Page 15 of Dr. CEO (The Doctors)

“I can’t go on top?” she asks with a little pout that is fucking adorable.

“Not yet.”

“When?”

“When I say,” I reply.

“You don’t want a blow job? To get you hard?”

“Do I look like a need a blow job to get me hard?” My cock is pointing at the ceiling, rigid and desperate for release. She watches as I roll on the condom. “You okay?”

She exhales, her expression a little worried. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. It’s going to be good.” I slide over her and press a kiss to her neck.

“Too good,” she says.

I push into her, clenching my jaw, watching her as she bites down on her bottom lip and her eyes fall closed. I move slowly and her arms come to my shoulders.

She opens her eyes. “See? Too good.”

She’s right. She feels incredible under me. The feeling is all concentrated pleasure and thoughts run through my mind like, is it possible to stay in here a little longer? In Crompton, but also right here. Because I never want to stop fucking this woman underneath me.

Her nails digging into my shoulders interrupt my chaotic thoughts and her knees coming up either side of my hips, allow me deeper, oh so deep.

“Fuck,” I spit out.

Her breaths are heavy, half panting, half moaning with every movement I make. A look of fear crosses her expression and it’s like she wants to flee. I bend and press a kiss to her lips. She can’t not want to do this. Because this feels as good as it gets.

I reach underneath her, push one leg up and over my shoulder and the change of position makes her tighter somehow. I glance down and see her glistening on my cock, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut because it’s so fucking glorious and I’m going to come and it’s all going to be over so quickly.

“Vincent,” she calls out.

I still. I don’t want this over for either of us. Not yet.

She looks up at me. Desperate.

“Breathe,” I say. “Deep breaths.” Our skin is hot and slick with sweat, and even though it feels like I’ve only been inside her for a few minutes, it also feels like it’s been this way for hours.

Her chest heaves and I bend and lick at her nipples, careful, because they’ll be tender from all the attention I gave them earlier.

My breath steadies, but underneath my skin is a buzz that won’t go away.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I’m not sure,” she says, “but don’t stop.”

I groan and start to move into her again, the buzzing pressing through my skin, and I can’t hear for the boom, boom, boom in my veins. She lifts her hips to meet mine and we crash against each other, both yearning and desperate. Something explodes in my chest and I realize I’m about three seconds away from coming.

I can’t stop it.

I don’t want to.

But at the same time, I want these three seconds to last for as long as humanly possible.

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