Doctor Daddy (Dark Daddies 2)

I don’t care. She tastes so fucking good and those moans in my ears keep driving me forward, desperate to hear more.

I suck and lick her clit, nibbling and biting and rolling my tongue all around her. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over my years as a doctor, it’s that I’m very good at manipulating the human body. Normally I use that skill for my job, but sometimes I can use it for things that are much more fun.

I hear her breathing, sense her heartbeat. I suck and lick her, moving my tongue all around her delicious little clit, based on what her body’s telling me. Her panting gets louder, deeper. I feel her push up onto one hand as her other digs into my hair.

I lick her deeper, slide my tongue inside, pull back out to lick her clit. She’s groaning now, but I know she needs more. I slide two fingers inside her pussy as she starts to move her hips.

She’s losing control just like I am. I’m never supposed to lose control, but this pussy on my tongue drives me fucking wild.

I slide my fingers deeper, making her moan.

I suck her clit, licking it in circles, tonguing it just hard enough to get her whole body to react. She’s groaning, hand in my hair.

Her pussy is incredible. I want to slide my thick cock deep between her legs, get her on her knees, make her beg. I want to see her gag on my cock, moan with my cock in her throat, come on my big fat cock. But no, this is for her right now. I can’t risk more. I can’t risk losing all control completely.

I suck her faster, fucking her with my fingers. I slide them deeper, curling my fingers to find her spot, pressing against it as I go. She’s rolling her hips now, moaning loudly, head tipped back.

If anyone comes into this wing, we’re fucked. She’s not being quiet, and I don’t want to make her.

I want her to fucking scream.

I push my fingers deeper, curling again to get at her spot. I suck and lick faster, and her hips roll, her moans almost become shouts. I reach up with my free hand to tease her breasts as I go faster, sucking faster, licking faster.

I need it. I need to taste it. “Oh, fuck,” she moans. “Oh, my god, fuck, Aiden.”

I know she’s close. I double my efforts, pushing her, teasing her, making her get right up along that edge. I want her to tip forward and lose herself completely.

She comes with her whole body. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I suck her, tasting her as she comes against my fingers and mouth. She grips my hair hard, pain lancing through me, and I love it. I keep going until she’s finished, lying back on the bed, panting and breathing hard.

I stand up and lick her from my fingers. She watches, mouth hanging open, in an orgasm daze.

“You want me to be mean, sweetheart,” I whisper, leaning over her. I kiss her full on the mouth. I want her to taste her own cunt on my lips. “You love it when I’m mean.”

She doesn’t reply as I leave the room. I straighten my coat, smile to myself, and head off to my next patient.

Suddenly, my day doesn’t seem so bad.5RubyAiden really is an asshole.

I mean, maybe he’s the good kind of asshole. I can’t really tell yet. His hands on my body feel incredible, his mouth against my pussy was amazing, everything about him drives me absolutely wild…

But there’s something about him. There’s an arrogance that I can’t stand, like he is the only one that can solve the world’s problems.

He thinks he can talk to anyone however he wants just because he’s right.

That’s not how the world works. Other people have emotions, have an inner life. We have to start treating each other better, even when we don’t agree.

And I don’t agree with that asshole.

Still, it didn’t stop me from letting him pull me into a room and lick my pussy until I came so hard I nearly blacked out…

I’m not immune to him. I know how sexy he is, I know how I feel about him.

But I’m frustrated. I’m angry. I don’t want that asshole being short with my grandmother.

The next day, I visit my grandmother after work like always. She’s in a good mood, although when I ask her about Aiden, she dodges the question.

“He knows what he’s doing, sweetie,” she says to me.

“I know, Grandmom. But he’s not very nice to you.”

“Oh, I know that. He’s just a busy man. He wants to get to the point.”

“That doesn’t matter.” I sigh and cross my arms. “Why are you even defending him?”

She shrugs a little as a nurse comes in to check on her IV.