Page 42 of Single Daddy Doctor Dreamy

With a slow, deliberate motion, I lean down and take the tip of his cock into my warm mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. Joel's eyes roll back as he lets out a guttural moan, his hands tangling in my hair. "Oh, Lucy," he gasps, his hips instinctively thrusting forward.

I revel in the power I hold over him, my mouth working its magic as I take more of him in, my tongue flicking and teasing. I love the way his body trembles as I suck and lick, driving him closer to the edge.

"Wait, Lucy," Joel pants, his hands gently guiding my head away. "I want to be inside you when I come. I want to feel you around me."

My eyes sparkle with mischief as I sit up, my breasts heaving with my rapid breaths. "Then don't keep me waiting, Joel," I tease, my fingers guiding his throbbing cock to my entrance.

With a single, powerful thrust, Joel buries himself deep within me, filling me completely. I gasp at the sudden invasion, my body stretching to accommodate his size. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

Joel pauses, savoring the sensation of being enveloped by my warmth. He looks down at me, his eyes filled with adoration. "You feel so damn good, Lucy," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I never want this to end."

I smile, my heart overflowing with love and desire.

Joel begins to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, my moans fill the room. I match his pace, my nails digging into his shoulders, leaving marks of passion on his skin.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fill the air, a primal rhythm that drives us both wild. Joel's eyes never leave mine as he plunges into me again and again, his own pleasure building with each stroke.

My body tightens around him, my muscles clenching as I near my climax. "Joel, I'm so close," I cry out, my voice hoarse and raw. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Joel's own control is slipping as he feels my walls pulsating around him. He thrusts harder, faster, driving us both towards the precipice of ecstasy. "Come with me, Lucy," he growls, his voice rough with need.

With a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter, our cries of pleasure echoing in the room. My body convulses around Joel's, milking every last drop of his essence as he filled me with his hot release. Our hearts race, and our breaths mingle in the aftermath of our shared climax.

Joel collapses onto the bed beside me, his body spent. He pulls me close, our sweat-slicked bodies molding togetherperfectly. "That was incredible," he whispers, his lips brushing my temple.

Afterward, we lie together, his arm draped over my waist as I trace lazy circles on his chest. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the faint echo of the town outside.

“You know,” Joel says, his voice rough with sleep. “I used to think I didn’t have room in my life for anything more than work and the boys. But you… you changed everything, Lucy.”

My throat tightens with emotion, and I press a kiss to his chest. “I didn’t do anything special,” I say softly.

“You did,” he insists, tilting my chin up so I’m looking at him. “You made me see that I could have more. That I deserved more.”

Tears prick my eyes, and I blink them away, overwhelmed by the depth of his words. “I love you, Joel,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“I love you too,” he replies, his green eyes shining with sincerity.

We drift off to sleep tangled together, the promise of a new day and a new chapter waiting for us.

The morning sun filters through the curtains, soft and golden, waking me gently. Joel stirs beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as he mumbles something unintelligible. For a moment, I simply lie there, basking in the warmth of his body and the stillness of the room.

“Morning,” I murmur, brushing a kiss to his jaw.

He opens one eye, giving me a sleepy smile. “Morning. Did you sleep okay?”

“Better than okay,” I reply, stretching lazily. “How about you?”

“Best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages,” he admits, running a hand through his already messy hair. “But I think it had less to do with the bed and more to do with you.”

I laugh softly, my cheeks flushing. Before I can respond, there’s a soft knock at the door. Room service.

Joel gets up, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt before answering. The smell of fresh coffee, bacon, and pastries fills the room as the server wheels in a tray laden with food. My stomach growls in anticipation, and Joel grins at me.

“Hungry?” he teases, pouring us both coffee.

“Starving,” I admit, pulling the covers around me as I sit up.

We eat in bed, the kind of lazy, indulgent breakfast that feels like a luxury in our usually hectic lives. Joel feeds me bites of fruit and steals sips of my coffee, and I can’t stop smiling. It’s perfect.

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