Page 147 of Texting Dr. Stalker

I couldn’t speak.

I merely let go and leaned back.

With a heavy groan, I spread my legs and let my head fall.

Her lips tipped into a sinful smile, the butterfly mask over her eyes keeping her blind as she scooted a little closer on her knees and fisted me hesitantly. “That’s more like it.”

I chuckled-coughed-choked.

And then I cried out like a pubescent teen as her fingers looped tighter, somehow finding the perfect pressure.

My eyes rolled back in my head. “I’m telling you now, I’m going to severely embarrass myself.”

“As long as it feels good for you, I don’t care.”

“Everything about you feels good,” I whispered, my tongue almost slurring as if I was drunk. “After tasting you yesterday, I had no choice but to service myself. You were in my nose, my mouth, my heart.”

My voice cut off as she stroked me, long and slow.

It was torturous.

Forcing words to form, I added, “I came in a few strokes. So it’s reallymewho should be thankingyou.” I groaned mid-sentence, my breath coming fast and shallow as she pumped me again. “I haven’t felt a release that explosive in a really long time.”

“Do you think this one will be better than that one?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded, unable to speak like a normal person. “Y-You’re going to break me. I can…Christ—” I suffered a full-body spasm. “I can already feel it.”

“Good.” Her hand pulsed, squeezing around me as she pressed down then came back up.

I almost passed out.

My hands balled into fists by my thighs. My legs turned to stone. My heart smoked with speed. And all I could focus on was what she did to me. The way her thumb swirled at the top and pressed down. The way her fingers gripped and jerked.

I lost track of time and space and sanity as she returned the favour by shoving me up a rocky, agonising hill and held me poised and panting at the top.

“S—Lori.” My teeth pulled back as I snarled at the ceiling. “Fuck, please—”

Her hand came down, grinding to my base.

I lost it.

I didn’t just come, I ruptured.

Supernova pain quaked between my legs and shot along every nerve ending of my cock. My stomach cramped. My bones broke. I snarled as the first ripple exploded, followed by another and another andanother.

Ribbons of white spurted up my black t-shirt as she followed my body’s natural rhythm and milked me. She didn’t stop and when the end came with a blanket of sensitivity and sweetest agony, I snatched her wrist and stilled her. “Enough. I…” I sucked in a shallow breath. “I-I’m done.”

With a sultry smile, she let me go and held up her fingers. “Tell me, X…do I need to wash my hand? I can’t see after all.”

A shocked chuckle interrupted my attempt at catching air. Translucent liquid roped between her fingers, marking her completely as mine.

Without a word, I tucked myself away, buckled and zipped, then threaded my fingers with hers. Her wet ones merged with my dry ones, combining our arousal. Sifting my other hand through her hair, careful not to undo her blindfold, I tugged her close and kissed her.

Our lips pressed, parted, and joined.

Our tongues hunted, found, and tangled.

We kissed with our palms joined and fingers knotted, and I’d never been so at peace or so fucking broken.

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