Page 52 of Doctor Bossy

But the worst thing was his eyes.

They were completely focused as they ran down my body, and it was like he had turned all that intensity with which he studied molecular particles to my body. He was fascinated by the workings of it, biting his lip when I squirmed and testing the spot, again and again, until shivers broke out over my skin.

His fingers left me for a brief moment to sweep my shirt over my head and tug off my bra.

Then, he was a guitarist strumming my nipple until I was gasping and biting my lip to keep from crying out.

“Mmmm.” His voice was a deep rumble of satisfaction that brought my attention back to him. I saw that he was still staring at me. He seemed to take a sordid pleasure from watching his fingers torture me slowly and drive me to the edge of insanity.

“I said don’t move,” he suddenly said without glancing at me, and that was when I realized my hand had traveled to touch his skin, needing some kind of contact to ground me. I felt like parts of my body were floating away somewhere between the real world and this dream realm that he’d transported me to.

“I can’t stay still,” I murmured with a sharp gasp as he pressed my nipple between his fingers and rubbed them after to soothe the sting. Then, he leaned forward, his tongue coming out to lick the tortured nub that was engorged and straining toward him. I jerked as the wet heat of his tongue touched it, crying out as his mouth closed over it and began to suckle.Oh my God.I felt my body tremble, felt my hips moving restlessly against the sheets.It felt so damn good.

Finally, his eyes met mine, the dark intent in his eyes sending sparks throughout my body.

“You can and you will,” he said.

With that, he moved lithely like a fox down my body until he was kneeling with his face right over my pussy. His fingers snapped open the button of my jeans, tugging them to my knees before he brought his face closer. He took a deep breath and then sighed. “You smell so good. I’ve been dreaming about tasting you again.”

“Do it. Please,” I gasped, finally to the point of begging. “Please, just…put your mouth on me or something. Anything.”

He smiled then, a wicked smile that spoke to the mischievous man behind the mask. “Much obliged.”

And then he put his mouth on me.

Oh God, it was like before—that crazy quickie in his office that replayed way too many times in my mind. Except it was even worse because now, there was no danger of anyone walking in, no one outside to stop us. And Griffin seemed determined to drive me to the edge of frenzy because he took his time licking, sucking, and nipping like a panther playing with his favorite bites of meat. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t. It was simply too much to watch him eat me out while his eyes gazed up at me, ablaze with an emerald heat that made them look almost glowing as he took in all my reactions.

And there were a lot of them.

I writhed like a woman possessed, pleasure ripping through me with the force of an avalanche. It was my turn to grip the bedsheets to keep from burying my hands in his hair. I looked at him while I did it, too, to send the message.See, I can be good. I can obey.

And he must have heard the unspoken words because, just then, he decided to reward me by giving me just a little bit more, the hint of a finger at the opening of my pussy. My core spasmed around it, everything inside me pleading, begging to be penetrated. I knew I was going to come when he finally did it. I could feel it at the back of my spine, in the stars that were already swimming into my vision, that I was on the very edge, and it would take nothing at all to make me fall over.

All of a sudden, he spanked me. Right on the clit.

I scissored up in bed as pain exploded through my body. My legs shook, toes curling in. God, this was both heaven and hell, and pleasure and pain fought a losing battle within me. My body was a riot of sensations, and I did not know which one to hold on to. The pain wasn’t so much the bite from the slap but more the truncated orgasm that was still there in the back, waiting at the edge in jagged frustration.

“Shh,” Griffin muttered. “Lay down again.”

When I didn’t immediately obey, he put his hand on the front of my body and gently pushed me until I was lying down in bed. And then he began again, rubbing my clit and teasing me back into mewling pleasure, sending me soaring to greater heights than before.

And just when I reached the peak, he spanked me again, this time on my inner thigh.

I gasped, tears pooling in my eyes. They were tears of frustration because, at this point, the arousal was so sharp and painful that I had to come. I would die if I didn’t come in the next few minutes as I was at my limit.

And Griffin must have known that because the next time his fingers caressed me, running over my heated skin, his finger slowly slipped inside me, filling me to the brim as he whispered, “That’s right. Come for me.”

I did, with blinding intensity. My spine arched, everything inside me holding still as the wave finally, thankfully, broke inside me. I think I might have cried. I definitely screamed as the flood finally washed out of me, and I collapsed onto the bed.

But Griffin wasn’t done with me.

Within the span of a few seconds, he reversed our positions again, lying back as I sat on him. I felt the heat of his hardness under me and grasped it, somehow still hungry for more. It felt like nothing at all to guide him to my soaking entrance, biting my lip as I worked the mushroom tip into me.

He was huge. But I was determined and craving the filling sensation more than anything.

“Fuck.” Griffin’s head tilted back, his hands grasping my waist as I worked myself over him. I saw the strain on his face and the way the veins stood out starkly on his neck, which only made my desire climb higher. Torturously slow, I pushed myself down, biting my lips as I went until I was completely filled up.

Then I was riding on top of him as his hips pushed up to meet me. His hands squeezed my waist, and his face twisted in a pleasured grimace.

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