Page 9 of Accidental Doctor Daddy
The first kiss wasn’t sweet. It was claiming. His mouth on my chin, down my throat, tracing my collarbone like he was memorizing me with his tongue. One strong hand slid from my shoulder to my breast, and instead of groping, his touch ghosted across my skin like silk. Barely there, yet more intoxicating than anything bold.
I squirmed beneath him, arching into every whisper of touch, desperate for more friction. He chuckled against my belly. “You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, hating how empty I felt without his full weight on me.
“Good.” His approval slid into me like another caress.
When he finally spread me wide open, his hands—those strong, capable hands—molded to my hips and thighs withreverence. “So soft,” he murmured, almost to himself, like he’d found his favorite thing and couldn’t believe his luck.
A sharp gasp escaped me as his fingers teased the outer edge of me, coaxing out every shiver until my entire body clenched and released under his care. Then, without warning, his mouth was on me—licking, tasting,owning. His tongue and fingers worked in sync, and when he hooked a thick finger inside and stroked just the right spot, I forgot how to breathe.
The orgasm came hard and fast, wiping away every scrap of self-doubt until I was boneless beneath him.
Dom didn’t stop. He growled against me, low and sinful, like heneededthis as much as I did, dragging me right into another orgasm that shattered me even harder. When he bit the inside of my thigh, marking me, a strangled cry broke from my throat.
His gaze locked on mine, wild and ravenous.
Dom slid up my body and dragged me up the bed with him, his cock—thick and burning hot—pinning me down as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips were glossy with my release, and when he kissed me, I tasted myself on his tongue.
He pressed his forehead to mine, voice rough and sure. “You’re mine now—your mouth, your body, every filthy little sound.”
I smiled, breathless. “Prove it.”
His answering bite to my bottom lip made me whimper, and then he was inside me with a single, savage thrust that had me crying out into his mouth.
He swallowed every sound as he built a rhythm, fucking me deep and steady, each stroke carving pleasure into me like a brand.
I’d never been taken like this—consumed whole.
I’d forgotten what it was to surrender, or maybe I’d never been given the chance.
Domgaveit to me.
He took control, hooking my thigh and spreading me wider, his cock slamming deeper, dragging me up into another climax that burst like lightning across my skin.
“Look at me,” he demanded, voice thick with dominance. “Give it to me.”
And I did. I shattered beneath him, eyes locked on his as he milked every last aftershock from my trembling body.
But he wasn’t done.
Dom flipped me onto his lap, facing him. His hands—huge and commanding—gripped my ass, lifting and driving me down onto his cock with brutal efficiency. His hips snapped up, filling me impossibly deep, forcing me to clutch at his shoulders like I might fall apart.
I never would. Not with those hands holding me steady.
He wouldn’t let me.
My cries turned raw as he bounced me harder, faster, until another orgasm coiled tight inside me and detonated with violent force.
I barely had time to recover before he spun me around, seating me reverse cowgirl on him, legs spread wide, fully exposed. The angle was too much, the pressure perfect.
“I can’t—” I gasped, shaking my head.
“You can,” Dom growled behind me. “Youwill.”
His hand worked between my thighs, relentless, coaxing pleasure out of me whether I was ready or not.
My orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave, ripping another scream from my throat.
