Page 97 of Dr. Attending

Weston’s abs clench as I step back and rip open the foil packet.

I bite my lower lip to help me focus as I position the rubber over his leaky tip.

My free hand wraps around the base of his thick shaft, holding him steady as I slide the condom over his length. I give him a few strokes and straighten, waiting for my next instruction.

He pulls me close so that our bodies are flush and cranes his neck to meet my gaze, his eyes shining with a mixture of loving tenderness and sinful lust. “Sit on this thick cock, princess. Let me finally feel you. Let me finally own you.”

His words are confident but there’s a subtle question on his face, like he’s waiting for me to argue with what he just said.

But I can’t.

Because Weston Southerland owns me in every meaning of the word—mind, body, and soul.

And I own him too.

“You already do,” I promise, holding his gaze as I place my hands on his broad shoulders and sink onto him.

I gasp as his tip slides into me, feeling a jolt of pleasure as I stretch around his astonishing length. I know he said that the dildo he used on me was identical in size, but this feels so different. It feels . . . better.

Weston’s brows knit when I fully seat myself on him, his hands squeezing my hips to hold me down.

I frown as he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath so harsh that it sounds like a hiss. “Wes?”

After a second I begin to wonder if I broke his dick because he doesn’t answer me. Maybe I went too fast and the angle was wrong? I honestly wasn’t paying attention because I was focused on the delicious sparks of pleasure igniting through my core.

“Sorry,” he finally answers, his voice strained as he slowly focuses on me. “I’m just savoring this. I’m savoring you.”

A smile sweeps across my lips, and I lean in, letting him kiss me for as long as he wants. My fingers drift higher, sliding through his hair as I focus on how he tastes as he dives deeper. How he feels as we fit together. How he sounds as he groans into my mouth.

“Lean back a little,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my lips.

I nod, planting my hands on his knees for support.

The new angle gives him room to slip his fingers between us, and he starts rubbing my clit with one hand while holding me still with the other.

I try to bounce myself on his cock because I want to make him feel good too, but he growls at me and pinches my clit, making me whimper as a mixture of pleasure and pain dance up my spine.

“No, no, princess,” he tuts, rubbing the sting away. “You’re not going to fuck me yet. You’re going to keep my cock warm with this wet little pussy until I feel you come.”

When I don’t immediately respond, he narrows his eyes.

“Got it?”

I swallow because it’s not going to take long at this rate.

“Got it.”

My legs start to tremble as he increases his pace, massaging my clit in a way that will without a doubt send me over the edge. His dick flexes inside me, hitting that delicious spot he massaged earlier, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to avoid crying out.

“Wes,” I moan, feeling the familiar tightening of my belly as fiery heat burns through my sex. “I’m close. I can’t . . .”

“Shhhh.” He lifts his hand to my mouth as he continues to rub me. “Suck.”

I part my lips, allowing his fingertips to glide to the back of my throat as my release barrels closer.

“That’s my girl,” he coos as I close my lips. “You’re soaking my cock so well, princess. Let go for me. I know you can let go for me.”

His plea breaks the tight coil of tension in my body, spurring my orgasm like he simply snapped his fingers and commanded me to come.

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