Page 68 of Doctor Mile High
I bite my bottom lip, watching as he takes the briefs off too with a knowing smirk.
He stands before me like a god, chiseled and defined like a statue, and his cock slaps his belly, the weight of it heavy. The vein is thick, protruding with how hard it’s pumping the blood toward his girth.
Without saying a word, Winston crawls onto the bed again, drifting his fingertips up my leg until he cups my pussy. I gasp, arching my back, the touch alone bringing fire to my blood.
“Already so wet for me, Dove.”
I grip his cock, giving it a firm stroke, and he shuts his eyes, mouth parting in a groan. “You’re already so hard for me.” I nip at his chin, my body about to burst with need. “I can’t wait any longer, Winston. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t have you inside me.”
His lips crash to mine once more, the skilled, firm clouds meshing against mine like they were meant to. The scruff of his two-day beard rubs my skin raw, but I don’t care. I like the added pain, the added pleasure, knowing it’s him that can make me hurt like this.
Hurt in a way that only he can relieve.
My hands fly to his back, roaming the firm muscles by digging my fingers into the softness of his skin. In a fury of need, hishands touch and grab every inch of my body he can reach. My thigh, my ass, cupping my breasts, a frenzy of touch in under a minute.
“I can’t wait another minute. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve felt you.” He pushes my panties to the side and with his free hand, guides his cock to my entrance. “Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop. Being cleared means nothing if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Just fuck me already!” I cry out, just as he drives into me in one hard thrust.
I’m so wet, he glides in to the hilt, and both of us groan together, hanging onto one another or we’ll forget to breathe. I bite his shoulder, whimpering at how good he feels, and I already feel like I’m going to come.
“You feel so good. Oh god, Winston. Move, please,” I beg him.
He shakes his head, his fingers digging into my thighs so hard I know they’ll bruise. “I need a minute. Fuck!” He tosses his head back, the tendons in his neck protruding, and I leave small nibbles down his throat. “Goddamn it, Dove.” He pins me down by my throat, his eyes wild with desire. His pupils are so blown, his eyes look black, and his lips shine from my red gloss.
It’s smeared all over the sides of his mouth. He kisses me again, his tongue dancing with mine, and the only rhythm that matters is how quick we are to taste one another. He pins my hands above my head, keeping me still and trapped.
Finally he moves, but the pace isn’t slow and easy, it’s desperate and fast. Every drive of his hips is unrelenting.
“Yes! Winston, yes! You feel so good. Oh god, I forgot how good you felt.”
“You’re never going to forget again.” He bites my bottom lip, growling, ramming into me so hard, the bed begins to move across the floor. His cock slams into me and I toss my head back, crying out to the ceiling.
Winston covers my mouth with his hand, his hair becoming disheveled. “You’re going to have to learn to be quiet, Love Dove. If you wake the baby, he’s going to cry for you, and I don’t plan on leaving this tight cunt until you’ve come all over me and I have you so full, your thighs are wet from how much cum will drip out of you. Understand?”
I nod, wondering how the hell I’m going to be able to remain quiet when all I want to do is scream until my throat is raw.
“Every morning. Every night. I’m going to be in between your legs. I’m going to fuck you every day. You’ll never be able to forget me then. There won’t be a part of you that won’t be able to feel what I’ve done. You’ll be so sore and you’ll know it was because of me.” He drives into me again, grunting with every glide of his cock against my walls.
Our skin becomes slick with sweat, our bodies shining from the light sheen building on our flesh. Wrapping his arms around me, he changes positions. He sits, lifting me onto his lap, and I drop my arms onto his shoulders, riding him.
My lips part as a small moan escapes.
“Just like that, Dove. Fuck, just like that.” His brings a palm down on my ass, the skin stinging with a slight burn. He grips my thighs next, placing a punishing hold on me.
“Winston. Winston,” I say in warning, my orgasm closer with every stroke. “Oh god.” I move faster, hating to be so close to the edge without falling. “Winston!” I whimper, needing more.
He sucks a nipple into my mouth just as he dives his hand between my legs and pinches my clit, then rubs it in circles.
My thighs begin to tremble and my back arches when my orgasm causes my hips to stutter. My body becomes lightweight. Gravity doesn’t exist. I’m floating on a high only Winston can bring me.
“That’s it. Come all over my cock. Show me how much this pretty pussy missed me. You’re soaking me, Dove. You needed me so much, didn’t you?” He kisses the middle of my chest, licking the sweat from my body as he drags his tongue to my lips.
I gasp for breath, catching him looking down at where we’re connected. The sheer black lace is pushed to the side and only the very base of his cock can be seen. He’s right. I’ve soaked him. He yanks my breasts out of the lingerie, sucking each nipple into his mouth.
“I love the taste of your milk. So fucking sweet.” He continues to drink, kneading the other breast with his hand, and I don’t know why this is so erotic to me, but it has me rocking my hips.
To my surprise, he shoves me backward, flips me over, grips my hair, and slides into me again. He yanks my head back with a hard tug, brings me to my knees so my back and his front are pressed together.
