Dr. Good by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Eleven

Macie

There’s no way this is really happening, that Miller freaking Marshall really stampeded in here and tore down my pants and my panties. I feel like I could snap awake any second, realizing I’ve fallen asleep with my hands jammed between my legs and my head full of shivering fantasies.

And yet this moment is too hot with close physical contact, with the searing closeness that sets my body alight.

He gazes up at me with those intense eyes, a voice screaming inside of me to shut the heck up and let him carry on.

“Macie?” he snarls, his possessive tenor swelling in the room, seeming to fill it up until it could burst. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

The words dance on the end of my tongue. I’ve heard that expression so many times before. On the tip of my tongue. But I’ve never felt it like this, as though the words have become physical and they’re actually sizzling around my mouth.

But what if it grosses him out? What if it makes him stop?

“Nothing,” I murmur. “I can tell you…”

I trail off, embarrassment touching my features and turning me crimson, making me self-conscious that if I speak so confidently about sex he’s going to think I’m too forward.

But then I almost laugh at the thought.

Too forward?

He’s the one who marched in here and decided to make me his in the middle of the night.

“After we’re done?” he finishes for me, a wry smirk on his face.

I giggle, nodding as his fingers stroke up and down my sex, and then the giggle becomes a moan when he reaches my clit and starts to stroke with tantalizing slowness.

“Exactly,” I whimper. “That feels so freaking good.”

“Stop distracting me then.” He smirks with a glint in his eyes, a glimmer that tells me he’s going to claim me like the savage he is no matter what I say or do. “I need to taste your cream, Macie. I need you to squirt for me. Can you do that?”

My mind flits to when I masturbated over Miller, how my sheets were soaked afterward with the cascading releases, one stacked upon the other until I could barely breathe by the end of it.

“Yes,” I moan. “I think so.”

“Good girl.”

He makes a ferocious growling sound and buries his hands in my thighs, pulling me down the bed so I let out a shocked yelp. He snarls and brings his face to my pussy, dragging his tongue up one lip and then down the other.

Each sizzling movement feels like it’s setting parts of me on fire, like he’s blazing through me with the heat of possession, like he’s trying to wordlessly tell me I’m his and I always will be.

I need to remember not to get ahead of myself, but my crazy thoughts are whirring with even more madness now that his tongue is pushed against my clit.

He was right before when he said I was close when he barged in here.

I was so close, and now he’s driving me even closer to the edge until the idea of letting go and falling into an earth-shattering orgasm seems like the most heavenly thing in the world.

He slides his hand around my hip and massages my ass as he licks me faster, his tongue flickering against my clit, side to side and up and down, as though he’s gorging himself on my pussy.

He groans in time with my whimpers and moans, taking pleasure from giving it, feasting as he snarls and moves his whole head up and down. He consumes my pussy, owns my clit as he sucks it onto his mouth, and attacks it with his powerful tongue.

I gasp and shift against him, driving my hips in time with his motions.

“That’s it,” he rumbles, his voice muffled. “Fucking show me how badly you want it.”

“Ah, ah,” I cry, not even sure what I was trying to say as more waves of euphoria pulse through me, a heat growing inside my belly, expanding like a star about to explode.

He roars against my pussy, his boiling breath painting my lips and my clit, and then he moves his tongue down to my hole and slides inside of me.

I gasp as my hole widens under the path his tongue takes, driving up and up until his lips are pressed against my pussy, his tongue buried as deeply inside of me as he can get.

He moves it in intoxicating circles, swirling around my tight hole, causing flares of starlight and heat to quiver and shift around me.

My legs start to quiver, my whole body vibrating, as moans escape from my lips.

They’re the sort of moans I’d never imagine myself having the confidence to throw into the air, but with Miller, it’s like I can somehow let go like I don’t have to be caged inside my own mind. In my fantasies I’ve imagined crying out like this, shifting my hips like this, but I never dreamed I’d have the confidence to do it.

But it’s not even confidence.

It’s more like Miller is blotting out my thoughts with his powerful tongue, making it impossible for me to think of anything except for his need to give me pleasure, to taste me.

He withdraws his tongue from me and returns to my clit, moving around it with powerful circles, brushing against it, and then taking it in his mouth again.

Everything inside of me hones down to that one point of pleasure, that one pulsing place of near-release, as my legs vibrate so much I feel like I might fall off the freaking bed.

But his hands buried greedily in my ass would make that impossible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The pressure suddenly releases and wetness seeps out of my hole, squirting all over his face as my belly tightens and my womb – that deep-inside place that keeps urging me to give in to these crazed fantasies – sends out shivering pulsations of ecstasy.

I find myself clamping my thighs around his face, trapping him against me, even if the idea of doing something so forward would seem ridiculous to me before.

But with this heart-hammering orgasm pounding through me, everything feels possible.

Maybe Miller really does feel the same as me.

Maybe he wants me as badly as I want him.

I throw my head back and let out a scream, my whole body tense, my screams turning strangled and almost silent as I twist and whimper on the end of his dominating tongue.

The orgasm begins to quiet down slowly, but not before it throws tremors through me, aftershocks of release that cause my toes to curl and my skin to tingle like I could turn to freaking stardust at any second.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my body going lax as I fall onto the bed. “Fuck, Miller. That was… I can’t believe… that was unreal.”

It seems like the best way to describe it because that’s how it feels.

Unreal.

Like it didn’t really happen.

“I need something from you,” Miller snarls. “Before I really claim that hot tight hole of yours.”

“What?” I whisper, turning to him as he climbs onto the bed.

He lowers himself so we are face to face, gazing at me with animal hunger in his eyes.

“I need you to taste your perfect fucking cream. Can you do that for me?”

“What do you mean?”

He smirks, leaning down as he brings his lips toward mine.

“Are you serious?” I whisper.

He laughs savagely and smooths his hand up my leg, slipping his finger inside of me and moving it in maddening circles. I start writhing against him like a reflex, stunned at how fluidly he draws the pleasure out of me like we’ve been waiting for this for a long time.

He doesn’t answer my question.

Instead, he crushes me with a kiss as he takes possession of my pussy. His lips smash into mine and I open my mouth, again like it’s a reflex, as though we’re driven by a force we can’t control.

I taste myself on his lips as we kiss, our tongues clashing together, the steamy dirtiness of the act turning me on even more.

“Fuck,” he snarls, breaking off the kiss but keeping his face close to mine, our noses touching each other. “You’re such a horny young thing, aren’t you, Macie?”

“I’m horny,” I whisper, my voice shivering. “But…”

He slides his finger from me, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tense and his temples pulsing. “But what?”

Part of me wants to stop this right here, with the taste of his lips against mine and the fluttering of my pussy begging to be touched again, licked again.

But if I let this go too far, I could disappoint him.

And I don’t want to do that.

“I have to tell you something, Miller. It might change things. I don’t think it’s fair to keep it from you.”

“Okay…”

He props himself up on his elbow, his lips glistening, his eyes glimmering darkly, his moon-colored hair catching the light.

I take a deep breath, readying myself for rejection.