“Don’t mind if I do, fiancé.” I bite my lip, scampering toward the en suite.
“Get that sexy ass ready to be devoured,” he growls at me from across the room. I almost trip over my erection. “I wanna see how many more times I can get ayesout of you, sick boy.”
“Fuck, Lemuel…” I whimper, grabbing something on my way into the bathroom. “Yes yesyes, baby.”
I can hear his growly chuckle, and it’s driving me goddamn wild. I’m stripping out of my clothes so fast, I’m practically falling down. Though I choose to stay in boxer briefs, so I can tease him with every inch of just howhardI love him. Pulling his Johns Hopkins hoodie over my head, the ensemble is complete.
I need my robot doctor to understand just howhisI am.
Sauntering back into the bedroom, I chomp down on my bottom lip to contain my zeal. He’s unbuttoning his dress shirt, which is a delicious sight to behold as it is. But he stops mid-button-pop when he sees me, his grin going fifty shades offuck me.
“I thought you were getting naked…” He swaggers over to me, grabbing two rough fistfuls of his sweatshirt I’m wearing, hauling me in close, until our lips are hovering. “This is better.”
“Is it?” I purr through a teasing smirk, though I’m wholly desperate to get him in me right now.
He nods, eyes on my mouth. “Mhm.”
“I figured you’d want to get me naked yourself, my big, sexy,I could’ve sworn I was straight until I kissed your cock,soon to behusband.” My grin is lust-drunk.
And when he hums out his amusement, like a growl of vibration into me through the firm wall of his chest, I’m mewling, thrusting my hips forward to rub my dick on him.
Lemuel shoves me onto his bed, immediately crawling over me, pinning my arms at my sides. It stirs me up mad, even morewith frustration because I’d really love to grab him by the dreads right now.It’s my favorite thing.
His mouth brushes over mine, plush lips sucking my lower in a tender kiss that curls my fucking toes and throbs my balls.
“Ididthink I was straight until I tasted that dick, baby,” he croons, kissing me again, slower, while grinding his massive shape between my legs. “Fuck, so sweet…”
“Mmff, Lemuel…”
I’m spreading wide and not giving a single fuck.I’m such a slut for this man, I swear…
But he wants to marry me, so it’s fine.
“I do love proving you wrong,” I tease, breathless. Eyes drooping as he bites my jaw and sucks on my neck. “Is that when you knew you wanted to marry me?”
“Hm?”
“When you realized how much youlovesucking orgasms out of me?”
He rumbles another one of those sexy ass chuckles. “Oh, monster… I’ve known I was gonna marry you since three inches.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and he looks purely elated. Releasing my hands, he cups my jaw, kissing me deep, and so in love, my head is spinning. I’m frantic, running my hands inside his open dress shirt to feel his unbearably soft skin covering boulders of muscle. Dragging them down, I cherish his strength and size, going for his belt. I unbuckle, then unzip him, stuffing my hand in to feel him.
“So sobig, Dr. Want,” I trill in raspy, ravenous desire. Squeezing him until he throbs in my palm. “Ask me anything. I swear to God, I’ll say yes…”
He growls. “Can I fuck your perfect ass until you’re in tears and suck on your big cock until you’re coming down my throat?”
“Oh, baby,fuck…yes.”
Lem lifts his hoodie over my head.
But before it can come off, he’s gone.
Ripped right off of me.
What the fuck?!
It happens so fast; a blur body parts that spikes adrenaline in place of lust. In the blink of an eye, the mood has gone from wanton to worry. Hushed pants and kissing to the grunts of a struggle.
