Page 27 of Doctor Daddy

“Fuck, Brooke, you are beautiful.”

I felt beautiful the way he looked at me. His gaze was full of lust and appreciation. I was what he wanted. Me with my big breasts and full hips and soft middle. His gaze was like a caress, his hands followed after providing actual touch. He touched me, felt my skin, and gripped my softness.

He pulled his tee off and then lowered back to me and wrapped me in his embrace, crushing me against his chest. Skin to skin, he was warm. His chest was firm with muscle. His skin felt like smooth silk, and the hairs on his chest teased my nipples with crisp perfection.

As his kisses trailed over my neck, I couldn’t think of anything beyond how amazing he felt, and how he made me feel so much. There were no thoughts beyond our bodies touching, his mouth on my neck, his teeth scraping my skin.

He braced one breast so that he had perfect access to the nipple he had sucked into a hard peak. His other hand kneaded my thigh, my hip. He caressed my belly between our bodies.

“You are so wet.”

I whimpered as he cupped my sex.

I needed him, needed him touching me the way he was.

His fingers slipped between my folds and targeted directly to my clit.

I bucked against his hand. His magical hand. Shock waves with promises of things to come ricocheted around my body.

He toyed with me, stroking, circling, dipping into my depths. His mouth left my breast, and he worked his way down my body. I ached for him.

“Doctor Mark,” I pleaded. I needed him inside me. I needed him to release me from this exquisite torture.

His tongue on my clit was pure electricity. My hips levitated from the bed. He sank his fingers into me and sucked on my clit. I had never felt anything quite so agonizingly perfect.

I whimpered. I couldn’t form thoughts; I couldn’t form words. It was all I could do to breathe and take what he was doing to my body.

I didn’t want it to end, not ever. Even while I rocked my hips against his tantalizing tongue, and begged for more, needing him to drive into me hard to make me come all over his face, I didn’t want this to end. It was the dichotomy of sexual desire. I longed for the release he pushed me toward while I honestly never wanted to reach that point because then all of this would end.

He released me with a gasp as if it was something he was reluctant to do. “Do you want to orgasm on my tongue or my cock?”

Looking down my body into his eyes was sheer bliss. His thumb continued to run circles around my clit as he ran his fingers in and out. Oh, Jesus, that was hot, so hot.

“Both,” I panted. “I’m close.”

“I can tell.”

His arrogant attitude and confident performance were almost too much to handle. I was already starting to twitch. I could feel my inner walls pulsing in time to his fingers. He sucked me back in.

I cried out. He thrust in harder, and I let myself go to all the sensations.

I pounded my fists against the mattress as the orgasm shot through my body. He sucked it out of me, leaving me weak and limp.

I didn’t want it to end. One final lick and he pulled away. I watched as he finally kicked out of his jeans. He was built like a Greek statue. Perfect, sculpted, gorgeous.

I remembered how his cock had felt, and it was as lovely to look at as it had been to be taken by it. He stepped over to his side table and pulled out a condom.

I let my knees fall open as he climbed back onto the bed. I was ready, I was still needy. I was his to do with as he pleased.

He climbed between my legs and lifted one leg up to his shoulder. Kneeling like that he shifted until my butt was braced against his thighs. I had to press against the mattress with one foot still on the bed. He grabbed my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and drove into me.

I gasped. I don’t know if it was the shock of having him deep inside, the angle, or both. He filled me hard and suddenly. I could feel his heat and it was perfect. He pulled against my hips as he slammed into me again.

The bed knocked against the wall, and I couldn’t stop the keening sounds that escaped my throat with each thrust. Mark growled and grunted as he lifted my ass with his thighs with each levered lift and thrust. We crashed into each other, harder, and faster.

Another orgasm ripped through me. I had to fight to maintain enough focus to keep up the rhythmic meeting of our bodies. I couldn’t do it. I was overwhelmed with sensation. My cries blended with another high-pitched wail. I grabbed onto the muscles of his arms and held on as he continued to drive hard into me in search of his own release.

He roared like a feral beast and pounded even hard and faster until his motions became erratic, jerky.

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