Page 64 of Doctor Mile High
“You’re so thick,” she moans. “I miss you stretching me. I can’t wait to feel you inside me again. I wish you were right now, making me scream your name.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, remembering what she sounds like when I have her cry my name into the night.
I hit her clit over and over again, every stroke sending me closer to orgasm. Dove slams her fist against the wall, her whimpers becoming louder, quicker, her hips stuttering and losing rhythm.
“That’s it. Good girl. Come for me.” I flex my hips harder, hitting that bundle of nerves with more force.
“Winston!” she screams, my cock becoming soaked with her cum.
Knowing this was enough has my own orgasm moments away. I spin her around, push her to her knees, and ram my cock into her mouth. Wrapping her hair around my wrist, I use it to fuck her face. Her eyes water and she chokes, gagging on me when I hit the back of her throat.
“I better not see a drop leave that wicked little mouth, Dove. You better swallow so I’m inside you in some way, shape, or form.” I toss my head back, officially losing my breath from how good her mouth feels. “Fuck!” I shout, my cum pouring down her throat in fast jets.
Dove sucks every drop down like she should, humming as if she’s appreciative. She licks and sucks, cleaning me off. Lifting her from the ground, I cup her face and kiss her again, burying my tongue inside her mouth. I taste myself, the saltiness dull across my taste buds.
I pull away, both of us gasping for air, and relaxation shines from her eyes. Her lips are red and swollen from our kiss and there are a few hickeys on her neck that I didn’t mean to leave, but I’m happy she’s marked.
“I still want more. You better be ready for later,” she warns, nipping at my chest.
“Dove, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. You better get ready to go or we won’t ever leave this room.”
“I know. I’m going to be late, but it was worth it.” She eyes me up and down, staring at my semi-hard cock. “Damn it. I can’t stare at you all day.” She bends down and throws my sweatpants at me. “Get dressed. You’re driving me insane.” She runs into her closet to get dressed and I can’t help but chuckle, loving how much she wants me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been wanted like this, and it makes me the happiest man alive.
“I’m taking baby Winston too. He has a check-up so I’ll be a few hours. What are your plans?” Dove walks out in simple jeans and a plain green T-shirt with her hair up in a messy bun. Her cheeks are pink from what we just did.
“You are so beautiful.” I give her a quick peck. “The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
She peers up at me through her long lashes, her blue eyes sparkling. “I never believed it until I met you. I feel beautiful with you.”
“Because you are.”
“So are you.” She drags her knuckles down my cheek and I close my eyes, leaning against her touch. “The most handsome man,” she whispers as if she’s speaking to herself. “I really need to go but you make it so hard to leave.”
I grin, then push her away and spank her ass. “Go. We’ll meet here in a few hours. I have a few errands I need to run too. Send me a list of anything you need, okay? I’ll grab it.”
“Thank you.” She stands on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss before heading out the door. “I love you, Winston.”
“I love you too,” I say to her as she leaves the bedroom to get our son ready.
I should tell her I’m meeting Hanson today to talk to him, but I don’t want her to know. I need to talk to him first to see how real this friendship is, and she wouldn’t like it if she knew I was meeting him. I know how much it bothers her that they aren’t talking, and I’m going to do my best to fix it.
As long as Hanson knows there’s no way in hell he can ever have her, then I’ll be fine with their friendship.
The line needs to be drawn.
Now.
I sit at the café waiting for Hanson, drinking a very much needed coffee. I already ordered my lunch, a caprese sandwich, and the refreshing crisp of the tomato is so good. Dove and I haven’t been eating that healthy since we’ve been home. We’ve needed quick and fast food because of all the time baby Winston takes.
Maybe I can convince Dove to let me hire a private chef. We would have excellent meals and we can still focus on our son without having to worry about food. I’ll need to order her something from the café. She would love this sandwich.
A shadow falls over the table before a man sits down across from me. He has on dark jeans and a plain blue T-shirt, nothing too impressive. He clearly didn’t care if he impressed me or nottoday. His hair is a bit long, wavy, slicked back. His demeanor reminds me of my brother, Wyatt. Acts uncaring but cares more than he lets on.
We sit in silence, the air tight with tension. I pick up my coffee, taking a sip of the latte before I lean back, getting more comfortable. I hate childish games. It’s no wonder Dove never picked Hanson. She’s too mature for the likes of him. I can already tell he’s had his money handed to him, like I have. We have that in common, but the difference is that I stay humble.
And I continue to work hard and not live off family money alone, unlike Hanson.
