“Margeaux,” he says sternly and my pussy clenches at the rough tremble of his voice.
“Mmm…Fine.” I open the mirror cabinet in front of me and fumble around looking for the box of condoms. I find it and toss it over my shoulder to him. “Unopened. See, not so naughty, Doc.”
“You’re plenty naughty. Don’t try to guilt me into feeling bad for wanting to keep you safe.”
I bite my bottom lip, feeling a weird mixture of feelings. Embarrassed for suggesting he fuck me without a condom, and appreciation for the warm sentiment behind his words.He wants to keep me safe.
I hear the sounds of the wrapper tearing and I get this rush of anxiousness. I’m about to have sex with this good-natured, life-saving doctor.
“Ready?” he asks, pressing the tip of his thick cock against my slick entrance. Fuck. I’m not a virgin, but something about being with Jon feels…special.
“So ready. Please, Doc.”
He eases the head of his dick inside. “Fuuuuck. So thick,” I moan, gripping the edge of the sink as his fat cock slides into my pussy, stretching me.
“So tight. Fuck!”
He’s all the way inside me and I am being thoroughly and perfectly stretched. Doctor Jon has the fattest dick I’ve ever seen. He pulls out, keeping only the tip in and we time our movements perfectly. He thrusts, I grind, and our hips clap together with a firm smack.
“Mmmm…Yes. Your ass is amazing, Beautiful. I could stare at it all day.” His hands massage into the thick muscles of my ass. “Look up. Watch me. Look at how beautiful you are right now.” He gives my hair a gentle tug, angling my head up and I see him. I wipe the fog away from the steamy shower and we connect.
His dark hair is a mess of waves. His short stubble gives him this edgy and wild look. His lean muscles are flexing with every thrust and movement he makes. He keeps talking, mumbling sexy little compliments the entire time that have me nearing the edge of my orgasm.
“So beautiful.”
Thrust.
“So perfect.”
Thrust.
“Fuck, Margeaux. You feel so good. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
“Jon! Ummph.” I bite my lips, not wanting to be loud.
He thrusts harder and my pussy welcomes the rough stretch of his hard and thick cock.
“Let me hear you, Margeaux. Tell me how it feels,” he groans. His dark, brown eyes look into mine in the mirror.
“Fuck. You look so good fucking me, Jon. You’re so thick!” I yell as the head of his cock perfectly connects with my G-spot. “Yes! Just like that! Ooohhh. There. There. Right there!”
“Yes! That’s it, Beautiful. Fuck I feel you. Your pussy’s tightening around me. So fucking pretty. So perfect. Come for me, Margeaux.”
As if I could ignore his command. I’ve trained my body to be strong and indestructible. And this short, too-nice, dirty talking doctor is bringing me to my knees. He moves his hands strategically, one hand going to my clit again, the other to my nipple and he has me lit up from every nerve ending.
“Jon! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I scream into the mirror. Our eyes never leave each other’s, and it has my squirming even more as my body lets go and surrenders to this man who is my opposite in every way.
“Yes! So beautifully perfect! I’m all yours, baby. I’m all yours!” he yells at our reflections as his dick throbs, pulsing inside my well-fucked pussy.
Jon slowly pulls out of me, and I let my body go lax, sinking down to the tiled floor. He kisses the tattoo on my right shoulder, gently scratching my skin with his day-old stubble. He leans over me and reaches for the small trash bin, throwing away the tied-off condom filled with his cum. I lick my lips and pout as I watch it disappear in the bin.
I’m fucking envious of latex. My pussy throbs with gentle pulses, confirming my feelings. Next time, I want every drop of jon inside of me.
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