Page 117 of Texting Dr. Stalker

He didn’t give me time to get used to the slippery sensation or give any space for my thoughts to ruin this.

I had no thoughts.

I was empty.

His fingers thrust inside me as his tongue licked again, driving from my centre to my clit.

I didn’t stand a chance.

I whimpered and squirmed and begged for him to stop or lick harder.

He nuzzled me.

Devoured me.

And then, he bit me.

I shattered.

A guttural groan escaped as I threw my head back and surfed waves of rapture. The clenches came in frenzied crashes of ravishment, over and over andoveragain.

All those months of being denied. All those years of never finding true pleasure.

It demolished me into fragments, breaking me apart in all directions like a starburst.

I was blind and deaf and free. Sodeliciouslyfree.

The bed rocked as X removed his fingers and licked me.

I shivered with oversensitivity. It almost hurt with how hyper aware I was, but I didn’t stop him. I let him taste me, tongue me. I let him do whatever he wanted because he’d given me something I didn’t think I’d have the courage to claim, and somehow, by giving me back myself, he’d claimed me for his own.

I moaned as his lick went deeper, penetrating me in ways that felt so much more intimate than fingers. I clenched around him. His guttural groan from beneath the covers almost,almost, made me come again.

I’d never had two in a row.

And a selfish part wanted him to try.

But I also couldn’t bring myself to ask, so I lay there and let myself be devoured and—

He tore himself off me.

Breathing hard, he rearranged his mask and popped up from beneath the blankets. Without a word, he pushed my drunken shoulder and rolled me onto my side. I had no strength left and went where he wanted but my voice cracked with worry. “W-Why did you stop?”

With a powerful, possessive arm, he scooped me around the middle and drew me against him. His hard cock throbbed as he rocked into me, his breath coming in heavy, shuddering gusts. “I stopped because if I didn’t, I’m either going to come all over your sheets or take you up on the offer to fuck you.”

A lightning bolt of need arched through me. “You can…” I whispered. “I’d like you to.”

“Fucking hell.” Burrowing his masked face into the crook of my neck, he exhaled hard. “You have no idea how much willpower it’s costing me not to plunge inside you right now.” He arched his hips against my ass, grinding his throbbing length against me. “I’m seconds away from coming, Lori. A single touch and—”

“Then let me.”

Reaching behind, I fumbled for him.

I grazed his length. I went to grip—

He snatched my wrist and pulled me away. Panting into my ear, he growled. “You touch me, and you’ll destroy me. Do you understand?” Taking a heavy breath, he added, “This was about you. Not me. Keep your hands to yourself.”

I laughed quietly, shocked that I felt happy after the memories trying to break me. “Okay, no hands. How about my mouth, then?” I rocked backward. “Let me return the favour.”

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