One Hot Doctor (Love on Fire) - Page 9

“I want to eat you out. Get on the bed,” I growl.

“Yes, sir,” she purrs. “I forget how bossy you can be.”

I follow her to the bed, pushing her legs so far apart that she protests.

“I want to see everything,” I tell her, my gaze on her pussy gleaming with juices.

Her soft laughter dies down at the first swiping lick of my tongue.

“You taste so sweet, Cora,” I tell her before diving down for another swipe that cleans off all her juices.

I lick every part of her delicious pussy, reacquainting myself with it. Remembering all the secret spots that took her over the edge. I push a finger in and pump in and out slowly while licking her clit until it’s swollen to the size of a small penis.

Cora’s cries fill the room, and when she comes, I’m sure the whole building can hear her.

“Fill me up with your cock,” she invites, folding her knees to her belly.

I grip my cock and rub the tip up and down her soaking slit. Her pussy makes noises as if begging for my cock. I used to tease Cora that her pussy could talk in pussy language, and she would laughingly say that it only spoke to me.

Unable to hold back a second longer, I push my cock in and watch it as it’s swallowed up by her pussy. Her inner walls clench around it and squeeze.

“Fuck.”

How the hell had I survived so long without sex? By jerking off. Cora was the last woman that I’d slept with. That made it three years since I’d had sex. I’d dated several women but for some reason, I’d not wanted to have sex with any of them. I’d gone as far as making out and heavy oral sex, but my cock hadn’t seen any pussy action since Cora. I pause and revel in the sensation of being buried to the hilt.

I lift my gaze to Cora and find her glazed eyes on me. “I haven’t done this in three years.” Why the fuck did I say that? I can’t seem to control my mouth around this woman.

“Me either,” she says.

I freeze, and as the meaning of her words sinks into my brain, my cock swells to unbelievable proportions. Her eyes widen as it pushes her pussy walls back.

“Fuck, Cora,” is all I can say.

I pull out slowly until just the head of my cock is buried in her. She raises her hips to pull my cock back in, and I oblige. It becomes more than sex. It becomes special. I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that both of us have not had sex with other people since we broke up.

We fall into a rhythm as I thrust in and out. She unfolds her knees and raises her legs to rest on my shoulders.

“Feels so good. Unbelievable,” Cora says.

“For me too, babe.” The endearment I used with Cora falls easily from my lips as if there has not been a three-year gap.

“Harder.” She drops her legs and wraps them around my waist, holding me captive.

I brace my hands on either side of her, looking down at her perfect breasts. I increase the pace of my thrusts. One. Two. Three. She whimpers and writhes underneath me. I lower my head to brush my lips against hers.

Tears fill her eyes. That was another Cora thing. Orgasm and crying. I remember the first time it happened; I’d been taken aback until she explained it happened when she experienced an overload of sensation. In simpler words when I’d satisfied her.

My orgasm soon follows, and I release my seed inside her. As my cock throbs and spurts cum, dismay comes over me at the realization that we haven’t used protection.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell Cora as I pull out. “We didn’t use protection.”

“Shit,” she says and sits up. “I can’t believe it never crossed my mind.” She falls back on the bed. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

I’m upset at myself. Having sex without protection is like dancing around a fire and crossing your fingers that your feet don’t get burned.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” Cora says after several moments of uncomfortable silence.

“I don’t carry condoms with me,” I tell her. I stopped carrying them a long time ago.

“That’s not what I mean,” Cora says quietly. “I mean that we should not have had sex.”

I inhale sharply and swallow hard. She’s right. My belly knots as regret washes over me. I’m now firmly down from the high I’d been on just minutes ago, and I see this for what it is. A bad, horrible decision.

We allowed ourselves to be led by hormones like horny teenagers. Three years ago should have been a lesson that I don’t do relationships well.

“You’re right,” I tell her. “What do we do now?”

“We pretend this never happened,” Cora says, sounding like she’s going to burst into tears at any moment.

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