Page 40 of Dr. Attending

I chuckle against her, enjoying the way she squirms in frustration. “Is there something you need, Caroline? Hmmm?”

I know what she needs, but I want to hear her say it. I want her to know that she’s in control because something tells me that’s the only way she’s going to fully let go.

“More.” Her voice sounds so desperate that Ialmostgive it to her on the spot.

Almost.

“More what?” I ask, watching her perky tits heave as my fingers trace the lines of goosebump-covered flesh that I justkissed. “You’ve got to be specific, princess. Otherwise, I’m just going to keep giving you more of these teasing little strokes.”

I flick her clit again, making her flinch.

“Your tongue,” she pants desperately, tightening her hold on my hair. “Your fingers. All of it.”

“Let me see if I’ve got this straight,” I say, pulling back. “You want me to fuck this wet little pussy with my fingers while I torment your clit with my tongue.”

“Yes. Please. I need it.”

Her words come out on separate breaths because I slowly start rubbing my thumbs over the length of her pussy, tracing her slick outer lips as lightly as I can.

“That’s my good girl. I knew you could beg for me.”

I press down at the top of her mound and flatten my tongue, licking a long, slow path from her entrance to her clit.

“Is this what you need? My tongue sliding through your pussy? Giving it the attention it deserves?”

Caroline tenses and lets out some sort of affirmative mumble in response as I flick my tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves several times, loving the way she responds to me lapping up her arousal.

“Fuck.” Her grip tightens in my hair, and she lets out a hum of approval. “Just like that.”

“You’re soaked, princess,” I mutter against her, feeling my balls tingle with excitement. “You’re a dripping wet mess for me after grinding against my thick cock. Do you have any idea how sexy that is? How much I want to ruin this needy pussy?”

I slide two fingers into her cunt, feeling her inner muscles pulse around me like they want more.

So that’s exactly what I give her.

I reach up with my free hand and pinch her nipple hard, just like she taught me earlier.

Caroline gasps and throws her head back, arching into my touch as I work her.

My mouth finds her perfect pussy again, and I swirl my tongue over her sensitive clit while massaging my fingertips along the upper wall of her cunt. Her legs tense and wrap around my head as her breaths come faster.

But I don’t slow down.

I curl my fingers inside her, trying to find that spot that makes her want to let go.

“That’s it. Give it to me,” I grunt against her, just as desperate for her to come as she is. “Show me how badly this pussy wants to come for Daddy. Show me how sweet you taste when you explode.”

And she does.

Caroline’s breath catches as her inner walls tighten around my fingers, spasming in rhythmic pulses as she lets go.

I continue to work her as she rides out her orgasm, savoring every aspect of her pleasure. The way it feels when she steadies herself by tugging on my hair. The way she sounds when she gasps for air as she comes down from her high. The way she tastes when she soaks my face with her release.

I savor all of it.

And when she’s finally done coming, I slowly pull back so that I can study the way she looks. The way the soft pads of her cheeks are so deeply flushed that they’re almost maroon. The way her pupils are so wide and satiated that she looks like she’s in a trance. The way her dark hair clings to the sweaty skin along her neck, and her lips part as she catches her breath.

It’s all so perfect.

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