Page 86 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“You like my dick, baby?” I asked, smoothing a hand into her loose hair and tangling it with the strands.

“Mmm,” she moaned, wet and wild as she moved up and down my shaft.

Her eyes wide and aroused, almost as though she was enjoying sucking me just as much as I was enjoying watching her do it, I forced my focus to lowering the tenor of my voice until it was just rough around the edges.

“What about your pussy? What does it think of my cock?”

“Mmm,” she moaned again, and unsatisfied, I yanked her mouth off of my dick with a pull of her hair. She gasped.

“What was that?”

“My pussy loves your cock,” she clarified immediately, shifting jerkily on her knees.

“Does it ache now, baby?” I asked, bringing her mouth back to me where she began to suck on my balls.

“Goddamn,” I groaned as she took one fully inside. “Keep that up, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you ache.”

Releasing me with a wet pop, she spoke in nothing more than a rasp. “Yes, please.”

“Is that what you want, Mel? You want me to be rough?”

She licked her lips and slid her hand down, lifted up her dress, and started to touch herself. “God, yes.”

I couldn’t wait another minute. Reaching down and sliding my arms under her armpits, I lifted her and twisted at the same time before giving her a little toss. She landed on the couch, knees to the seat and elbows resting on the back edge.

“Spread your legs and lean forward as far as you can,” I commanded. She was all too happy to comply.

I lifted her dress up over her hips and shimmied her panties down until they were stretched tight enough that they bit into her thighs. “Don’t move.”

I slid a hand over her perfect ass and hissed as I took the first step away to go get a condom. Sensing my movement, she turned to look over her shoulder in a near panic.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“To get a condom.”

She shook her head rapidly. “No. I need you.”

“Mel—”

“I’m on birth control, Will. Fuck me right now. I want your come all over me.”

Sweet Jesus. Definitely making pasta alfredo at least once a week.

Unable to turn down an offer like that, I moved back to the couch, grabbed on to her hips hard enough to make a mark, and surged inside.

A guttural moan left her sweet lips, and I had to bite my lip so hard I tasted blood to stop myself from coming right then.

Her breasts were perky and full, and I took one in each hand and pinched the nipples as I began a smooth rhythm. She gasped at the end of each stroke, shoving her hips back to meet mine violently each time.

“Faster,” she ordered.

I pumped two strokes for my every previous one and leaned forward to touch my tongue to the skin of her back. She tasted like berries and sugar and Melody, my new favorite summertime snack.

Skimming her skin with my fingertips, I moved from her breasts to her hips and leaned back to get a perfect view of her ass. The new position put me at the perfect angle. I could tell by the way her breathing came in short, keening pants.

“Oh, oh, uh, uh, ahh,” she moaned.

“That’s it, Mel. Come. Get so wet and tight that your perfect pussy sucks me in and doesn’t let go.”