Page 72 of Doctor Wrong Number


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Her sounds are sinful. I could play them on repeat all day every day and never get tired of listening to her sweet songs. They are mine. I own them.

I slip the toy in and out, watching her pussy stretch to accommodate the width. Wrapping a hand around myself, I squeeze so hard it hurts, hoping to relieve the ache building deep within my shaft.

“Fuck it harder,” I demand from her.

She mewls, listening to me so well, and her hips begin to rock faster onto the toy. She bites her lip, pinches her nipples, and I roll her clit between my fingers with my free hand.

“Yes! Elias, yes, more. I…I…need more. Please!” she cries, her pleas so loud there’s an echo in the room.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me first and I’ll give you what you want. And I want it too, so badly.”

“I need more. I can’t. I…I can’t,” she whimpers, and it’s so fucking needy, her voice breaking, her eyes shutting tight as she fucks the toy. “Elias.”

I pull the dildo free, dropping it on the bed. I fall onto one hand, curling over her, then reach down to guide my cock in. The moment the head touches her opening, she inhales a sharp breath. I don’t take my time. In one thrust, I invade, filling her to the hilt.

“Oh god!” she says, just as I groan, “Fuck.”

We’re both trembling. She stretches her head all the way back, exposing the flawless delicate velvet of the column of her neck. My eyes lock in on a spot just before her ear, her pulse jumping wildly. Two freckles adorn the space, tempting me closer to taste—wrecking me.

“I need—” I take a deep breath and lick my lips while my hands rest on her knees. “I need a second.”

“You’re so big,” she moans, reaching down to feel where we are connected.

“Ah, oh, shit. You can’t do that,” I gasp, falling forward. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Fuck me through it, then.”

My eyes meet her deep greens, challenging me again. I have a feeling she’ll be doing that a lot.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I bend down, biting her bottom lip to give it a slight tug. “Fucking take it,then.”

I pull out and slam back in, igniting a moan from her sweet throat. “So mouthy,” I scold lightly. “Next time, I’m going to fill it to shut you up.” I tighten my grip, and she gasps, her dazed, glassed-over eyes meeting mine. “I think you’d like that, though. Wouldn’t you?” Her earlobe is soft between my teeth as I play with the sensitive flesh. “Because you’re my filthy fucking girl and you’d let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

“Elias.” My name is spoken softly, but I hear it, the slight desperation for me to give her whatever the fuck I want.

Lifting her leg, I wrap it around my waist, allowing me deeper somehow, and neither of us can hide the lustful sounds that escape us.

I curl my lower body, flexing my hips, sliding in and out at a hard, fast pace. “You’re so tight, Olivia,” I moan, wanting her to hear how good she makes me feel. “So wet. So fucking wet. Jesus Christ.”

I whimper, completely losing control. Pulling out, I grab her hips and flip her over, pressing my hand between her shoulders so she’s flat on the bed. Without another word, one hand grips the left globe of her ass while I slide home.

“Oh my god. Elias, don’t stop. Yes, this. More. More!” Olivia claws at the bed with every hard drive I give her.

My tattooed arms seem so bold and sinful against her unmarked body. I slap her ass again and again, a red welt appearing before my eyes, and she’s drenching me.

“Oh, fuck, Elias. Like that. Don’t stop. I’m close. I’m so close! You’re…you’re going to make me…”

I yank her head back by her hair and growl, “Good. Fucking come. Show me how good I make you feel.” I’m close too. I’m not going to be able to hold back if she doesn’t come in the next few seconds.

She’s right. I’m just going to fuck her through it.

To my surprise, she flips me onto my back, riding me fast. She grips her headboard, her hips moving front to back.

My eyes roll from the pleasure. “You belong up there. God, look at you.” I savor her, my hands becoming needy as they slide up her body, cupping her breasts.

“Faster. Faster. I’m so close.”

Gripping her hips, I do as she says, adding the speed she needs by rocking up into her.