything more intensely erotic than Nathan looking up at me from between my legs. I’ve always thought that there was a certain amount of power in getting oral, but it’s clear that’s not the case tonight.

Nathan says, “Hang on tight,” because he’s funny even when he’s between someone’s legs, and then surges forward. The first lap of his tongue over my slit has me gasping for air, and the second has me reaching up above my shoulder, fingers tangling in the sheets as I try to steady myself.

It’s hot and wet and fast, tongue running over my pussy, over my clit. Lips curl around the little bundle of nerves and give a hard suck, pleasure cutting through me like a knife. My hips jerk up, and he catches hold of them with both hands, pushing me straight back down against the mattress.

The blush on my skin is so heavy, I’m sure that I must be a sight. My heels dig in hard at his shoulders, urging him forward. Then his tongue presses into my cunt, spit sliding down the length of it, and I let out a strangled, wanting moan.

Nathan chuckles as he pulls backward, giving my thigh a light swat as he says, “Be a good girl and roll over. I want to see that pretty ass of yours.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” I say, breathlessly. I was aiming for it to come out as a lighthearted joke, but I can’t quite get the tone to hit right. It seems more serious than I intended.

I roll onto my belly and Nathan grabs hold of my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. Palms rub over the curve of my ass, fingers digging in softly to the tender skin there. The length of his cock slides between my thighs for a moment, the head of it catching on my opening and then slipping past it, bumping against my clit again.

“Did you have something that you wanted to ask me?” Nathan asks, still rubbing his palms over my ass.

The touch is so distracting that I can’t focus through it. Carefully pushing myself up onto my forearms, I let out a confused, “What?”

His palm comes down lightly on the side of my hip again, a sharp swat to the flank. The sting of it goes straight to where all that pleasure is twisting up at the base of my spine. It’s a heady sensation, the yelp twisting into a moan partway out.

“Come on, Demi. Let’s see those smarts everyone is always talking about,” goads Nathan. “What did you want to ask me?”

Oh! It clicks with me, sudden and sharp.

“Please fuck me,” I ask, putting on my best coquettish voice. I spread my knees slightly, rocking back toward him. There’s slick welling up and dripping from me.

Nathan hums. He rubs a hand over the spot that he had swatted, and then finally relents. “Good girl,” he says, lining the head of his cock up with my opening. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

The first stretch of his cock sliding into me has me gasping, my fingers twisting up in the plaid bedsheets. It goes straight to the head, a sudden burst of pleasure that has me moaning. My upper half goes down, breasts pressing against the fold of my arm and ass up in the air.

Nathan grips my hips with both hands, fingers digging in hard enough that it’s sure to leave a mark. I love it. Love the way it feels when he finally starts to move, too, fucking into me with solid, steady rolls of his hips. Each thrust has me gasping, so much force in the action that my knees slip slightly over the bedsheets.

Nathan has to use the grip on my hips to pull me backward, urging me to meet his every thrust.

“God, just like that, just like that—” I’m babbling, but I can’t help it. There’s something about having Nathan this close to me that just sets every nerve on fire. From my heart to my head, there are bursts of pleasure blinding me.

“Like that?” Nathan asks. His palm comes down hard against the swell of my ass cheek, and I yelp. The skin reddens, but the sting gives way to a burning want. “Or like that?”

“That,” I hiss, rocking back to meet him.

He knows exactly what I’m looking for. His palm comes down against me again, another sharp burst of pleasurable pain, then twice more. I’m sure to have a red spot by the time that he’s done but I just can’t bring myself to care. I love the way it feels, more than I thought I would.

Each thrust brings me closer to that heady delicious feeling of completion; each one has me wanting even more of him. He curls forward, chest to my back. Sweat drips from his forehead onto the slopes of my shoulder. The shift in angle has him pressing even deeper inside of me and I shout out his name as I cum, the orgasm sweeping over me in a sudden crashing wave.

Nathan fucks me through it, chasing after his own release. When he finds it, he presses as deep into me as he can get. My body goes tight around him. His lips press on mine as he grinds into me, cum flooding my pussy. The heat of it is almost enough to bring me to a sudden release.

---