Dr. Tempt Me - A Possessive Doctor Romance

Her eyes fluttered open. “Show me.”

I smiled and dropped down between her legs.

She tasted like heaven. Her dripping wet pussy was perfect as I lapped her up, licking her faster and faster, making her body squirm and moan, her back arch and writhe. I loved the way she reacted to every little touch, every bit of pressure, and I kept going, pushing her, making her gasp and groan—but I didn’t take her all the way.

I pulled back and sat down, unbuckling my belt.

She crawled to me, gorgeous and lithe, her ass in the air as she helped me get my jeans off. I spanked her and teased her, and she took my cock in her hand, sliding it into her mouth. I groaned as she took me between her lips, sliding up and down, and my fingers found her wet spot, teasing her, making her moan as she sucked me.

“I love watching you take me in your pretty lips,” I said. “I love the way you lick me top to bottom. Goddamn, girl, I want to see your face as you slide down my cock. Tell me you want it.” I grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

She moaned and stared into my eyes. “I want it.”

“Say please.” I kissed her.

“Please,” she whispered.

I pulled her up to her feet, got her panties off, kicked away my boxer briefs, then dropped to my knees and licked her until her fingers went tight through my hair. When I stood again, I fell back onto the couch, and she straddled me, back arched, body firm and gorgeous, as she slid backwards and took me deep between her legs.

She tossed her head back and I marveled at her body, at her hips, her flat stomach, her quivering lips. I ran my fingers down her, palmed her breasts, teased her nipples, and let her ride me, her slick pussy sliding up and down, faster and faster. I gripped her ass and fucked her, taking over, taking control. She gasped, panting, and I could barely control myself.

“I think about this constantly,” I whispered and bit her lower lip. “I think about taking you, about making you feel good. You deserve every inch of my cock, my darling Fiona, you deserve all the pleasure you want. I want to keep you, my pet, make you squirm and beg, make you give in to every single desire you can possibly imagine, then teach you everything else you couldn’t.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes.”

I turned her and pinned her back down onto the couch. I took control, spread her legs wide, and we fucked slowly at first, moving together, lips locked, before I took her faster, moving in time with her moans. I followed the signals of her body, licked her nipples, fucked her faster, gripping her hips. She gasped, back arched, and I went faster, faster, feeling her slickness, her dripping wet, sweat on her skin, beading along her gorgeous pale body. I growled out my pleasure and went harder, roaring, animal-like, primal, unable to stop. I pinned her down and fucked her, took her, and when she came, her pussy clenching down, I knew I couldn’t take anymore.

I filled her then, moaning my desire, and we came together in one glorious rush of pleasure. I gasped, kissed her, slowed down and extended her orgasm as long as I could, her body shaking with pleasure, her fingers digging into my back.

I bit her lip and smirked as her eyes fluttered open.

“Fuck,” she said.

I laughed. “Yeah, fuck.”

We stayed like that for a while—maybe a minute, maybe a lifetime, before we parted and got dressed again. I took my time, watching her, still amazed at how incredible she looked, how much I still wanted her even moments after having a taste. She drove me wild, made me want even more, and I was half hard by the time I got my pants on again.

She sat back down on the couch and stared at the stacks of paper, then back up at me.

“I’m not sure where this leaves us,” she said.

“I don’t know either, but I’m not sure I care.”

She looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

I sat next to her and pulled her against me. “Right now, I want to enjoy this. The papers, the proof, whatever, we can deal with that later.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, okay. I can deal with that.”

“Stay over tonight, for real this time.”

“I want to, I just—”

“No more excuses.” I looked down at her and kissed her. “Stay over tonight.”

“Okay.” She chewed her lip then smiled. “I’m starving though.”

“Good. We’ll order in.”

I kissed her again then, and hugged her close, and the papers, Maria, my job, the hospital, the mafia, everything went away for a few incredible minutes. I had her in my arms, and I’d have her all night, as much as I wanted. I could get my fill of her—although I didn’t think that was possible.