Page 20 of Doctor Black

“I know, right? I am just so amazing,” he drawled dramatically.

“Yeah, right.”

He reached out to touch the tips of my hair, closing what little distance remained between us. My breath hitched in my throat when his hand trailed down to touch my neck lightly. “Your hair is so beautiful. You are beautiful.” His eyes lowered to my lips while I tried to talk myself out of the intense attraction I felt toward him.

Consequences be damned!

I inched in, keeping my eyes fixed on his, telling him with my eyes what I wanted. I saw the battle in his eyes, so I made it easy for him by placing my lips on his. That did the trick as he took control of the kiss without as much as a murmur. His hands fisted in my hair as he deepened the kiss, sending a flash of heat to my core. Earlier than I would have wanted him to, he pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Are you sure? I don't think I will be able to stop at just a kiss."

“I'm sure,” I affirmed, my voice husky with lewd cravings. No other words needed to be said as he pulled me up to straddle him, giving him easier access to my lips and neck. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his lips claimed mine. He bit lightly on my lower lip, earning a gasp. Seizing the chance, he teased my tongue. All traces of sanity flew out the window as I ground my hips against him. His hand lowered to my butt, kneading softly. I was on fire.

With our bodies pressed together, I felt a certain hard part of him straining against me. I gave a suggestive grind and pushed my hand under the restraints of his shirt, running it down his taut abs.

“The room. I wouldn't want the kids walking in on us,” I said, swallowing a breathy moan. He pulled me by hand, and together, we stumbled into the room. That was the first time I ever entered his bedroom. It was the master room, so I wasn't shocked at the size. Before I could take in the details and beauty of the room, his lips were back on mine.

I ran my hand all over his deliciously hard body. Adrian would not be undone as he turned us over and made quick work of my zipper. I was wedged between his body and the wall. Adrian snapped off my bra with one flick and lowered his lips to the soft mounds of flesh on my chest. While his mouth delivered sweet justice to one, his thumb circled the beaded peak of the other.

I moaned his name in worship as he lowered to his knees while trailing a burning path down my stomach with his mouth. He kneeled before me and hooked his hand in my sheer lace panties. He yanked them off, baring me completely to his gaze.

He placed kisses on my inner thighs, steering dangerously close to my leaking core. I fisted my hand in his hair, directing him to where I needed him exactly, but he wasn't having it.

“Please, Adrian.”

He looked up at me innocently. “What do you want, princess?”

"I want..." My statement ended in a moan as his lips settled against my core. I felt my legs give way as he took in my sweet nectar, the slurping sound echoing into the room. I was no longer standing on my own. His hand hooked under my knees was the only thing keeping me on my feet as he continued to lap off my essence.

Just when I felt my legs could no longer hold, he stood and swept me off my feet, laying me gently on the huge bed.

Holding my gaze, he took off the restraints of his pants, baring his huge member to my hungry gaze. It was bigger than I remembered. My eyes widened in shock and fear.

"It won't fit," I blurted.

He gave me a devilish smirk and lowered himself unto me. "You think?"

Before I could form a coherent response, I heard the sound of foil tearing, and he sank into me. I screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Darling, I'll need you to be quiet. We don't want to wake the kids," he whispered, peppering kisses all over my face as he thrummed deep inside me. My body remembered him. Every nibble. Every stroke was familiar as my hand danced all over his body.

He gave me ample time to get used to his size; then, he began to rock slowly. I dug my nails into his back.

"Keep going," I moaned breathily as his thrust picked up pace. All I could do was chant his name as he pounded away.

Suddenly, his strokes got replaced with short hard jabs that grew more intense and messier as my climax approached. He continued to jab into me till I crumbled under him, a moaning mess as a shattering orgasm washed over me, and his followed shortly after.

11

- MORNING AFTER

ADRIAN BLACK

The curtain had soaked up sunlight when I managed to stumble out of bed the next morning. The spot she’d slept in was cold. She’d been gone for a while. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes and trudged slowly to the bath. On my way in, my eyes settled on a huge picture frame. Dana’s—I felt a stab of guilt in my heart. Not at what I’d done but at the fact that I didn’t regret a thing. With a soft sigh, I walked to the frame and ran my hand over the glossy surface. I was insanely attracted to Zoey, but I wasn’t sure of anything beyond that. And even if there was the slightest chance of feeling something for her, it would be a distraction. I needed her on her hundred percent with the girls, and that was all that mattered.

Along shower and intense rumination later, I walked into the kitchen where the girls and Jason were already enjoying a warm breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs, and chicken.

“Good morning, Daddy,” the girls greeted in unison.

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