Page 48 of Doc's Decision

He lubes up his already hard cock again, and I can't help but shiver in anticipation.

"Relax, Mandy," he whispers, his voice gentle against my ear.

His fingers stroke soothing circles on my back as he slowly pushes himself into me.

It's uncomfortable at first, a strange fullness I'm not used to.

But he waits patiently until I adjust and when I give him a small nod, he starts to move again.

This new sensation is different: rawer, more intimate than anything I've ever experienced.

I gasp as Doc thrusts into me slowly, carefully.

He kisses the back of my shoulder.

"Damn, Mandy," He hisses, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "You feel so fuckin' good."

He wraps a strong arm around my midsection, pulling me closer to him.

His other hand reaches around, sliding between my legs.

His fingers dance over my sensitive bud as he continues his slow, measured thrusts.

My body responds instantly, heat pooling low in my abdomen as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable pitch once more.

"Faster," I gasp, clutching the couch cushion.

He growls in response, his fingers increasing their pace along with his thrusts.

I can feel every inch of him moving inside me, the delicious friction setting my nerves aflame with aching need.

Sensations spiral out of control as the pleasure peaks and I tip over the edge again, crying out.

My body clenches tight around him and that's all it takes for Doc to follow me into oblivion.

He thrusts forward one last time and grunts as he releases inside me, bringing his lips next to my ear. “That’s Daddy’s good girl.”

Afterward, Doc's breathing is ragged, matching my own.

He pulls out slowly, making me whimper at the loss of contact.

He holds me close until our breathing returns to normal.

I don't want to move from this position.

I'm comfortable here, in his embrace.

His warmth is comforting, calming my overwrought nerves.

Eventually, Doc pulls away and I make a small noise of protest.

He chuckles low in his throat and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Don't worry, baby. I’m not going anywhere."

True to his word, he doesn't leave.

Instead, he takes the time to clean me up with the care of someone who truly cares.

He tosses the used washcloths in the hamper and climbs onto the couch with me, covering me up in a blanket, except he leaves my breasts exposed.

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