Chapter 7
Drew
His lips around my cock was pure fucking heaven.
I couldn’t rip my eyes away from the erotic image Nicholas made.
On his knees before me, his fingers splayed out over my thighs, still fully clothed, he was hot as fuck.
The hottest damn thing I’d ever seen, honestly.
Porn had nothing on Dr. Nicholas Allman kneeling before me with my cock splitting his pretty lips apart.
“Doc…” I rasped, my fingers spearing into his hair.
He groaned around me, the sound vibrating right down to my balls.
How did he expect me not to come when I was already about to burst at the fucking seams?
As it was, my balls were already drawing up tight against my dick.
Those noises he made were going to drive me straight over the edge.
I hadn’t been touched by another man in years. It was a miracle I hadn’t already busted my nut, especially with how wicked his mouth was. Not watching him deep throat me would probably help, but how the hell was I supposed to look away from this man when he was worshiping me so fucking well?
I groaned, my thighs trembling. I was going to come.
There was no fucking way I could stop it.
A mix between a moan and a sob ripped from my chest, and then, Nicholas popped off me and licked his lips, his eyes gleaming.
I whined, my balls aching. I needed to come so goddamn bad, and he was denying me.
Why the fuck was he denying me? Why couldn’t I come?
“Doc,” I pleaded. I wasn’t above begging. I was desperate. I’d wanted this for so fucking long.
He shook his head and rose to his feet before yanking open his nightstand drawer and tugging out a half-used bottle of lube.
My heart slammed against my chest bone when he cracked the lid open and ran his eyes over me.
“Lay down and pull your legs back for me, baby,” he urged. “I need to stretch you open.”
Oh, fuck. We were doing this. We were really doing this.
I thought I’d have to work a lot harder to make Nicholas give in, but nope.
All it’d taken was a small fight and me losing my fucking mind and kissing him.
And just like that, not only had he caved, but he’d fucking taken control.
And I was all-too-ready to obey him and give him whatever he asked of me.
I quickly laid back, keeping my ass on the edge of the bed, and hooked my swollen, throbbing hands behind my knees, pulling them back and spreading myself wide for him.
My balls were heavy, throbbing with the need to come, but maybe Nicholas didn’t want me coming until he was inside of me.
And fuck, if that was what he had planned, I was one hundred percent on board.
Fuck yes, I wanted to come with his cock buried deep inside of me.
And if the tent in his joggers was anything to go by, his cock was thick and long and was going to feel so good splitting me apart and rearranging my insides.
I sucked in a sharp breath when he swirled his fingers around my hole, and then, I was moaning as he slipped one finger inside.
For a moment, I squeezed around him at the intrusion, then relaxed, my eyelids fluttering shut so I could soak in the sensation of him stretching me open.
Taking his time to take care of me in a way no one ever had before.
Even when I used toys, I usually just pushed it inside until I forced my body to adjust to the size.
I was impatient like that, but God, the way Nicholas stretched me open was so fucking good, I was damn near delirious, and he only had one finger inside of me.
“I can take more,” I told him, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears.
Opening my eyes, they immediately met his hazel ones, and I swallowed thickly at the predatory gleam in them.
Who knew the doc had it in him? I surely didn’t, but I wasn’t fucking complaining.
“Please, doc.” I was growing impatient. I ached for him everywhere.
I wanted him inside of me—needed to feel his cock splitting me open.
“So greedy,” he murmured, but nonetheless, he pulled his finger out, then pushed back in with two.
I choked when his fingers brushed over my prostate, and my cock leaked precum all over my stomach.
I moaned like a whore when he kept glancing over it, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
If he didn’t stop, I was going to make a mess all before he allowed me to.
And I found I really didn’t want to disappoint him.
“I’m going to—fuck,” I gritted, gasping. “Come. Going to come.”
He quickly stopped, then pulled his fingers out.
A moment later, something much bigger and thicker was pressing against me.
My eyes snapped open, and I found Nicholas standing between my spread legs, his shirt pulled over his head but still hooked on his arms behind his back, and his sweats pushed down just enough to have his dick freed.
And he was slowly pushing inside of me, his hands gripping my thighs and his gaze focused on where our bodies were joining.
He was so big. So fucking thick. I whimpered, shifting uncomfortably, desperately trying not to tense up and prevent his invasion. But when his cock brushed against my prostate, I groaned, my hands dropping to the bed to fist the sheets.
“Eyes on me, baby,” Nicholas demanded. My eyes snapped open, locking on his. He pushed the rest of the way inside, then grinned, making my heart trip in my chest. He looked like a true predator who’d finally caught his prey. “Look at you, split open on my dick. So fucking pretty.”
I whined, his words like a sucker punch to my chest. Easing out, he shoved back in, then leaned over me, his long fingers wrapping around my throat to pin me to the mattress.
“I need you to know you’re mine and I’m never letting you go because I’m about to fucking wreck you like I goddamn hate you,” he warned me.
I quickly nodded, probably looking like a bobblehead doll. “Yes. That. Please.”
He kissed me hard and deep, then began to fuck me like a man starved.
His fingers dug into the skin of my thighs hard enough to bruise, and every time he punched inside my body, I grunted, my body jostling.
His bed frame squeaked with every drive into my body.
I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t want to. Not if it meant he stopped.
He fucked so good. He was bruising. Punishing. And when he damn near folded me in half, going even deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside me just right, that was it.
I shattered.
I wasn’t capable of making a sound, my mouth just opened without a peep.
My ears started ringing. My balls throbbed as my cock spurted cum all over my stomach.
My vision completely whited out, and just like that, I lost consciousness.
I was only out for a moment or two though because when I came to, Nicholas was moaning, his hips falling off-rhythm as he came inside of me, pushing his hips forward and forcing his cock deep like he wanted to breed me.
He slumped forward, his elbows catching his weight, and he tucked his face into the curve of my neck.
We were both breathing heavily, and without really thinking about it, I wrapped my arms around him and inhaled the scent of him—sweat and something earthy, more than likely his cologne.
I always smelled it when I was near him.
“I think I love you,” I blurted, still breathing hard.
Nicholas hummed and pressed a kiss to the curve of my neck. “Yeah… much as I didn’t want to, baby, I think I’ve always fucking loved you, too.”