“Is this good?” he asks with a look of concern.
I’m writhing around on the sheets, my hips thrusting hungrily off the bed. Looking for more. Wanting it all.
“Are you kidding me? It’s amazing. But I want more.”
Mark’s sideways grin is all I see before the feeling of emptiness hits me as his fingers suddenly depart. Mark grasps my ankles, pushing me wider.
His condom-clad erection is seated between my legs as he places the tip at my entrance.
“You ready, Boy Scout?”
“Do it. Now.”
Mark takes his time, though. Just as he is inside the OR, Dr. Mark is meticulous. Calculating. Painstakingly thorough.
He inches the head inside just enough to send shivers down my spine, exhilaration and craving ricocheting down to my balls. I have little doubt that once he impales me I’ll go off like a rocket.
I watch as a look of discomfort washes across his face, Mark’s eyes closing tight.
“What’s the matter?”
His eyes pop open and he stares at me darkly, pulling out of my hole. “It’s so tight and hot.”
I bite back laughter and maneuver myself up on my knees to face him, reaching one hand behind to grab an ass cheek, the other hand on his length. Kissing him soundly while simultaneously stroking him roughly, he murmurs a sound of pleasure.
“Don’t use kid gloves on me, Mark. I want you to fuck me.Hard.”
Flipping over onto my hands and knees, I know he likes what he sees from the low growl that escapes his throat. I reach behind me, palms on my ass cheeks and open myself up to him.
And when I shift to look over my shoulder, Mark’s gaze is molten. Like a bull who sees red.
“I’m waiting,” I remind him with a bit of amusement because he seems a little stunned.
Then he’s on me, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me to him, entering me with a swift motion.
“You’re gonna ruin me.”
The smile that overtakes my face isn’t visible to Mark, but his statement makes me insanely happy nonetheless.
As does the nice pounding he begins to give me.
