Page 186 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Well, no touching until later when she was naked and sprawled out across my bed.

To encourage myself, I recited the reasoning behind my strategy.

Anticipation strengthens desire. Anticipation strengthens desire.

By the time we leave here tonight, Harlow’s pretty little pussy will be dripping wet, and I won’t have lifted a finger.

Two steps into Scott’s apartment and my clothes were already flying.

Between one breath and the next, my blouse, bra, skirt, and underwear were tossed haphazardly across the hardwood floor of his living room. I kicked off my stilettos a second later.

I knew he’d done this on purpose—getting me riled up to the point of insanity by teasing me with his hot and dirty words. Strategically, what started out as hot little comments whispered into my ear during the show, evolved into all out dirty—and quite promising—verbal foreplay that left me throbbing and wet in anticipation. I felt crazy. Horny kind of crazy. And if Scott didn’t start fucking me soon, I’d probably have to resort to violence.

Good Lord, I want him.

Luckily, Scott had followed my “we don’t need any fucking clothes” lead and stood gloriously naked before me. I took my time, appreciating the sight of him, and raked my eyes down his body—his big biceps, his flat stomach, the trim hips that led into a V—until I stopped at his cock. Thick. Hard. Ready.

I licked my lips. When it came to Scott naked, especially his cock, I was a fucking fan.

“You like what you see?” he asked, slowly, erotically stroking his hand up and down his length.

Every journey from the base to tip and back again enforced what I’d already been feeling tenfold. I wanted to taste him. Suck him. Kiss him. Feel him inside of me. I wanted everything, and I wanted it all right now. I clenched my thighs together, the sticky evidence of my arousal blatantly painting my skin.

“Yes,” I whispered. “But I’d like it better if you were inside of me.”

“Fuck, Harlow.” Scott stared at me for a brief second before his big body moved into action, striding toward me. His hands gripped my ass, spanning the entirety of each cheek they were so large, and lifted me up. I obediently wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t,” he breathed into my ear, and then his tongue sneaked out and licked along the edge softly. “I need to be inside of your tight little cunt.”

God, yes. I moaned.

Without hesitation and with me in his arms, Scott strode toward his bedroom. With every determined step, his cock slid against my already sensitized skin.

I felt delirious. Insane. Every cell craving, wanting, needing, fucking anticipating the moment he finally slid inside of me. Tunnel vision set in, and my body could only focus on the way his skin felt against mine, the way his breath sounded in my ear, the way it felt against my neck, the way his hands gripped my ass…him…us…all of it.

“Hurry,” I whimpered into his ear, and his length jerked against me in response.

“Fuck,” he groaned and pushed my back against the wall of his bedroom, directly beside the nightstand, his mouth capturing my lips in a hot and heady kiss. With his free hand, the one not gripping my ass, he haphazardly rummaged through the drawer until he snagged a condom.

He held it up to my lips, and I bit my teeth down on the foil while his fingers pulled it in the opposite direction. It tore easily, and with Scott’s apparent practiced efficiency in this area, the condom was in place in no time. Both of his hands free to grip my ass again, he moved us toward the bed with three lengthy strides.

“Hold on tight, Harlow,” he said roughly, and like a good, horny girl, I fucking listened.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs clenched tighter around his waist as he crawled onto the mattress until my back was pressed against it.

And, without warning or hesitation, Scott drove inside of me, pressing himself to the hilt.

“Yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back of their own accord.

Good Lord, it felt good. He felt so fucking good.

The sexy setting of our outing, the foreplay, the anticipation, all of it, had built my need so high that one simple thrust had my pussy clenching around him. Stars were practically dancing behind my eyes from the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Scott groaned into my ear as he started into a deep and powerful rhythm. In and out, in and out, his cock worked the inside of my pussy with precision, building my climax up with each thrust. Most men would need a goddamn map to find the treasure Scott had located on the first stroke.

Covetous and greedy for one another after that, our lips and tongues continued to dance as our hands hungrily ran across each other’s skin—scratching, feeling, rubbing.

Time blurred or stood still or fucking passed at lightning speed as the journey to my orgasm peaked. I honestly didn’t know which, but I knew sex with Scott was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and if ever there was an instance where time could be manipulated to do everything all at once, my climax with his cock inside me was it.