“My filthy, filthy girl.” He chuckles, stripping off his shirt, unbuckling his pants, and dragging out his cock. My mouth waters. “You’ve been so good that I have to make sure to reward you.”
“Please.” I’m aching now.
“You want me inside this pretty pussy?” The swollen head of his length rubs against my slick entrance.
“Jamie. I need you, please—”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Not good enough.” His hand fists my hair, pulling my head back gently onto the pillow. “Beg for it properly.”
Heat floods my face, but it’s not embarrassment—it’s arousal so intense I’m lost to everything but pleasure.
“Please, sir,” I gasp. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need you inside me.”
He draws a line across my lips, coaxing me open, and lets me taste the salt of his skin. “Don’t you taste so good.”
“I do,” I say, and he lets out a deep chuckle.
Suddenly, he thrusts inside me. Not slow like last time, but so fast I yelp, and he covers my mouth with his hand.The walls of my cunt hum around him.
“You can’t be loud. You’ll wake the whole town.”
I blink up at him, nodding as I moan into his palm, adjusting to the size of him.
He slams into me, and I cry out, making incoherent noises—from pleasure, from the stretch, from the sheer intensity of it.
“This what you needed?” He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in. “Needed someone to fuck you like this? Make you take it?”
“Yes. God, yes—”
I’m so close, already so close. It’s the lack of oxygen, the way he moves, and his punishing hold on me.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he warns. “Not until I say.”
“I can’t—I’m already—”
He slows down, pulling back until he’s barely inside me. I try to angle myself to take what I need, but he empties me completely. “What did I just say?”
A frustrated sound tears from my throat. “Please—”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“Not yet. I want you desperate for it first.”
“I’m desperate, sir.” I place his palms over my breasts.
He fucks me shallow at first, just a couple of inches, each thrust precise and hitting me right in that sweet spot. Next, he flips me over so I’m on my knees in front of him. He wraps one hand around my throat and the other gently tugs on my bob.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost reverently. “So fucking perfect like this. Taking my cock so well. You want your ass slapped, Doctor?”
“Yes.”
His palm smooths over my ass, then delivers a sharp thwack that makes me gasp.
