Page 304 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Yes,” I whispered. “But I’d like it better if you were inside of me.”

“Fuck, Harlow.” Scott stared at me for a brief second before his big body moved into action, striding toward me. His hands gripped my ass, spanning the entirety of each cheek they were so large, and lifted me up. I obediently wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t,” he breathed into my ear, and then his tongue sneaked out and licked along the edge softly. “I need to be inside of your tight little cunt.”

God, yes. I moaned.

Without hesitation and with me in his arms, Scott strode toward his bedroom. With every determined step, his cock slid against my already sensitized skin.

I felt delirious. Insane. Every cell craving, wanting, needing, fucking anticipating the moment he finally slid inside of me. Tunnel vision set in, and my body could only focus on the way his skin felt against mine, the way his breath sounded in my ear, the way it felt against my neck, the way his hands gripped my ass…him…us…all of it.

“Hurry,” I whimpered into his ear, and his length jerked against me in response.

“Fuck,” he groaned and pushed my back against the wall of his bedroom, directly beside the nightstand, his mouth capturing my lips in a hot and heady kiss. With his free hand, the one not gripping my ass, he haphazardly rummaged through the drawer until he snagged a condom.

He held it up to my lips, and I bit my teeth down on the foil while his fingers pulled it in the opposite direction. It tore easily, and with Scott’s apparent practiced efficiency in this area, the condom was in place in no time. Both of his hands free to grip my ass again, he moved us toward the bed with three lengthy strides.

“Hold on tight, Harlow,” he said roughly, and like a good, horny girl, I fucking listened.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs clenched tighter around his waist as he crawled onto the mattress until my back was pressed against it.

And, without warning or hesitation, Scott drove inside of me, pressing himself to the hilt.

“Yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back of their own accord.

Good Lord, it felt good. He felt so fucking good.

The sexy setting of our outing, the foreplay, the anticipation, all of it, had built my need so high that one simple thrust had my pussy clenching around him. Stars were practically dancing behind my eyes from the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Scott groaned into my ear as he started into a deep and powerful rhythm. In and out, in and out, his cock worked the inside of my pussy with precision, building my climax up with each thrust. Most men would need a goddamn map to find the treasure Scott had located on the first stroke.

Covetous and greedy for one another after that, our lips and tongues continued to dance as our hands hungrily ran across each other’s skin—scratching, feeling, rubbing.

Time blurred or stood still or fucking passed at lightning speed as the journey to my orgasm peaked. I honestly didn’t know which, but I knew sex with Scott was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and if ever there was an instance where time could be manipulated to do everything all at once, my climax with his cock inside me was it.

“God, you’re so close,” he whispered directly into my ear, his breath hot and erratic from the exertion, and a guttural moan left my lungs. “I can feel that tight pussy gripping me. Fuck, you feel so good, Low. So. Fucking. Good. I don’t want it to end.” He groaned as his thrusts became faster, uninhibited, fucking deeper, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop myself from falling over the edge.

The rhythm of my orgasm took me by surprise, starting out quick and intense, and then hovering in a slow afterburn that enveloped my entire being and suspended it. My vision blurred, and my heart beat like a kick drum inside my chest. I struggled to remember how to breathe.

I felt high from it. High from him.

Lost in the abyss of mind-altering pleasure, moans, whimpers, fucking noises I’d never heard leaving my lips, I barely heard Scott’s grunt in response as my pussy rippled around him.

“Fuck. Yes,” he moaned loud enough to shake me from my trance. His thrusts became faster and erratic as he rode out his climax inside of me.

And as we lay there on his bed, our bodies strewn across one another while we worked to catch our breaths and slowly come back to reality, my mind—finally freed from its pleasure chains—took off at a run.

I’d never in my life experienced an orgasm like that before.

This is, like, more than sex…

I internally sighed. Not this thought process again…

Before I could get lost in a mental sparring match with myself, Scott moved onto his back and removed the condom, quickly tossing it into a small trash can beside the bed. His big warm body was back beside mine a moment later.

“Go on another date with me tomorrow night,” he whispered into my ear, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.

“You’re just saying that because, for some reason, our dates always end up with sex.”