His finger dips in and out of me. Then he finds my clit and teases it before dipping inside me again.
With a ragged sigh, I reach down and press his hand harder against me, my hips rocking slightly to create the perfect friction between his palm and me. I sink my teeth into my lower lip and moan because his touch is exquisite, and the pleasure is rising quickly.
His breathing quickens, and his thick erection presses into the base of my spine as he shifts behind me. “Come for me,” he whispers hoarsely in my ear.
But my body is too exhausted, and I don’t know if I can. I get close, but just as I am about to fall, fatigue chases the cresting wave away.
“I can’t,” I groan breathlessly.
But, Doc knows better. “I can feel your body responding to my touch, Lily. See how wet you are for me.” His fingers dip into me again. They’re coated with my wetness, and I can hear the gentle suck of my body as they slide in and out of me. It’s arousing—a turn-on. But the friction is not enough. I need more. More fullness.
“Please… let me come on your cock,” I beg.
He presses his mouth to my ear. “Come for me, and then I’ll give you what you want.”
“I can’t…”
“You can…” His breath is hot against my neck. “Give in to it, baby, because I want nothing more than to slide in nice and deep…”
His fingers continue to torture me, rubbing my clit in maddening circles and building the tension with delicious pressure.
A cry leaves my parted lips. “Please…”
Sensing I’m close, his words are husky. “When I slide into that warm wet pussy of yours, I’m going to come hard inside you. Are you ready for that, Lily? Are you ready for me to fill you with my cum?”
The rough gravel of his voice sends me over the edge, and I come against his hand, my neck and back arching as pulsating waves of pleasure sweep through me from head to toe. I shudder and shake with the rapture, crying out as it consumes me mercilessly.
Doc groans desperately against the nape of my neck.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.” He rises on his knees, his magnificent cock jutting up toward his belly and his heated eyes bearing down on me. “So, fucking beautiful.”
Flipping me onto my back, he yanks my legs open, and I gasp at the look of rampant lust on his face.
He takes his cock in his hand and gives it a few teasing pumps. “Is this what you want?”
Watching him slide his palm up and down the length of it makes me throb with need, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
I widen my legs, and his eyes turn molten when he looks down.
“Fuck, Lily… you’re so fucking perfect.” He presses the slippery crown to my entrance. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” Releasing a deep, guttural groan, he pushes into me with a slow, hard thrust, making me feel every thick inch as it surges deeper into my body.
He closes his eyes and groans. “Fuck, Lily…”
I shift beneath him, and he sinks further into me.
“You feel too fucking good… I fucking love being inside you.”
With heavy eyelids, I watch the deep grooves of his stomach muscles flex and clench as he thrusts into me with long, strong strokes. His brows pull together, and even though I already know, I realize just how beautiful this man is.
With a shudder, he lets go, and I feel the powerful spasm of his cock as he releases inside of me, then he collapses against my chest and sinks his face into the warmth of my neck.
We remain unmoving and in complete silence until our hearts even out and our breathing resumes its normal rhythm. I feel deliriously happy and entirely fucked. My limbs sink heavily into the mattress as I drift toward sleep, listening to his gentle breaths falling against my warm skin.
It’s the rumble of motorcycles that pulls me out of my post-orgasm delirium. It is like an approaching tsunami rolling toward the clubhouse.
I feel Doc’s lips curve into a smile against my shoulder as he floats back to earth. “Damn, they’re early.”
“Who?”
“The boys from Mississippi.” He pushes up on his big arms, a sleepy smile sweeping through his expression as he looks down at me. “They’re here for the charity ride.”
“Charity ride?”
He pulls out of my body to lie on the bed beside me, wrapping me in his strong arms as he tells me about Sofie and Bobbi-Lynn Gannaway. I’m a year younger than them, but I’ve never heard their story until now. Max didn’t allow news of any kind into the Inferno compound. He controlled everything that went in and out of there and believed the outside world poisoned the mind.