Page 5 of Dr. Bad Boy

My dick is hard and impatient, but I won’t be rushed.

After unfastening the final button, she shrugs the silk from her shoulders and lets it slide down her arms until it’s hanging off her hooked index finger. It's a smooth move, and I’m more than a little impressed.

Nude is not what I’d normally call a sexy colour for a bra, but the way the sheer lacy fabric hinted at her dusky nipples—taunting me, I no longer care.

Crossing her right arm over her bust, her left disappears behind her. As her arm works, her shoulder curves in, creating a mouthwatering shadow below her collarbone. Then the strap falls loose, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I’ve laid eyes on in recent memory. Full and round, topped with pert nipples I'm dying to bite.

The woman is killing me. What the fuck was I thinking with this slowly business? Oh yeah, that I have all night. And I do, but the thing is, I want to spend all night with my cock inside her body, and this is taking too fucking long.

She reaches behind her again, and in the silence, I hear her lower the zipper, then watch her skirt drop to the floor, leaving her naked save for the scrap of lace barely covering her.

With a sexy little grin, she steps out of the skirt, turns her back to me, and bends over, giving me a spectacular view of her delectable ass.

My cock strains against my zipper with renewed enthusiasm while I contemplate all the ways I wish I could mark that ass, but can’t because I left all my playthings at home in Vancouver. And then there’s the minor detail of her no-impact limit for the night, but my fantasies can be whatever I want them to be.

After she places the folded skirt on the dresser, she looks over her shoulder at me and winks. Winks! Saucy wench. She slips her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, and with a little wiggle, shimmies them over her hips. Her body folds over as she slides them toward the floor. I lose track of what she’s doing for a moment because I’ve just been distracted by her glistening labia peeking out from between her thighs.

Naked, she turns to face me. My mouth waters and I’m done with slow.

“Kneel here,” I say as I point to the ottoman. She pads over and settles herself on her knees in front of me. “Spread your legs wider and lean back on your hands.”

Her new position focuses my attention on all her tastiest bits. The ones I’m going to suck, and bite, and tease, and torture.

“Lovely. Now, don’t move.” Leaning forward, I slide my finger through her juices and draw them to her clit. She moans, but manages to remain still.

I stroke back through her slippery folds and push the tip of my finger inside her—barely enough to tease while my thumb works over her clit in lazy circles. Her moans become louder, and my heart rate speeds up. Yes, this is what I wanted. That tug in my gut where I’m in control and she’s being driven wild. But I’m not ready for her to come just yet. I slide my hand from between her legs and unfasten my trousers, freeing my raging hard-on. A moment of inspiration hits. I pinch her nipples and tug her forward.

She’s quick to catch on to where this is going, and soon her hands are resting on either side of my legs. I release her nipples and slide one hand behind her neck, guiding her down while the other hand grips the base of my cock, holding it ready.

“Fuck me with your mouth, gorgeous.”

Through her parted lips, her tongue darts out to lap at the bead of pre-come. In no mood for gentle anything, I increase the downward pressure on her neck. “Slap my thigh with your hand if you need to safeword because Red’s not going to work with my dick in your throat. Understand?”

She nods vigorously. “Yes.”

“In that case, open wide, tongue out.” Tangling my fingers in her hair, I push her down onto my long-suffering erection.

The urge to bottom out in her throat is strong, but I resist. Instead, I stop before reaching her throat and pull her up so only the head is still in her mouth. “Swirl your tongue around it.”

I last for two circumnavigations before I push her down my shaft. This time I touch the back of her throat and she swallows against it. God, I love that feeling, tight and hot and wet. Like I’m fucking huge, and she’s just taking it. It’s a heady, powerful feeling and I can’t get enough. I pull up slightly and push a little deeper. She swallows again, and this time, instead of pulling back, I hold her head still while I pump my hips.

She takes me twice before her throat lurches. I pull her off me and search her face. Her eyes are watery, and I watch her throat bob up and down as she fights against her gag-reflex. I’m both concerned and turned on. I can’t recall the last time I had someone who couldn’t take all of me.

“Are you okay? I told you to slap my thigh if you had a problem.”

“No," she says slowly, like she's choosing her words carefully. "You told me to slap your thigh if I needed to safeword. I’m fine.”

Feisty. I like that. More than I should. But fuck, those watery eyes.

I guide her back to my cock and she takes me deep again. This time she's tenser, anticipating the gag, but her hips are pulsing almost imperceptibly, too. She wants it.

With a groan, I hold her head still and fuck her mouth. Not too deep, not all the way. But I push her enough to give us both the thrill of that edge of panic.

This time when she gags and I pull back, I'm not checking her face to make sure she's with me. Instead I touch my fingers to the wet tear rolling down her cheek, pleased beyond measure. "That was excellent."

"Again?" she asks, her eyes hopeful, and I let her try once more.

It would be glorious to train her, I think randomly, but that's not going to happen. Makes my dick happy, though, and he jolts against the back of her mouth. She coughs, and I regretfully put an end to that fun.

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