Page 65 of Dr. Attending

Caroline smirks and reaches for my zipper. “If that’s what you want.”

I grit my teeth and stop her, planting her hands at her side.

She has no idea how badly I want to fuck her. How frequently I’ve fantasized about being inside of her.

But after my son was born, I promised myself that I wouldn’t sleep with anyone unless I knew that they were endgame. And while tonight might feel like a new beginning for the two of us, I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

“Not tonight, princess,” I say, running my fingers up her arms and watching as goosebumps form in their wake. “Tonight you’re going to show me just how much you want me.”

I press on her shoulders and she gets the hint, lowering herself to the ground at my feet.

Caroline sits back on her heels, staring up at me expectantly through her plump, dark lashes.

I study for her for a beat, drawing the moment out longer than I should.

“Wider.” I tap the tip of my loafer against her knees. “I want you open for me when I finally feed you my cock.”

She eagerly adjusts herself, spreading her legs so I can step between them.

There was no problem with her original position. But I’ve learned a thing or two from Walker’s friend in Houston, and I want to test one of his core principles firsthand—submission.

I reach down to cradle her face.

“Atta girl,” I coo as I brush my thumb over her lower lip.

Another test.

I expect Caroline to flinch away, or shut down with the praise. Instead, she leans into my touch and lets out a needy sigh.

My dick strains against my zipper, but I ignore it and press my thumb into her mouth because I’m not ready to stop teasing her yet.

Caroline closes her lip, sucking me so hard that her cheeks hollow.

I pull my thumb out and replace it with two fingers, sliding them along her tongue, deeper than before.

She doesn’t gag. She keeps her deep-blue eyes locked on mine, rocking her hips as I pump into her.

“Are you feeling needy, princess? Does showing me how you’re going to suck my thick cock get you all worked up?” I taunt, knowing she can’t respond because my fingers are halfway down her throat. “I bet it does. But I want you to prove it. I want to see how much of a soaked little slut you are.”

She follows my command, dipping her hand into the waistband of her black mesh panties, but her eyes narrow in irritation as soon as the words are out of my mouth.

Good to know—degradation is definitely off the table.

I’m not particularly upset, though, because it felt wrong to me too. Especially when it was directed at the stunning woman in front of me. The woman I want to worship and build up the way that she deserves.

“Don’t be greedy,” I tut as she works herself. “Show me how much you want me.”

Caroline’s face scrunches up like she’s frustrated to have to stop, but she listens. She pulls her fingers free and reaches up, showing me how they’re glistening with her arousal.

“So wet for me,” I groan as I remove my fingers from her mouth to pull my erection free. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to calm myself down so I don’t blow my load the second I slide into her.

“Keep touching yourself. I want to watch that perfect pussy come while you swallow me down.”

Her tongue darts out over her lower lip as she returns her fingers between her legs. For a second I wonder if she’s about to spew some sassy comment about not telling her what to do, but her gaze is no longer locked on mine—it’s focused on the khaki shorts on the floor at my feet.

Caroline’s stunning eyes trace up my bare legs, blowing wide when they land on my cock.

I pump myself a few times, spurred on by the way she sucks in a deep breath as I step closer, like she’s convincing herself she can take me.

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