Page 33 of Doc's Decision

My nails score down his back as we move frantically against each other.

"Fuck, Mands," he gasps, his grip on my ass tightening. "You're so wet."

I can't even form a coherent response.

All I can do is moan and arch my back, silently begging for more.

"Harder, Doc, fuck me harder," I grunt, my voice rough with passion.

With a low grunt, he complies, thrusting into me with force that sends shockwaves through me.

The sensation is near overwhelming; the thrill of publicly being taken by Doc, the sheer rawness of it all, has my head spinning and my body on fire for him.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin at my neck and I barely suppress the urge to scream out.

He growls into my skin, words lost in his lust.

His grip on my ass tightens as he drives into me harder and faster.

I grasp at him, nails digging into his muscular back as the tension coils tighter within me.

My senses are heightened—every movement sends sparks of pleasure jolting through me, each rough thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

The scent of sex mixed with whiskey fills the small bathroom and I can’t help but revel in it.

This is intoxicating.

This is real.

This is us.

His response is immediate, and his rhythm intensifies, pushing me up against the cool bathroom wall.

His grip on my hips is bruising in its intensity, but I love it.

"Jesus, Mands," he groans, his rugged face buried in the crook of my neck, "You're killin' me."

I can only gasp as each thrust sends jolts of pleasure ricocheting through me.

The world narrows to this room, to Doc's body moving against mine in a rhythm as old as time itself.

Unexpected emotion wells up in my chest, overpowering in its intensity.

I clutch at Doc's back, my nails leaving red trails along his skin.

He hisses out a curse but doesn't break his rhythm.

If anything, he moves faster, harder.

I feel the tension coil tighter inside me, a spring wound so tight it's about to snap.

"Oh god," I moan loudly.

He grants my request, thrusting deeper, faster.

Every stroke sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me that coalesce into a white-hot ball at my core.

"Say my name," he grunts, his voice harsh.

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