Page 30 of Dr Feel Good
When he didn’t immediately obey my demand, I did the only thing I could think of: goad him further.
“Unless you’re too much of a pussy? Maybe you aren’t a real dom—”
A hard blow to each ass cheek shut me up. I didn’t hide the moan that slipped out.
“Count the hits, safe word is kitten,” he ordered.
Kitten? Interesting choice.
“Repeat it back to me.”
“Count the hits—”
My sarcasm earned two more blows.
“The fucking safe word, smartass.”
“Kitten,” I said, anticipation building.
“Good girl. Start from one.”
His hand met my ass again, hard enough for me to feel my cheeks jiggle. Sitting down would be a challenge later, but I didn’t care. I wanted more.
“One,” I panted, my arousal soaking my thighs. A moan left when he spanked me again. “Two.”
By the fifth hit, I was positive I’d dripped onto Felix’s pants. By the tenth hit, I was grinding against nothing, longing for him to fill me.
“Look at you,” he purred, his onslaught ending. “Humping the air like a bitch in heat.”
He trailed a hand over my sore ass, massaging my cheeks, before descending between my legs. My thighs fell open easily, and I whimpered when two thick fingers sank knuckle-deep into my pussy.
He groaned. “You’re so fucking wet, pet.”
Pleasure exploded when he curled his fingers, the ‘come hither’ motion stimulating my G-spot. Months of another human being not touching me this way made his caresses feel heavenly, even with his teasing, leisurely pace.
“Oh my fucking god,” I whined, rutting against his hand.
He chuckled, speeding up his fingers. My head fell back, eyes closing in bliss as my orgasm rapidly mounted. Felix gripped my hair, the tight hold making me clench around his invading digits. A third finger joined the second, and soon, I was exploding. My juices rushed out of me, soaking his hand as I keened in ecstasy. It felt so fucking good and left me wanting more.
His fingers slipped out as I came down from my high. He pulled my hair tighter, forcing me to look at him. When our eyes locked, he brought the fingers coated in my essence to my lips, rubbing them against them.
“Lick them clean,” he said.
I didn’t hesitate to obey; my lips encased his digits. I swirled my tongue around the pads of his fingers, sampling my own flavor and replacing my juices with spit.
“Good girl,” he praised when he considered my job complete.
I wiggled off his lap and sat back on my heels, awaiting my next command. He smirked down at me, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip, seeming to sense that I wasn’t satisfied with a mere fingerfuck.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I need you inside me, sir,” I said at once.
My mouth watered when he unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His glorious cock sprang free, hard and angry.
“Prepare me with your mouth, pet, then I’ll give you what you want.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, wrapping my lips around the tip of his dick.
