Page 46 of Doctor Grump

Iwas going to lose my mind.

I was being systematically tortured. That was the only way to describe what Ian was doing to me, his lips slowly driving me to the point of insanity. They trailed over my skin in a whisper, somehow managing to stop at the most sensitive parts. Then his tongue would come into play. He would lick me right there, where I was weakest, and laugh at my squeaked responses or scold me if I tried to move.

It went on for what felt like hours despite my moans and pleas. At some point, I didn’t even know if I was begging for an end to the torment or for it to continue. All I knew was that I could not take it anymore.

“Oh, honey,” Ian said huskily, and with my hazy vision, I saw his mischievous smile. “We’re only just getting started.”

And that was when he licked my nipple.

I squealed loud enough to be heard in a neighboring condo.

“Shhh,” Ian murmured in my ear when that happened. “You don’t want Kendy waking up anytime soon, do you?”

I shook my head frantically. No, that would be the worst possible thing, but not only because it might traumatize the little girl.

Because it would also mean he would have to stop.

And it was hard to think about that as he continued to lave and suck my nipples, groaning as he did so.

“Damn, you’re sweet. I’ve longed to get my mouth on these for a long time,” he muttered. “You taste so good.”

“Ughmm,” was my intelligent response as I writhed on the bed. It was a wonder I could even hear him properly with my heart pounding in my ears. Every sense was heightened, every nerve in my body begging for attention. My body drew tight as his lips began trailing down my stomach and past my belly button before slowly reaching my center. He shifted my panties to the side and lightly brushed his lips over my mound. I jerked.

“No,” I tried protesting. “I haven’t shaved—”

“And I don’t remember asking you to,” he grunted, placing his other hand on my stomach to hold me down as his fingers spread me open. I watched in overwhelming anticipation as his tongue came out to slowly lick my clit, his eyes on mine the whole time.

I bit my lip to stop the dying sound that threatened to escape me, and a metallic taste filled my mouth. God, who knew pleasure could be this sharp, this electric, nearly morphing into pain? It had me biting hard enough to draw blood.

Ian must have noticed because he raised his head, his lips wet and mouth tutting in disapproval. "No, don’t do that. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I can’t….” I gasped but couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence.

“Can’t what?” Ian asked like he actually wanted an answer even though the mischievous man had his hand on my clit, and he was rubbing and teasing. God, I couldn’t answer him. I could barely remember my own name, much less form a word. My eyes slid shut, my entire body becoming a conduit for the pleasure running through it. I fell back against the bed, finally giving in to the madness. I couldn’t fight it anymore, and there was nothing I could do to hold back.

“That’s it,” he said hoarsely, sounding so damn vindicated. “Just give it all to me.”

I did, but I could no longer hold back the crazed sounds escaping me. Of course, Ian had an answer for that, too, and he slid his hand over my mouth as his lips once again buried themselves in my pussy. And then he ate me out to his satisfaction, groaning in hunger and appreciation as he did. All I could do was fist the bedsheets and lose my mind with the sensations I had never felt before.

God, how had I gone through all my twenty-four years without feeling anything like this before?I hadn’t felt anything even close to this in my life, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without it after.

I didn’t know if I could at this point. I was pretty sure I loved him.

And it was with that stunning realization that I finally let go and came all over his face.

Ian seemed pleased, moaning as he lapped it all up. Then, he came up to me, his eyes betraying a crazed quality as he smiled like a man intoxicated.

“I’m drunk on you,” he murmured as if reading my mind. “You’re the fucking best thing I ever tasted.”

As he spoke, I felt his giant length press against me, and I shivered. I remembered the first time we did it. When his girth had spread me wide. But it was a pain I craved and wanted more than my next breath. I tried to voice it out to him, but all that came out of me were garbled sounds that made little sense. It didn’t matter. He understood, or perhaps he needed me just as much as I needed him because he backed up for a few seconds to remove his pants. Ian had apparently decided on commando today, and I watched in awe as his girthy cock bobbed into view.

Damn, he really was huge.

I saw a slight shake in his hand when he wrapped it briefly around his cock. Then he removed his hand and quickly jiggled his bedside drawer open, searching for a few moments before pulling out a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, quickly slipped it on, and moved to align himself to my entrance.

“Not sure how long this is going to last, sweetheart,” he said in a harsh whisper. “I’ve wanted you again for too long.”

“I’ve wanted you too,” I whispered. “Hurry.”

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