Page 79 of The Doctor

“I’m going to let you punish me for being bad.” She pulled my pants down my calves, and the horror of those words finally reached my ears. Before she could slide her hot mouth over the head of my cock, I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her off the ground.

“No.”

Not here.

Not like this.

I hadn’t fucked Clara’s mouth yet, though I’d been wanting to since before I’d ever dreamt of taking her the way I did. It felt dirty, thinking of her like that. Thinking of thrusting down her pretty throat and spilling my cum across her lips.

It felt just as dirty as when she called me Daddy, and I wasn’t going to stand for it.

As it turns out, I didn’t have to.

Somehow, while my brain had been hoodwinked by her, the girl had stolen my keys, unlocked my car, and opened the door. She shoved me inside, then was right back on the ground between my knees, and this time, when she reached for my throbbing dick, I couldn’t stop her.

The groan I let loose when her lips closed around my shaft had what little blood was left in the rest of my body rushing toward my face. Because holy, fuck! No blowjob I’d ever had felt anywhere near as good as this.

“Clara.” I strung my fingers through her hair, guiding her up and down my length as she went at this the way she applied herself to any task. Her focus and skill —Jesus, fuck! Where’d she get skills like that? —were beyond compare, and each swipe of her tongue had me losing my grasp on reality.

The sounds from her mouth were dreadfully erotic, and I knew if she didn’t stop, I’d be spilling myself down her throat. But there was no stoping this girl. If I wanted her to do something, I knew I’d have to force her.

So I did.

I yanked her off the ground, pulling her by the hair until her mouth was on my own. Then I tore down her shorts, grabbed her ass, and jerked her toward me until I was balls-deep inside of her, devouring her scream as it billowed out of her mouth.

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Clara

Possessive Zeno was my favorite. I knew what was coming the minute he answered his phone, and I relished provoking him.

What was wrong with hugging your new best friend?

Absolutely nothing, unless you knew doing so would piss off the man you loved and you did it for that reason and that reason alone.

The scream I let out as Zee shoved his dick inside of me was as much pleasure as it was surprise.

I loved every minute of it. I loved his biting grip, the pain in my head as he pulled my hair. I loved the low growl he let loose as he came completely unhinged.

Most of all, I loved how much he loved me, how much he loved fucking me, and how it was me pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck!” Zee’s grip on my hips tightened, and he rocked me against his every thrust. The friction between us set me off, and my pussy clenched as my whole body seemed to spasm. “So fucking tight. So fucking good.”

“Zee.” I whimpered under his punishment, feeling those spasms rip through me until pleasure turned to pain. “Please!”

“That what you want, kid?” He thrust harder. “You want to take my cock?”

“Please!”

He grunted, then froze as he came with a roar. His voice reverberated in the small space of his car, ringing in my ears and sending shivers down my spine. I squeezed my muscles, tightened my grip on him in every way I was capable, milking his dick until he had nothing left to give.

But that didn’t stop him from giving me more. Zee wrapped me tight in his arms, as if doing so could ease every last ounce of pain he’d caused. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and stayed there long after his ragged breaths calmed.

I swept my fingers through his long hair, pressed kisses to the skin at the side of his face, longing to hear him tell me he still loved me.

Fear trickled through me when he didn’t. It seized my every thought until my imagination took a dive off the highest cliff, unsure if there was any safety at the bottom.

What if I’d gone too far?