Page 49 of Doc's Decision

He comes up to me and lays on me, grabs my breast, and suckles my nipple into his mouth.

The sensation sends a shudder down my spine, a tantalizing echo of the pleasure that still hums beneath my skin.

His tongue flicks against my sensitive nub, drawing a soft gasp from my lips.

One of his hands slides down my stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my bare skin.

I grip the back of his head tightly as he continues to tease me, the tension building slowly, steadily.

There's nothing rushed about this—it's slow, languid, almost luxurious.

His mouth on me is like fire and ice—hot and cool at the same time.

It's an intoxicating contrast that has me squirming beneath him.

Every touch of his mouth sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making my body hum with need once more.

He chuckles against my skin.

And then Doc moves, shifting until he's nestled between my thighs.

Before I have time to protest the loss of contact with his mouth, he replaces his mouth with his fingers, rolling both of my nipples until they’re hard nubs.

His mouth is on my pussy, “Fuck, you taste delicious.”

The words strike me like a bolt.

It’s so raw, so explicit, but it's Doc.

He wouldn't be him without his blunt honesty.

I feel myself blush, the heat radiating from my face and spreading all the way down to my chest, but I don’t push him away.

Instead, I grip his shoulders and arch my back, pushing myself further into his mouth.

He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks of desire coursing through my veins that only heighten the sweet torture he’s inflicting on me.

I’m panting now, gasping for breath as he continues to feast on me like a man starved.

“Doc,” I whimper, rolling my hips against his mouth.

He lifts his head just long enough to give me a devilish smirk before diving back in.

I can do nothing but writhe underneath him, trapped by the onslaught of pleasure he’s causing with every flick of his tongue and teasing nip of his teeth.

My breaths come out in ragged gasps, my heart slamming hard against my ribs.

I'm so close to the edge, the tension coiling tightly within me.

I can feel that familiar rush building up, ready to push me over into oblivion.

"Doc... Doc," I mumble his name like a prayer, clutching onto him as if he were my only anchor in the storm of pleasure sweeping over me.

He responds by intensifying his movements, his tongue delving deeper and the soft petal-like licks turning into insistent prods that soon have me unraveling beneath him.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, my hips bucking off the couch as waves of pleasure rip through me.

The world narrows down to just Doc and the incredible things he's doing to me.

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