Page 28 of Doctor's Demands
“Um, hmm,” I moan as I lean down on my elbows and feel him going even deeper. “Yes.”
“I like fucking you too. I like talking to you, fucking you, looking at you.” He grunts as he thrusts harder. “And I like thinking about you.”
“I like thinking about you too,” I moan as his cock is stroking me in all the right ways. “Baby, you fuck me so good, it should be illegal.”
“Yeah?” he asks as he makes a swirling motion that drives me crazy.
“Ahh!”
“Yeah, baby. You like it!” He slaps my ass.
“Yes!” I cry out, and he does it again and again as he fucks me senseless.
I can’t stop the orgasm that comes crashing through me, and he growls, “Cum all over me, Petra. Goddamn it, you feel good!”
My body is shaking as he pulls out and flips me over, then rams back into me as he looks at me.I love the way he looks as I brush my hands across his cheeks, holding his long dark hair back so I can look at him as he takes me the way I dreamed he would.“You’re so gorgeous,” I whisper.
He smiles, then says, “You are!”
Pulling him down to me, I kiss him as he eases how hard he’s been going, and his body ripples over mine. His mouth goes soft and our kiss turns into something filled with passion.
His hands move over my shoulders as he runs them around me and rolls us over again. Then he pushes me up, and I ride him as he watches me. Holding me by the waist, he looks at me with adoring eyes.
His pecs are tight and I have to put my hands on them, respecting how much work the man has put into his body. “You’re like a Greek God.” I run my fingertip down the line that separates his defined abs.
He gazes at me, then pulls me to him and kisses me with a sweet kiss that turns hard as he puts his hands on my hips and moves me fast and hard. My body can’t take it anymore and I cum again as we kiss. He jerks inside of me as he fills me with his juices.
Our harsh breaths mingle, as he won’t end our kiss. I can’t recall a time I’ve felt more satisfied. When our mouths part, he smiles at me and rolls over again, leaving me on my back and his body pressed against my side. “I liked every part of that, Did you?”
I shake my head and watch his smile turn upside down, then giggle. “I loved every part of that.”
His smile returns and he pulls me in tight, his forehead touching the side of my head. He kisses me there, making me feel special. If I never get to have him this way again, it’ll be a sin, but at least I got this one time. I’ll cherish this forever.
I wake with a startle as I feel Owen’s arm draped heavily over my waist. His cock is pressing against my back, and I find a smile is already moving over my kiss-swollen lips. He stayed!
Rolling over in his arms to face him, I take the time to look at him in the morning light that’s streaming through the window. A light beard covers his face, as he hasn’t shaved yet, and looks ruggedly handsome. I like it a lot.
His lips are parted just a bit as he makes little snoring sounds. I like that too!
Lightly, I let my hand travel over his enormous bicep, and my tummy tightens as my insides begin to heat. He throws one leg over me as he moves in closer. His cock is growing as it’s pressed against my stomach.
He moves it in a rhythmic fashion, and then his lips touch my forehead, then move down to touch my lips. We kiss with our lips closed and he moves me even closer to him, then turns me over. We’re making love in no time.
His body moves sleepily over mine and I wrap my legs around him. I’m fully awake, but he’s still drowsy, and it’s blissfully sweet how he’s making me feel. Our bodies move with easy, light movements, and before I know it, I’m breathing hard. So is he, then our bodies break into orgasms that leave us gasping for air.
He falls off me, lying on his back next to me. “Morning, beautiful.”
I run my hand over his stomach, then down to take his hand. “Good morning to you, my handsome man.”
Pulling up to lean his head on his hand, he looks down at me with love in his eyes and says, “I wish I was a different man. I wish I believed love could last forever. I wish so damn many things, Petra. But most of all, I wish I could be the man you deserve.”
I caress his face. “You can be. You are.”
He shakes his head. “You have no idea how fucked up I am.”
“Aren’t we all a bit on the fucked-up side?” I ask. “I mean, look what I’ve done. I’ve sold myself for the summer. That’s fucked up too.”
He laughs and takes my hand, holding it to his heart. “And why did you do that, Petra?”
