Page 7 of Doctor Daddy

She let out a whining moan and pushed back against me.

I slid out before slamming my hips forward again, driving into her wet heat.

I reached up and unzipped the dress, pulling it away from her shoulders. I placed a kiss on the skin of her back. She was so smooth. Her smell reached up into my brain and made me completely unable to focus.

Brooke rolled her hips back. She gripped onto a box on the shelf and began pounding on it. She made these sexy little grunts with each thrust.

I slid my hand into her dress, along her side. The feel of her under my fingers, around my cock should not have felt as good as it did.

She grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I kneaded the handful of supple softness she had given me. She was so fucking hot. I couldn’t think straight, let alone remember the last time I had been so for a woman I had to take her before they had even served dinner.

“Oh, oh,” her cries were timed perfectly as her inner muscles clenched my dick.

It felt like she didn’t want to let go of me. It felt so fucking amazing.

“Oh, Doctor Mark.”

“Shit.” I wasn’t going to last much longer.

She was close, but I was closer, and I didn’t want to be finished with her just yet. I eased back out of her.

She whimpered. I felt like whimpering.

I spun her around. Her eyes were wide and bright, her mouth open, and wet and needy for my kisses.

I pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her bra. I was slightly disappointed it wasn’t red but flesh toned.

Brooke reached in and pulled one of her breasts free. My mouth was on her instantly, sucking her nipple until it was hard in my mouth. We fumbled with boxes and the shelving until I lifted her and braced her ass against them. I hiked her legs around me and sank my cock back into her.

I drove into her hard while sucking and pulling on her nipple.

She clutched my head to her. Her breathing grew faster, and those fucking noises.

“Doctor Mark!” Fuck that was sexy, especially in her tight about to cum voice. I think she bit me as her body clenched and spasmed in orgasm.

I spilled everything I had. “Fuck, Brooke, oh fuck.”

I hadn’t cum so hard in what was probably years. I didn’t think I could anymore. She wronged me out, and her inner walls continued to milk me as I pressed hard against her, unable to move.

I released her breast, rather reluctantly. Her nipple was pure ambrosia. Reaching between us to secure the condom I eased away from her body. Something I did not want to do. What I wanted was to ditch the rest of the gala and drag her home to my bed, and repeat everything, but with fewer clothes between us.

“I guess this means my mother was wrong. Men do like big girls!” She licked one of her fingers and then bit the very tip.

I couldn’t speak. She had stolen my reason and my ability to articulate. I growled. I liked her and her body a lot.

“We should head back.” I tossed the condom in the garbage and began tucking my shirt tails back into my pants. Spying her panties on the floor, I picked them up and put them in my inner jacket pocket. I was keeping those.

She slid her dress back down her hips. The design of the dress made her look half-naked, and my exhausted cock throbbed, ready to have another go at her. Turning around she lifted her dark hair away from her neck.

I placed a kiss on the delicate column of skin.

She giggled. “Zip me up.”

I obliged, and when she turned back to face me, she reached up and adjusted my bow tie, and skimmed a thumb over my mouth.

“You have a little too much lipstick. Do you have a handkerchief?”

I fished one out from my pocket and handed it to her. She wiped it over my mouth.

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