Page 17 of Lucky Dr & the Rockstar Next Door

I smiled, feeling hot and playful. “Make me.”

He switched his mouth to the other breast and did a hot tongue-rolling move that made me weak in the knees. He groaned and devoured my breast until he heard that magic word.

“Mac, yes!”

He rewarded me by kissing his way down my body, over my soft belly, and parting my thighs.

“Mac!” His tongue slipped past my lips and found my clit, swollen, wet, and vibrating with need. My fingers tangled in his hair as my hips rolled against his mouth, savoring the way he devoured me like I was dessert.

He grabbed one leg and flung it over his shoulder, licking my clit while two thick fingers sank deep inside me. “Fuck,” he growled against my core. “So tight.”

I was close—extremely close. This was even faster than my vibrator, and I rode his mouth and fingers until the orgasm detonated from my core. “Oh. My. God. Mac, oh fuck!” My legs gave out, and Mac was right there, guiding me onto the sofa.

“I love to hear my name on your lips.”

A shaky moan escaped as he kissed his way up my body. “Mac, that was… amazing. Please don’t tell me you’re good at everything.”

He laughed and stood, slowly removing his clothes until he was gloriously naked in front of me. He was all lean muscle, tattoos, and a long, thick cock.

“Damn, you’re even more gorgeous naked.”

He smiled. “Honey, you know all the right things to say.” Then he covered his body with mine and slid his cock deep inside me. He was long and thick, stretching me out deliciously. “You feel absolutely perfect, Kayla.”

“No,” I shook my head and smiled. “That’s all you. I’m so full.”

“Keep talking like that, and this’ll be over far too soon.” His hips moved in a slow and steady rhythm that pushed me closer and closer to orgasm number two.

“Oh, yes!” My back arched, and my fingernails dug into the flesh of his biceps as he hit that special spot over and over. “Don’t. Stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” That killer smile was driving me even crazier. “Kay, oh fuck.” I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, and he sank balls deep.

I felt the orgasm building. “Mac,” I warned, and he picked up the pace, smiling as I met him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust.

“I feel you, greedy pussy hugging me like she never wants to let me go.”

“Dirty,” I panted around a smile. It was the good kind of dirty, the kind that made my body react, my pussy clamping down harder.

“You like it.”

I loved it. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He reared back onto his knees and fucked me harder and deeper, moving faster with every stroke until that band of tension around my body snapped. “Kayla,” he groaned as I squeezed around him while pleasure coursed through me.

“Mac, oh my god! Mac, yes!”

Moments later, he filled me with warm jets of his orgasm, his hips pumping until every last ounce of pleasure was wrung from our bodies.

“That was even better than I imagined.”

He froze and pulled back with a smile. “You thought about sex with me?”

I nodded. “I did more than think. And I promise the real thing was even better. Much better.”

He let out a low moan as our bodies separated. “Well, now I have to reward such dirty talk.” Mac scooped me into his arms and carried me to my bedroom, where he rewarded me beautifully.

Twice.

We fell asleep in my bed, with Mac’s arms wrapped around me and a smile on my face.

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