Page 66 of Dr. Attending

“Pinch me if it gets to be too much,” I tell her as I reach down to grab her free hand and place it on my hip.

“Wes,” she whispers, and I can’t tell if she’s saying my name out of desire or uncertainty.

I pause to study her, but she gives me a quick nod in answer to my unspoken question—she wants this just as much as I do.

I stroke her cheek affectionately with the back of my free hand, tilting my hips forward so that my tip is resting against her lips.

“I know, princess. I know you want to be good for me. That you want to take every inch of this cock down your pretty little throat.”

Her lips part in confirmation, and I take the opportunity to gently push forward.

Caroline hums as I slowly slide deeper.

“No sucking,” I scold, lightly tapping her jaw when she tries to take control. “I’m going to have to grab a gag if you can’t keep those perfect lips nice and wide for me.”

Caroline’s eyes close, and she lets out a single moan like she’s into the idea.

I store that in the back of my mind for later, not wanting to get ahead of myself.

After I talked to Worth, he sent me a massive box of items that he considered to be “kink essentials.” I had no fucking idea that there were so many different kinds of gags out there, or that they could be used for different purposes, but I’ve been learning how to use them by working through the instructional videos he included in my spare time.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise as I slide my length down her tongue. “You’re doing so well, princess. Open that throat for me.”

Caroline breathes through her nose, allowing me to push deeper. The way she’s so willing to comply without challenge makes my cock painfully hard because it’s not a side of her that I was expecting—especially when I’m the person she loves to challenge more than anyone.

My balls start to tighten, warning me that I’m getting dangerously close to coming. But there’s not a chance in hell that I’m letting go until she does, so I squeeze the base of my shaft and force myself to slow down.

Caroline’s eyes snap to mine, confused.

“Don’t stop,” I grit out, trying to focus.

I brush my knuckles over her cheek and down her neck, taking in the way her nipples harden in anticipation.

She’s so responsive to my touch, and it makes me wonder how she would handle all of the ways I want to play with her pleasure.

Drool starts to trickle down her chin, her full chest heaving as she stares up at me, silently begging for more.

I reach down and tug hard on her nipple through the delicate fabric of her bra, remembering how much she loves having them played with.

Her whimper vibrates down my shaft and makes me groan in response. “Fuck, Caroline . . . you’re getting close, aren’t you? You want to come so hard for me, don’t you?”

She tries to answer, but it comes out sounding like a garbled mess as a waterfall of spit trickles down her chest.

Her eyes widen in horror but I fucking love it—I love seeing her messy like this. Messy for me.

“That’s right, princess. You’re going to come for me. You’re going to come while I fuck your face,” I confirm as I trail my fingers back up her chest, letting them rest on the back of her head. “And then, I’m going to come for you too.”

I probably shouldn’t do this without verbally confirming she’s good with it, but I trust her. I trust that she’ll pinch me if she needs me to stop.

I start pumping myself in and out of her mouth, watching her for any sign of struggle as I increase my pace. She takes every thrust, holding her jaw slack as a familiar tingle starts to race up my spine.

My fingers tighten in her hair. “Come for me, Caroline. I need you to come with me.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, her eyes roll into the back of her head and she lurches forward. Her lips clamp around my cock to stifle the sound of her release at the same time as my own orgasm rips through my body.

I erupt down her throat, releasing my grip in case she needs to gag.

But she doesn’t.

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