Dr. Good by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Ten

Miller

I sit at my desk in my office, staring blankly at the Word document.

I’m supposed to be typing up a report…

Well, no, that’s not completely true. I’m supposed to be trying to get some sleep since it’s almost gone midnight and I’ve got an early start tomorrow, but when I close my eyes all I can think about is Macie, the way she shivered when I placed my hand on the small of her back and pushed her into the bedroom.

I had to virtually sprint from the room after I’d done that, certain I’d leap on her if I allowed myself to drink in the sight of her shivering body from a simple touch.

If a touch makes her move so captivatingly, what about a kiss or a real touch?

How would she react if she awoke to my hand sliding up her thigh, toward her sex that must be hot, sticky, tangy, and alive with her young fertile need to give me children?

I have to feel how wet she is, how bad her body wants to take my massive cock up inside of her. I have to hear the way she moans and shivers when I drive up inside of her, drive deeply and possessively, pressing forcefully deep, deeper until she’s singing out in lust.

Before I know it, I’ve pushed away from the desk and I’m walking through my apartment.

It’s like something else has taken over me, some force I can’t quite understand, roaring at me to be with her before the world ends. It’s primal and deafening, a song between my ears that tells me if I don’t claim this woman now, I might never get another chance.

It makes no sense, but it comes from a primal place where it doesn’t have to make sense.

It comes from the pulsating need all men must feel when they lay eyes on their true mate, on the woman they’re going to spend the rest of their lives with.

I stop outside her bedroom door, pressing my ear against it as my engorged helm presses against the inside of my pants. I listen through the oak door to try and find the sound of her breathing, even as I know this is wrong, even if I know I shouldn’t be invading her privacy like this.

I try to think of her stalker, Derrick, and how I’m doing something similar to what he did.

But I can’t accept that logic.

Because he was wrong when he said they were going to spend the rest of their lives together.

I’m certain this woman is mine, and mine alone.

I’m more right about this than I’ve ever been about anything.

“Oh,” she whimpers.

I stifle a growl and press my ear closer to the door.

“Oh, fuck…”

Jesus Christ, this woman has got to be kidding me.

This is her first night here and she’s already rubbing her horny little pussy for me, already comfortable enough on my silk sheets to ply sweet pleasure from her fertile young slit?

I let out a growl by mistake, the carnal ferocity writhing through me becoming too much to handle, becoming deafening as I stand here hungry to go inside.

“Hello?” she calls.

Fuck.

“It’s me,” I say, trying to keep my voice as casual as possible. “Can I come in?”

I shouldn’t have said that but it’s out there now and there’s no way I can magically snatch it back.

What I should have said is I’m a sleepwalker and I came here by mistake, or I get lost in my own apartment or anything to stop me from opening the door and striding in there.

I know the second I smell the pussy-tinged air, the second I see the lust in her eyes, I won’t be able to stop.

“Sure,” she calls. “Just give me a sec…”

I push the door to find her wriggling under the covers, presumably pulling her pants up after she got carried away and rubbed herself so hard they started to come down. I groan and bite down to stop myself from roaring at her, from telling her to keep her hands where the fuck they are.

“Is there something you needed?” she murmurs, looking up at me from her place beneath the covers.

She sits up, causing the sheet to fall down around her hips.

She’s changed into a tank top and…

Oh, fuck.

She’s not wearing a bra. The cut is low and I can see gorgeous thick veins moving across her curvaceous breasts, with her juicy pert nipples poking through the fabric, as though she’s silently begging for me to free them and start sucking on them right now.

My cock hurts, it’s so damn hard.

“There’s something I need,” I growl, even if I know it’s a mistake.

I walk over to the edge of the bed and stare down at her.

“Yes?” she whimpers.

I glare hard, my gaze burning into her, causing a flush to spread across her cheeks and down her neck, over her breasts, coloring every part of her.

This is it, my final chance to stop, to remember I’m supposed to be a professional.

But then she bites her lip, just for a second, and I can’t.

“Keep going,” I snarl.

“What?” Her eyes widen. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do, Macie. Keep. Fucking. Going.”

She tilts her head, still trying to pretend she’s got no idea what I’m hinting at, but we both know she’s lying. “Honestly. I don’t understand…”

I lean down and stare directly into her eyes, and then I slowly move my hand over to the covers.

I peel them back, waiting for her to say no, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but she stares at me as though she’s in a dream, as though she can’t believe this is happening.

She looks so innocent and vulnerable and ready to do whatever the fuck I tell her to do.

“If you don’t understand,” I snarl, “then why is that sweet pussy so wet?”

She gasps as I slide my hand up her thigh, clamping it down on the heat of her pussy.

I was right.

She’s soaked through the fabric of her PJ bottoms, my fingers deliciously wet, the air tangy with the scent of her needy hole.

She bites her lip as I start to rub her, her eyelids fluttering.

“You were close, weren’t you, you horny fucking thing?”

“Yes, yes,” she moans, bucking her hips like she can’t help herself like something else has taken over. “Oh, God. Am I dreaming?”

“Does it feel like you’re fucking dreaming?”

I rub her precious pussy faster, and then slip my other hand down her tank top and start palming her big juicy breasts. Fuck, they feel as voluptuous and perfect as I knew they would, her nipples perking up, even more, when I slide my palm across them, moving from one breast to the other.

“I need to taste your pussy,” I snarl. “On the covers. Now. Macie. Now.”

I know I need to restrain the beast inside of me a little, but being so close to her sex-scented body is driving the animal within me crazy, making it difficult to focus on anything except her.

She wriggles onto the covers as I fall to my knees, reaching up and grabbing her pants.

I yank down her pants and panties in one savage pull, pushing her thighs apart and burying my hands in her thick luscious flesh, framing her young pussy. It glistens with her wetness, her hole a vivid shade of pink, driving something carnal and primordial inside of me.

“Are you going to…”

“Lick your perfect pussy? Yes, I fucking am.”

“Hmm,” she moans, biting her lip, twitching against the sheets.

She’s moving as though she’s going to explode any second, as though she’s never felt anything like this before.

Maybe she does feel what I feel.

But I can’t stop to ponder that now, not when her soaked hole is right there.

“Come here,” I growl, sliding my hands around to her ass cheeks and grabbing massive handfuls of her perfect made-for-palming ass.

I pull her closer to me and then open my mouth so I can take in as much of her pussy as possible. She gasps and whimpers when I press my mouth against her, darting my tongue around so I can taste the juiciness on her lips and feel how much her clit throbs with urgency.

“You need this,” I snarl. “I can feel how badly your body wants it.”

“Yes, yes,” she gasps, wriggling against me. “But…”

She trails off. I look up between her thighs, over her heaving gorgeous breasts, to find her staring down at me biting her lip in that way that drives me feral.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I…” She shivers, reverberations moving through her, lust mixed with uncertainty that stabs me deep when I think about something wrecking this moment. “I have to tell you something.”