Page 27 of Doctor's Demands
“Sure, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be back when these are gone.” He leaves me alone with my thoughts once more and I kind of hate it.
The alcohol is making my brain swim a bit, and I find only one thing on my mind.
Petra!
Petra
Looking at the basket of things Owen sent me, I want to tell him thank you, and that, of course, I accept his apology. The necklace is stunning. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The perfume smells great and the food and wine look delicious. And as good as all this is, all I can think about is how much I want him here with me.
I call him to say thanks, but he’s not answering his cell. I was pretty sure he would, since the note said he was sorry, and it has me worried about him and where he is. I want to know if he’s okay, and send him a text letting him know to just text back, so I know nothing has happened to him. But I’ve gotten nothing back from him.
It’s making me nuts!
Getting up off the sofa, I head to bed. I probably won’t fall asleep, but at least I’ll be laying down. Pat had the sheets replaced, so I don’t have to smell Owen, and now I wish I hadn’t jumped to that idea so quickly.
I want to smell him!
Pulling off the soft negligee, I climb under the blankets and shove my nose into the pillow to see if any remnants of him are there. I only smell fresh linen and nothing more than that. My heart aches as I close my eyes and picture his face.
The bedroom door flies open and in stumbles Owen, looking a little on the drunk side. “Baby, I’m home,” he mumbles as I jump out of bed to help him.
“Owen, are you okay?” I ask as I move my body under his arm to stabilize him. “Do you want me to help you get undressed? Do you want to sleep here? Do you want …”
His mouth crashes down on mine as he takes over. Moving me backward until I hit the bed, he releases my lips and pushes me down on it. His eyes rake over my naked body as he pulls off his clothes.
The alcohol has made him clumsy, and I move up on the bed, propping my head on the pillows as he takes everything off. Then I hold out my arms for him and he comes into them.
Our mouths collide again and I taste the mixture of whiskey and beer. It doesn’t bother me in the least. I’m elated he came to me!
He gathers my hair in his hand, roughly pulling it until it hurts. I’m pretty sure he’s not aware of it and move up some. Clumsily, he gropes me as his body moves over mine.
My hands are moving all over him, taking in every tight muscle. I use my feet to run over the backs of his legs and love the way they feel so powerful. “Yes,” I moan.
His mouth leaves mine as he looks at me, then smiles a crooked little smile. “Hey, you.”
I smile back. “Hi.”
His words come out slurred. “I like you, Petra. I like you a lot. Did you like the necklace?”
“I loved it. Thank you.”
With a heavy hand, he strokes over my cheek. It feels more like a push than a caress, but I don’t care. I’m so glad to be looking at him and touching him that I love every damn thing the man does.
“You loved it?” he asks, then kisses me again as he grabs me and rolls over with me.
I’m on top of him and want to give him a taste of what I can do for him. Wrangling my mouth from his, I lean over him and kiss his neck, then whisper, “How about you let me suck on that big cock of yours?”
“Oh, yeah, baby! Damn good idea.” I find him smiling and kiss my way down his body.
Moving in between his legs, I run my hands up and down his huge dick, looking at it and thinking it’s the best-looking thing I’ve ever seen between a man’s legs. Kissing the bulbous head, I give it a little lick, and he groans with desire.
A smile is plastered on my face. Then I ease my mouth over him and take him in. The groan doesn’t stop; he goes on and on as I move up and down his long length. He pulls my hair as I bob my head and I love the way it all feels.
I taste the slightest hint of cum and he yanks me up. “On your knees.”
I scramble to get to where he can take me from behind and shriek when he slams his hard cock into me. I’m sore from what he did earlier, and it burns a little as he thrusts into me.
“You like me fucking you, Petra?”
