Page 204 of Texting Dr. Stalker

I broke under my addiction.

And those two haunting words spilled free in a rush of shadows and sparks. “Suck me.”

A slow smile crossed her lips. Her eyes lit up with triumph. And then she reached for me, bent her head, and did exactly as I commanded.

My eyes snapped closed as her hot, wet mouth encircled me.

I almost jack-knifed as she sucked hard.

She broke me with one incredible lick, and I struggled to stay standing as I gathered her hair and held on.

I couldn’t speak as her head bobbed over me, taking me as deep as she could manage. Using her spit, she coated my length and corkscrewed her hand up and down.

She moaned and licked and drove me into fucking insanity.

Peng screeched and took off.

The curtains fluttered as if the ghost who’d rearranged the kitchen still watched.

I didn’t care we might have an audience as I gathered her closer and pushed her head down. I didn’t ask if she was okay. We’d established the rules. She knew how to stop me. She’d forced me to become this beast, and now…now, I would make her pay.

“Harder,” I grunted, my eyes rolling back in my head as she squeezed me to the point of pain. Her tongue teased my crown. Her hot breath tickled my belly.

I shuddered with shame at how filthy I wanted her.

I groaned with how good it felt.

She kept blowing me, shoving me higher and higher up the climax cliff. I deliberated coming in her mouth, making her swallow, but this was the last time. I would never be this rough, this selfish again, and…if I was going to embrace every dark and desperate shadow inside me…fuck it.

Holding her hair, I thrust.

She gagged.

I winced as her teeth caught me.

“Don’t bite, or I’ll bite right back,” I choked.

She shivered on her knees and sucked me deeper.

The percolating bubbles of warning gathered between my legs.

It was too soon.

I wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet.

Wrenching her mouth off me, I grabbed her elbows and yanked her from the floor. Tossing her over my shoulder, our bare skin stuck together as I returned to the nest of cushions and placed her down.

She immediately kneeled again, her lips glistening. Fumbling for my wallet in the mess of clothes, I flipped it open and searched for another condom.

My heart plummeted as I found none.

Christ, I thought for sure I had two. My background in medicine always ensured utter strictness whenever it came to sleeping with someone. I’d never gone without protection. Never had the urge—

“Are you out?” Her quiet question made me want to snarl.

My shoulders sagged, all while I fought the debilitating need to release. “I thought I had more.” My eyes met hers, my mask feeling so restrictive. “Do you have any?”

“No.” She winced. “I threw them all out when I removed Milton’s things.”

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