Page 13 of Stalked By the Doctor

"So wet for me already," Paul murmurs. "You're mine to do with as I please."

He withdraws his fingers and brings them to my mouth. "Taste yourself."

I suck his fingers clean without hesitation. Paul growls in approval, his pupils dilating and his nostrils flaring.

"Fuck, Britney. Fuck. Got to have you.Now."

My body trembles in anticipation. Paul moves on top of me, gripping my hips. The head of his cock teases my entrance, already slick with my arousal.

"Britney," Paul moans. "Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted this baby girl."

"Please," I whisper. "Please, Paul."

He enters me in one swift stroke, filling and stretching me. I cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure intoxicating.

"Oh, sweet Jesus. So tight. So tight! Come on, baby. Don't tighten up on me. Let me in sweetheart, and I'll make it all better. I promise." Paul continues to spew filth in my ear as he keeps pulling back and pushing forward, making his way deeper into me inch by inch.

And when he finally gets all the way he in, he shouts a savage sound before he sets a brutal pace, pounding into me. I meet each thrust, pushing back against him, craving more. Harder, faster, rougher.

Paul obliges, fucking me into the mattress. His fingers dig into my hips, claiming me, possessing me, his for the taking.

Paul and I move together, our bodies in perfect sync. He pounds into me, each stroke more powerful than the last. My orgasm builds within me and I can see the same pleasure on his face.

I come apart beneath him with a scream, my inner walls clenching around his cock as I let go of all my inhibitions. Paul follows soon after, spilling inside me, his warmth flooding my senses as he grunts his release.

We collapse onto the bed, our harsh breathing filling the silence. Paul pulls me against his chest, his heart thudding in time with mine.

We lay spooning afterwards, neither of us able to form proper words quite yet. Paul's hands caress every curve and dip of mine, as if memorizing them for next time. His breath tickles my ear, and I can feel him smiling against my skin.

"You're mine now," he whispers, and I can't help but agree with him. Because he is my world. All that exists is him and me entwined together in a passionate embrace.

Our slick bodies press together, the lingering heat of our passion keeping the chill at bay.

I trace idle patterns across his chest, exploring the plains and valleys of his skin. A contented sigh escapes my lips.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it could be like this. The raw intensity, the intimacy, the bone-deep pleasure that shook me to my core.

Paul tilts my chin up, gazing into my eyes. "Are you all right?" His voice is gruff with concern.

I nod, a blush staining my cheeks. "I didn't know it could be that way. You were...it was..." I falter, at a loss for words.

Paul's gaze grows serious. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I say. "I mean, it stung a little at first, but then..." I shrug, unsure how to put the rest into words.

Paul's eyes darken with desire. "Then the pleasure took over," he finishes for me. "And now you crave more."

Heat pools low in my belly at his words. My body already awakens for his touch, eager to explore new heights of ecstasy.

Paul rolls on top of me, pinning me beneath him. I gasp as his hardness presses against my thigh.

"Round two?" he asks, his voice a husky promise.

I capture his mouth in a searing kiss, my answer clear. Paul enters me again, slower this time, savoring each inch.

Our lovemaking is tender yet passionate, a dance between two lovers lost in the rhythm of desire.

Paul takes me to the edge and holds me there, his thrusts measured, his eyes burning into mine. "Come for me, Britney," he rasps. "Let go."

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