I nodded. “I fucking love it.” I smiled.
“Good, doc because I plan on giving you more.”
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p; I moved to my knees, crawling toward him. “Can I show you how much I liked it?” I asked playfully.
My hands landed on his zipper. It wasn’t enough. I shimmied the jeans over his hips, until he kicked them out of the way. My fingers tugged the band on his boxers until he was naked.
I stared at him in disbelief. Brett was long and hard. His thickness took me by surprise. As a doctor, I had seen my share of naked men, but Brett was more than the perfect male specimen, he was gorgeous and athletic, sculpted and hot. I took one look at his cock and wanted a taste of him. I kneeled in front of him, running my tongue over my lips.
My tongue touched the bead of dew on the head of his wide shaft. I flicked over it, drawing a moan from his throat. My eyes locked on his as I drew him into my mouth, slowly. His hips jerked forward.
“Fuck, Gretchen.”
I took him farther, sliding and swirling my tongue around his shaft. He grabbed the back of my head as he rocked deeper into my mouth. His skin was soft and silky. I loved how he filled me. I loved the sounds coming from his chest. The movements quickened until he yanked my head back.
It would take time and practice to take a man so big deep in my throat, but I was willing to work at it. Each thrust I could let him go farther. I sucked and wiggled, trying to give him what he gave me.
“I could come down your throat,” he whispered.
I felt how wet the words made me. My pussy was aching and throbbing for another release.
“But not yet,” he whispered. “I want you first.”
I rose from my position, letting his cock slide from my mouth. My eyes never leaving his. My core was burning. I was wet and hot. I lay back on the bed, watching as Brett crawled toward me. His broad shoulders full of strength and power.
“You’re so perfect.” His mouth landed on my nipple and I bowed as he began to suck hard and fierce.
The sensations fired between my legs. “I’m not,” I answered. “Stop saying that,” I pleaded.
His fingers feathered between my legs. He massaged the little bud, until I was desperate for him to fill me.
“But you are.” He dipped one finger inside then another, prying my legs wider.
“You don’t know me, Brett,” I whimpered. My hips were rocking wildly as his fingers sank deeper.
“I know what you taste like,” he growled. “I know your body was meant for mine.”
I felt him settle between my legs, his hard cock nudged against my thigh. He pushed himself up on his palms, staring in my eyes.
“You don’t have to worry,” I whispered.
“Worry about what?” His eyes searched mine.
“We don’t need protection. You’re not going to get me pregnant.”
I saw the smile on his face. I knew then he wasn’t planning on using it anyway.
“Why do you say that?” He kissed my neck.
“I can’t get pregnant. You don’t have to worry.” My body arched toward his.
He rolled to the side, his face covered in concern. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“We can talk about it later,” I breathed. I wanted him back on top of me, more than anything, I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his giant cock push inside me. Surge into my pussy.
“Tell me.” He propped himself on his elbow, and I realized he was putting the brakes on everything.