Page 32 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

I had no idea how good it felt.

My fingers lace into his hair, pulling him closer as my head falls back and my eyes close to savor this moment. My mouth falls open, and a deep moan escapes the second he sucks my already hard and overly sensitive nipple into his mouth. Theinstant he draws in, it shoots a bolt of fire to the junction between my legs, and my pussy starts to tighten like I’ve never felt.

His tongue swirls around my nipple, and I’m lost in the high. It’s better than being drunk. It’s better than that time I smoked weed with the neighbor boy my senior year of high school. I’ve never done a drug harder than that, but I know based on how easily people become addicted that they must feel good.

What I’m experiencing right now feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. It makes me want to throw caution to the wind. It makes me forget my past. It makes me forget that the future is something I should be thinking about. Nothing matters but this moment, and the moves we make that take us to the next one.

I want more, and while that thought might have overwhelmed me before, it isn’t now. What changed so much in such a short time?

For the first time in my life, I’m not thinking or planning; I’m just doing. I don’t think about running my fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth to mine, I just do it, and when I do, he releases my breasts and stands before me again.

My hands move to the hem of his T-shirt. Grabbing it, I start working it up his chest. He reaches over his head, grabbing the shirt, and pulling it off, only breaking our kiss for a moment. He drops it onto the floor before his mouth moves back to mine.

My hands move up his toned abs, firm chest, and broad shoulders. As I kiss him, I open my eyes just enough to drink him in, captivated by the rise and fall of every muscle.

It’s easy to see how much he takes care of his body. At his age, most men are softening and losing their sharp angles, but not him. I think he has a better body than half the college guys I’ve dated over the past four years. He has a small amount of chest hair, only in the upper center portion of his chest. The hair is black with a few strands of gray, just like the hair on his head.I wonder if his facial hair would be the same if he were to let it grow.

His hands fall to my hips, and he squeezes while tugging me closer. My scrub pants start to inch down my hips, lower and lower until they’re below my ass. That’s when he picks me up and sets me on his desk. My panties are still in place, but my pants are now below my knees. My top is gone and my bra, while on, isn’t covering anything. Every time I’ve gotten this close, an internal panic has flared inside of me. Pants come off and the alarm blares, shattering the intensity of the moment so I could pull away. But that doesn’t happen this time, and that’s because the moment I feel that panic swell, his hand lands between my legs.

He presses the pad of his thumb against my bundle of nerves, and it causes something inside of me to bloom. A need I’ve never felt consumes me. It’s strong and intense. It can’t be ignored. It flips a switch inside of me. Instead of thinking about all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this, all I can think iswhy are we not moving faster?I need to feel everything I’ve missed out on—right now. I whimper against his lips, and that’s when he swipes his thumb beneath my panties. Feeling skin on skin is overwhelming. My back arches, and I gasp.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he mutters against my lips as he drags his thumb between my folds, spreading my arousal. He rubs the pad of his thumb around my bud, applying the perfect amount of pressure. “And so responsive. Does that feel good?”

My eyes open and lock with his as I nod. I’m too breathless to answer.

His eyes narrow slightly, and he leans in, touching the tip of his nose to my cheekbone. Slowly, he glides toward my ear. “Do you want me to stop touching you, Ally?” he whispers before pressing a kiss below my ear.

I shake my head as my eyes fall closed, lost in the sensation of his touch. Already, my stomach is tightening in a familiar way.

“You want me to keep touching you?”

I nod.

“Use your words,” he demands.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to keep touching me,” I manage to get out.

“You want me to make you come?”

Just hearing someone say those words is enough to cause a wave of embarrassment to wash through me, but I take a deep breath and dare myself to say the word. “Yes.”

He jerks his hand away from me, and before I can request that he put it back, he yanks my panties down. His mouth is back on mine, hard and fast as his hands move about, pulling off my shoes and allowing my pants and panties to fall onto the floor. His hand dives back between my legs, his warm, wet fingers rubbing against my center and working me higher and higher to my release. “You’re so wet. My dick is so hard right now,” he whispers against my lips.

I don’t know what comes over me. The only thing I can think about is seeing him and touching him. I slip my fingertips beneath the waistband of his athletic pants and push them down until his long, hard cock springs free. I wrap my hand around him, squeezing his shaft while working him slowly.

I’ve never gone all the way with a guy before, but I’m not completely innocent. I’ve done things, and knowing how to pleasure a man is one way I’ve held onto relationships without losing my virginity.

As he kisses me, his fingers move against my clit. My hand stays wrapped around his shaft, working him forward and back, drawing a drop of come from the tip as he gets more excited. He breaks our kiss and leans back slightly, our eyes locking eventhough our hands don’t stop. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Just having you touch me like this makes me want to come.” He wets his lips. “But I want to make you come more. I want to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.” He removes his hands from between my legs, and he grabs my wrist with the other. Pulling my hand away from him, he grabs ahold of himself, jacking off with my excitement that coats his fingers.

I can’t do anything but watch him pleasure himself. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way his bare chest rises and falls as his breathing becomes labored. The way his biceps flexes. The way his abs tighten, and his lips part. And then he releases my wrist and grabs my hips, pulling my ass to the edge of the desk. My mouth opens to tell him that I’m a virgin, but the words fall away when he glides his length between my swollen folds. I’ve only ever felt fingers and toys there. There’s something different about feeling his cock there, and the velvety soft skin covering his rock-hard shaft. We’re so close and yet still so far away. My body is consumed with need and fear. There’s a yearning deep inside of my stomach, but a voice in my head that’s screaming at me to stop this. I don’t know which to listen to.

The mental tug-of-war stops when the rim of his cock runs over my sensitive nub. It sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through me that makes all thoughts cease. Logic has no place here. The only thing that makes sense is to let my body take over, and my body says to lace my fingers into his hair, pull his mouth to mine, and kiss him like he’s the air I need to breathe. And so, I do.

Our mouths crash together, and that’s when his cock slides away from my clit and to my entrance. One roll of his hips has him thrusting into me. A half gasp, half scream rips from my throat when he thrusts into me, not only from the pleasure of finally getting what my body has been wanting but from the painof being filled in an unfamiliar way. His mouth absorbs most of my scream, and he jerks upward, coming to a stop inside me.

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