Page 10 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

Dom shifted us again, pulling me to my knees as he pounded me from behind, rough and precise, until my muscles trembled with exhaustion.

Finally, Dom pulled out with a low growl, only to grab me and flip me onto my back like I weighed nothing at all. Hisstrength made my pulse race as I hit the mattress, dazed and breathless, limbs loose with pleasure.

But he didn’t move right away.

He knelt between my spread thighs, looming above me with that dark, possessive glint in his eyes, his chest heaving, his cock standing thick and flushed. The weight of his stare pinned me down harder than his hands ever could.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice deep with hunger. “Completely wrecked… and still so fucking beautiful.”

Heat roared beneath my skin. I tried to catch my breath, but all I could do was lay there—open, exposed, dripping, and utterly undone. I could feel the tremors still racking my thighs, the wet heat pooling between them, and still, Dom took his time, dragging his gaze over every inch of me like he was memorizing the aftermath of what he’d just done.

He leaned forward, slow and predatory, and pressed his hands to either side of my head, boxing me in. His body radiated heat and power, and I realized just how much control he still held over me. And how much I craved it.

“Ella,” he murmured, his voice like gravel over silk. “I’m not done with you.”

I whimpered beneath him, fully aware of how exposed I was, how thoroughly taken—and still aching for more.

Then, instead of entering me, he reached down, grabbed his cock, and dragged the thick head along my swollen clit.

I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily, but he pressed me down with one strong hand on my stomach. “No,” he ordered gently, but firmly. “You stay right there and take it.”

His cock slid along me again, slow and teasing, smearing my wetness across his length as he toyed with me, keeping me right on the brink. Over and over, he circled and rubbed against me until my muscles tensed and tears threatened behind my eyes.

I was shaking, desperate, hovering on that knife’s edge between pleasure and madness.

“Dom, please…” I barely recognized my own voice.

He leaned down, his forehead brushing mine, eyes locked on mine. His lips brushed the corner of my mouth. “Watch me.”

I forced my eyes open, heart pounding as he guided himself lower and—inch by inch—pushed inside.

The stretch was maddening. The slow, deliberate drag of every ridge and vein as he filled me again felt like he was claiming me all over, but this time with intention.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips. “Feel how deep I am?”

I moaned, nodding as my body clenched tight around him.

His thrusts deepened, growing rougher, faster, but never losing control. His cock dragged over that sensitive spot inside me with punishing precision, each movement wringing more sounds from my lips.

The pressure was too much, the fullness too deep—and I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like a shockwave, stealing the air from my lungs as my vision went white-hot. My whole body convulsed beneath him, wrung out and shaking, my muscles locking as if I could break apart under the sheer force of it. It wasn’t just release—it wasobliteration. The kind that left me ruined and gasping beneath him.

Dom’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and feral. His grip on my wrists tightened as his pace turned relentless, driving into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. His jaw clenched, sweat beading along his temples, and that familiar, animalistic growl rumbled low in his chest.

I could feel the tension coiling inside him, sharp and electric, his whole body straining as he fought to hold back.

“Dom…” I breathed, helpless beneath him, completely pinned and undone.

His gaze flickered down to where our bodies joined, watching himself disappear inside me over and over. “Fuck, Ella,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”

He drove harder, faster, until I felt the sudden swell of him inside me—the undeniable telltale sign that he was about to lose it. His rhythm faltered for a split second, then sharpened, desperate and hungry.

“Mine,” he growled, voice hoarse and raw. “This body is fuckingmine.”

With one final, brutal thrust, Dom buried himself to the hilt, hips grinding against me as his entire body tensed. His breath ripped from his lungs in a guttural groan, deep and savage.

I felt the heat of him flood inside me as he pulsed, coming hard, filling me as he shuddered through his release. His forehead dropped to mine, his weight settling just enough to make me feel fully, deliciously caged beneath him.

His breath was ragged against my lips, but he didn’t move—not right away. Instead, he stayed buried inside me, still holding my wrists, as if he needed the anchor of my body to ride out the storm of his orgasm.

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