Chapter 40 The Hot Doctor's Touch (3)

• Then he straightened up, his eyes dark and hungry, and I watched, breathless, as he tugged at his trousers. The zipper came down, and he shoved them past his hips, freeing his dick. My mouth watered. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking himself slow and firm, and I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t long—average, maybe—but God, it was thick. So thick I could already imagine how it’d stretch me, fill me up just right. The girth was perfect, heavy and solid in his grip, and I clenched around nothing, aching for it.
• “Gotta wrap this up for you,” he said, his voice husky as he reached over to one of the drawers, yanking it open. He pulled out a condom, tore the packet with his teeth, and rolled it on with a practiced ease that made my pussy throb even harder. I lay there, legs spread, waiting, wanting—needing—his dick inside me. “Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good around me,” he muttered, giving himself one last stroke before stepping between my thighs.
• He slapped his dick against my pussy, the thick head smacking my clit, and I gasped, the wet sound echoing in the room. “You ready for this?” he asked, dragging it through my folds, coating himself in my slickness. I nodded, desperate, and then he slid in—slow, gentle, letting me feel every inch of that glorious thickness stretching me open. I moaned, my walls gripping him tight, and he groaned, low and deep, his hands bracing on my hips. “Shit, you’re so tight,” he said, thrusting softly, rocking into me with a rhythm that made my toes curl.