Page 43 of Devaney's Doctor Daddy

Of course not. Wouldn’t want them to think anything untoward was going on, she thought wildly, giggles welling in her chest.

She rolled her lips between her teeth to keep from saying anything and stayed silent even when Eric raised a challenging brow in her direction.

It wasn’t so much that she was opposed to being gagged—she liked the idea of having something in her mouth, another way to make her helpless, something forcing her to relinquish still more control—but she’d be good if she could help it.

Assured she was going to be quiet, Eric went back to his oral ministrations, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud of her nipple and then drawing it deep into his mouth for a full-bodied insistent suck that somehow made her feel voluptuous and bountiful, a goddess of wisdom and plenty instead of a run-down middle-age single mom. How did he do that?

Eric alternated his attentions between her nipples, sucking and lightly biting first one and then the other, always toying with the one that wasn’t being ravished with his mouth with his clever fingers. The way he touched her had her practically writhing on the table and forgetting completely that she was bared to the waist.

She couldn’t forget that she was in a doctor’s office though—no, that was part of what made this so hot; the taboo, the wrongness of it, his authority over her in this context, that crisp white coat that was essentially sartorial competence porn.

Finally Eric relinquished his hold on her nipples with one last pinch, one last bite, and smiled down at her.

“Well, Miss Norfolk, it appears that you’re quite responsive to oral stimulation, but I’d like to check if you’re wet as we’d expect.”

He’d washed his hands at the beginning of the exam but did so again and then pulled gloves on. Was there something universal about the snapping of gloves inspiring some sort of reaction in people? Maybe it was dread or nerves, but today it made her pussy contract with need. She couldn’t wait to have Eric inside her—yes, mostly his thick cock but fingers would be better than nothing at all.

He rolled a stool to the end of the exam table and pulled her hips to the edge before extending the stirrups and settling her heels in the plastic cradles. That alone was enough to make her buck her hips involuntarily. Then he tightened buckles over her ankles before pushing the remainder of her gown up to her waist where the garment with its already flimsy protection became completely useless, and spread her bound legs indecently wide.

While she swallowed her objections, she did gasp and squeeze her eyes shut, arching her back when what she really wanted to do was beg for him to stand between her thighs and make her feel him, force her to take his thick cock inside her.

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Good lord. He always got a rush from doing this—that was just how he was wired. It was like a switch flipped from consummate professional Doctor Southerland who was well-regarded in the community and had a bustling practice of kids who almost to a person liked and trusted him, to a filthy deviant who very much enjoyed fulfilling his own and other people’s fantasies. Of course he sometimes acted as a real physician when there were littles who were sick or injured and his feelings and demeanor then tipped toward the former.

He’d ceased a long time ago to feel conflicted about who he was and what he enjoyed—there was just too much information coming from too many sides for him not to believe that people genuinely liked, appreciated, and respected him for precisely who he was.

Having Devy strapped down and spread out with the thin gown around her waist that made her look more naked than if she actually had no clothes on was a whole different ballgame. She was something else.

Sweet and responsive with those flashing blue eyes, those delightful faux-affronted exclamations… Yeah, his dick was already straining the zipper of his slacks.Damn.

He’d seen between her legs before when he’d changed her diapers, administered her enemas, bathed her. He hadn’t lingered then, though, and she hadn’t been in any space to enjoy it. No, she’d been in pain and he’d cared for her as best he could. Now, though, he could do so much more. Not just take away discomfort but add pleasure. And he intended to heap so much pleasure on Devaney Norfolk that she begged him to stop.

Rolling the stool closer, he flicked on a light that illuminated the garden of Eden in front of him. Neatly trimmed thatch of wiry but still soft golden hair framing swollen and flushed labia, her sweet little clit peeking out at him and of course her pussy that was glistening with slick arousal. Gorgeous.

He wanted to bury his face and his fingers in her until he had to come up for air, but he’d promised her an experience and he’d deliver.

His buttercup bucked and moaned as he pressed his thumbs into her mound and then massaged out and down toward her opening. Way too many men ignored how big the clitoris actually was. When they could find it at all, they went for just that tiny visible piece. Not him. He’d make good use of all of it to drive his woman crazy.

“Outer genitalia all normal,” he told her, fighting to keep up the illusion when all he wanted to do was set on her and make his Devy baby shake and scream.

“And it does appear that your body is producing the natural lubrication one would expect from this degree of arousal. Not everyone does, of course, but you can save the lube for…other activities.”

Shy little thing squeaked and yeah, he couldn’t wait to get in her ass. First though, he used her own honey to slick a finger over and around her clit, studying her reactions to different movements, different rhythms, determining which she seemed to like best, and listening to her gasps and moans and—when she was coherent enough—her words.

“Yes, oh god, there. Yes, don’t stop. Please, Doctor Eric.”

Fuck. Between her hips rocking up toward him and her hands pulsing in and out of fists above her head to the way she tossed her hair, she was glowing. So lusty and hot-blooded, nothing like the worn-down woman who’d been sick in his office only a couple weeks ago.

Not stopping as requested, he eased a finger inside her pussy, that hot, tight channel hugging the intruder, and welcoming the second he quickly speared into her. So slick and so close, what would it feel like when her perfect little cunt was surrounding his dick? Heaven, he would expect.

“Ah!” she cried as he found that bundle of nerves on the front wall of her pussy and stroked it as he thrust his fingers into her over and over again, never stopping the circles he was rubbing on her clit.

“That’s it, babygirl. Almost there. I wanna see you come all over my hands, Devy. Look at you all spread out and desperate, fucking yourself on your doctor’s fingers while he examines you. What a dirty little thing you are. Come on, work that pussy until you climax.”

He fucked her harder with his fingers, gaze glued to her flushed cheeks, eyes squeezed tight shut and her teeth biting down into her plump bottom lip as she ground her sex against his hands. If he wasn’t careful he was going to blow his load before he even got inside her and wouldn’t that be a goddamn shame.

Lucky for him, he was saved by a sudden pulse of Devy’s muscles around his fingers, her crying out as she canted her hips to get at that perfect angle that was sending her into the stratosphere. She was so fucking beautiful like this—so incredible when she was his.

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