Page 6 of Dr. Bad Boy

This is her limit, though, and the night is still young.

I pinch her nipples and push her back to an upright kneeling position. Rising from the armchair, I remove my shirt and move behind her. I gently push on her upper back and whisper in her ear, “Back on all fours like you were.” As she adjusts her position, I finish undressing and slip on a condom. “Legs spread wide—all the way to the edges of the ottoman, gorgeous. I need room to work.”

She moans, making my cock twitch and ache. I’ve been denied far too long. Grabbing her hips, I take her in one long, hard thrust. She’s a tighter than I expected, but I don’t dwell on it. Right now my only concern is my oncoming orgasm. We’ve got all night, and it’ll be easier for me to focus on her pleasure when I’m not pre-occupied with blue balls.

I slide one arm around her belly and reach for her clit. I’m not entirely selfish.

Trapping the little nub beneath the ridge of my palm, I squeeze my middle and ring fingers into her pussy, filling her even further, and curl them up toward her G-spot. She gasps, and I'm not sure which she likes better, the intrusion or the stimulation. I ruthlessly give her more of both.

My other hand slides up to her breast where I pinch her nipple hard. I kiss and lick at a fleshy spot between her shoulder blades before sinking my teeth in. She flinches slightly, but moans again and I smile.

I pull back my hips and surge forward, again and again, pumping hard and fast. Despite my selfish plans for taking my own pleasure, I bite back my orgasm until this sweet surprise of a woman has screamed out two of her own. God, I love it when they scream.

With one last thrust, I hold myself against her soft skin as my cock pulsates deep inside her body.

Paranoia takes over and I carefully extract myself. “On your back on the bed, legs spread wide and play with yourself until I return.” I retreat to the bathroom to take care of the condom and clean up with a hot, wet cloth. No risks. Not ever.

The shower stall catches my eye and I have a slight change of plans. I’m about to call for the goddess in the other room to join me when it occurs to me that she hasn’t told me her name. Fuck. Calling forgorgeousdoesn’t seem appropriate somehow. It's my standard endearment—also makes it easier to keep them straight—and it applies to her in spades, but I don't want to be quite so anonymous with this one.

When I jerk off later to the memory of her gagging on my cock, I want to know her name. I want to mutter it along with all the filthy instructions I didn't voice tonight.Take it. Choke on it. Fucking gag on my cock, you happy little slut.

I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature, then walk back into the room to find her on the bed stroking herself. Her head lolls to the side, but she's watching me. Ever attentive to her client's needs.

But she's not acting. Her fingers are rubbing feverishly enough for me to know this is real for her. Damn that's hot. She's hot. And the sight of her hand between her legs raises the temperature in the room significantly. All I can think about is getting my hand there, too, getting her off and feeling her come on my fingers.

I beckon. “Follow me.”

She rises and trails after me back into the bathroom. “Into the shower, hands on that wall and feet spread wide.” I join her and take the hand-shower down from its holder and fiddle with the settings until there are only three small, powerful jets shooting from the centre. Yeah, this is going work beautifully.

“You can make all the noise you like as long as you’re prepared to answer the door to explain it. Otherwise, don’t move.”

I wrap my arm around her belly and hold her tight against me while I hold the showerhead only a few inches from her body and aim the spray on a slight angle at the sweet spot between her legs. It’s not long before she’s mewling like a kitten. My cock perks up at the sound, growing hard against her. As her orgasm grows closer, her mewls transform into frantic moans, and I silently smack my head for lack of forethought. One condom-clad dick and I could be buried inside her while she falls apart.

I console myself with the happy thought that there will be a next time. From the sound of things, very soon.

The long tortured moan is almost as good as a scream. Clearly, she thinks I honestly would make her go to the door to explain herself.

When I’m sure her orgasm is well and truly done, I let go of her belly and grab her hand, guiding it to where I’m holding the showerhead. “Grab it, and whatever you do, don’t lose my spot. I’ll be right back.”

I whip out of the shower, make a dash for the nightstand, and grab a strip of condoms. My cock is fully dressed and ready for action by the time I return to her. The fact that she’s really struggling tells me she’s not moved a muscle. And her obedience pleases me mightily.

“Well done, gorgeous.” Fuck, that endearment just didn’t sound right to me at all. I pack that thought away for later. I have plans. I take the shower from her. “Hand back on the wall, same deal as before—all the noise you want, but don’t move.”

I bend my legs, positioning my cock at her entrance, then push my way inside, filling her up at a whole new angle. From her shaky breathing and the way her thighs tremble against mine, I know she’s already on the verge of coming and I hold still with my cock as deep as it will go. I want her to milk me with her orgasms alone—if that’s even possible.

The shaking gets worse. I know she wants me to move, to touch her, but I want her to let go. And what I want, goes. Time stretches as her pussy squeezes me, tighter and hotter. Fucking hell. It takes all my willpower not to rut into her like an animal. Then with a long groan, she spasms around me and it's worth the wait. And she doesn't slump forward or beg off. No, I'm going to be able to make her do that again and again.

Her next orgasm is fast and hard, more of a pulsing clench, and it feels fucking good, but it's not the long sucking pulls I need from her cunt. Not if I'm going to fill her full of my come.

That image helps. Fuck, I want to paint her, too. Pull out and spray all over her back, then smear my fingers in it, pull it down to her ass and—

I cut myself off, feeling how close I’ve gotten. I could come without any other stimulation than the thought of this one's tight, pink pucker squeezing against my cock, protesting the inevitable invasion.

Instead, I drop the showerhead and focus on her next orgasm. I do like a well-planned out fuck. And this one is going to end with her pussy jacking me off. I'm going to torture her until every last muscle between her legs sings.

Or just come really fucking hard.

The water’s washed away a lot of her natural lubrication, so I start wide and go slow, stroking the insides of her thighs, then the outer lips of her pussy. The whole time I’m talking to her, making her head swim with images of how I want to debauch her.

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