Page 18 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

I grinned as I unhooked my bra and pulled it off. I couldn’t reach the hook where he’d hung my shirt, so I laid it on top of his next to me. The evening breeze blew over my chest, causing my nipples to form hard peaks.

“Shit, I want to slide my dick right through here.” He drew a line down my chest from sternum to navel, then back up, cupping a breast and pushing his thumb across my nipple. The touch was electrifying and slightly painful. My boobs were achy, like the day before my period, but fuck, were they sensitive too. I sucked in a breath as he flicked his tongue over my other nipple then bit it gently.

I wanted to resist his advances on me, but he was so eager, and the precum beading on his cock already told me exactly how eager he was. So I shimmied out of my jeans and let them fall around my ankles along with my panties. My shoes slipped off easily, but Derek had to peel my jeans off my ankles. He bent low to do it, pulling one leg, then the other free, and nearly losing my balance, I sat down on the numnah so I didn’t fall.

It just so happened, this put me at the perfect height for him to drop to his knees, his fingers searching between my thighs for the moisture he’d created.

Scooting back on the hay, I spread my legs, and he put a hand on each of my thighs, pushing them wider. I braced myself on the hay behind me, leaning back on both arms, and Derek’s eyes flicked to my face as he used his thumbs to pull my lips apart.

“God, that’s so wet.” He smeared his finger through the puddle then up over my clit, swirling in the mess and teasing me. “You like when I touch your pussy?” He knelt there smirking at me, his thumb pressing my clit like a goddamn easy button.

“Fuck,yes. Touch my pussy.” Soft whimpers of pleasure turned to low moans when he pushed his thumb into me, then drew it back out.

“You want me to lick this pussy? Suck you clean and make you wetter?” His thumb pushed into me again, along with the thumb from his other hand. He gently stretched me, then pushed one thumb in farther while the other slid up my slit to my clit again. “You want to feel my tongue do this?”

My body tensed, an insatiable arousal swelling inside me. I bit my lip and nodded, certain that if I spoke, my voice would crack. The ache growing in my groin with every stroke of his thumb over my clit was excruciating. If he didn’t just eat me, I was going to grab his head and force him.

“Say it.” The glint of mischief in his eyes was matched with a raised cheek. I whined when he pulled his thumb out of me to stroke himself. “Come on, Mags. Be a good girl and tell me how bad you want me to eat you.” His thumb continued to draw circles around my clit, and I continued to feel lip-locked.

“I...” My voice was gone, stolen by the lust-induced brain fog that imprisoned my eyes. I watched his tongue trace over his bottom lip. His hand slid up and down his shaft. His thumb smeared the wetness from between my lips up and over my shaven mound, then back down, only to plunge into me and return.

“Say it, Mags. Tell me to eat you. Tell me you’re a good girl and you deserve to feel good.” His voice sounded gravelly, like the throaty growl of a large predator hunting, reaching up through my pussy and pulling my chest downward, weighting me. I reached for his head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling him closer, but he resisted. “Nah-ah... Say it now. Tell me to eat you. Beg like the good girl you are.”

I snapped. I knew the instant his tongue hit my skin I was going to come all over his face. I didn’t even waste time clearing my throat.

“God, just fucking eat me, Derek.”

He grinned. “Say it again. Beg me.” He leaned in, pushing his thumb into me again as his tongue took its spot on my clit.

“Holy fuck...” I closed my eyes, letting the sensation of his tongue on me send waves of arousal through my entire body. “That’s it... lick it.” My hand smoothed over his hair and across his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh before returning back to grab his hair. “Suck my clit. Please, just eat me.”

The more I encouraged him, the more voracious his appetite. He sucked and licked, squeezing his fingers into me and penetrating as deep as he could. He found a spot that felt glorious so I encouraged him more.

“Right there... yeah. That’s it. God, eat me.” My pussy clenched around him like a screw being tightened up. Any second, my body would spill over. “Please... oh, fuck... please.”

Derek’s tongue was magic, searching my soft folds and at times pushing into me, alternating with his thumb on my clit until my body just broke. I shouted so loudly it sent birds flying out of the barn rafters, beating their wings in their haste to escape. My body juddered, and I heard him growling out his enjoyment. Sex tremors shook my legs. I couldn’t control them. What he did to me was unholy, and I wanted more.

I writhed on that hay bale, clawing at his head and shoulders, barely able to prop myself up as the convulsions of ecstasy peaked then waned. And when my body relaxed and I collapsed backward, he lapped at me, cleaning the mess and enjoying himself. I let the hormones rage through every cell in my being, the weight of relaxation sinking through me until I was one with the sheepskin beneath me.

Head laid back and eyes closed, I felt him prodding at my pussy, hungry for more. I smiled, leaving my eyes shut. “Fuck, where did you learn to do that?”

His hands lifted my legs, gripping them behind the knee. He practically folded me in half, forcing my legs upward as he slid his dick through my cum. “I didn’t learn that until just now. Why? You liked it?”

Opening my eyes, I noticed his pants had been pushed down, now only barely visible below the corner of the hay bale. His cock, moist with my wetness and rock hard, stood proud. He pushed it against me, thrusting his hips as he spread more wetness across himself. Watching his precum mix with mine made my throat catch. What I wouldn’t do to taste that on him. But he had other ideas.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Despite being nearly suffocated by the way he held my knees to my chest, I reached down, gripping his cock and lining it up to my pussy.

“Ah-ah... here.” He pried my hand off his dick and forced me to hold my own right knee up. Then he took hold of himself, pushing into me only slightly. “God, I want to do this...”

“Do what?” I craned my neck, trying to watch what he was doing, but the minute he slid over my ass, I didn’t have to see anymore. I sucked in a breath as he forced himself into me, stretching my ass. “Fuck,” I cried out, pulling my knee down against my chest harder. He was fucking huge, so huge it almost tore me in two. It was painful for the first few seconds, but when he found his rhythm, I found myself ready for more.

The grunts and growls that came from his chest matched my loud moans of pleasure as he slid in and out of me. I tried to reach my clit again, but he positioned my hand on my other knee, so I was forced to hold both of my legs up while he fucked me.

Derek had a thumb on my clit and another pushed into my pussy as he continued pushing his cock deeper and deeper. My body was already so spent, but somehow, he managed to bring me back to the point of orgasm again. I was louder the second time than the first, and once it started, there was no stopping it. Not even when he took his thumb from my clit and leaned down to pull me harder against his hips as he thrust. His hand gripped my shoulder, and I looked up in time to see his jaw drop as the tiny gasps of pleasure escaped him.

I couldn’t feel the release, other than his dick pulsing through my opening, but I could tell he felt amazing. His knees bent slightly, and rather than pulling my shoulder toward him, he braced himself, pinning me down. My body continued to contract around him as he regained his balance and hovered with his eyes shut. The rhythmic pulses of muscular contractions made me twitch, clenching and relaxing until he pulled out.

“Shit...” He flopped down onto the hay next to me, halfway on the numnah and half on the scratchy hay. Both of us were peppered with beads of sweat, though his forehead and upper lip were worse than mine. I didn’t want to move a muscle. The giddiness of post-sexual-encounter bliss felt like a warm blanket on a cold day after a hot meal.

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