Page 24 of Dr. Baby Daddy

“I’ve missed maybe a handful since your first show.”

I turn around and look at him, checking for his teasing smile. When there is only sincerity shining in his eyes, I lean in and kiss him.

Our mouths move together as he grabs my hips and pulls me closer. Fire burns between us as he bites my bottom lip. His tongue flicks against mine as his fingers brush beneath the hem of my bustier.

We pull away from each other, electricity crackling between us. Desire rushes through my body as I grab my drink and down it quickly. Oliver does the same and drops money on the table before pulling me from the booth.

“Do you want to see more of the city?”

My tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip. “Take me home.”

Oliver’s eyes drag down my body before he nods and laces his fingers with mine. We leave the bar and hurry to the subway. Oliver’s hands roam my waist as we stand at one of the poles. Shivers roll through my body at every kiss he drops to my neck.

It takes too long to get home, but the moment we walk through his front door, his hands are on my body. Oliver dips his head and nips at my bottom lip as we walk backward toward his bed.

I grab the hem of his shirt as he trails kisses down my neck. Moans fill the room as he nips at my pulse while I pull his shirtup his body. Oliver pulls away long enough to whip his shirt over his head before his mouth is back on my skin.

His fingers move quickly over the clasps for my bustier, snapping it open. The fabric slides down my arms and to the floor. His rough palms skate over my skin and drag my slacks and panties down my body.

“Damn, you’re stunning.” He stands back and scrubs a hand over his jaw. His hands drop to his pants, and the rest of his clothing hits the floor.

His cock bobs free as he stalks toward me. My heart skips a beat as Oliver loops his arms around my waist and picks me up. He groans as he spins us and pins me against the wall.

I writhe against him, the head of his cock brushing against my pussy. His tongue sweeps against mine as his hands cup my breasts.

As his thumbs drift across my nipples, teasing them into stiffened peaks, I arch my back. The tip of his cock sinks into me as he rolls his hips.

I moan and claw at his back, my nails digging into his skin. “More. Please. I need more.”

Oliver chuckles, dragging his teeth against one nipple and then the other. He nips and sucks his way back up to my neck. My pulse pounds beneath his lips as I dig my heels into his back.

“Please.” I roll my hips, trying to take him deeper.

He pulls out of me completely, setting me back on the ground. I rake my nails down his chest before pushing past him. My hips sway as I walk to the bed, taking my time and giving him a show.

His groan is music to my ears as I get on all fours and crawl up the bed to the pillows. “Are you trying to kill me, Izzy?”

I sit down on the bed and lean back against the pillows, my feet pressed into the mattress as I spread my legs wide. “I don’t know. What would trying to kill you look like?”

Oliver strides to the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock. He strokes his hardened length as my fingers dip between my legs. I tease my clit with light touches as he brushes the head of his cock with his thumb.

His gaze is glued to my fingers. “That right there would be trying to kill me.”

“Then I suppose you should try to do something about it.”

“Try?” He chuckles as he climbs onto the bed and fits himself between my legs. “I seem to remember you love it when my tongue is buried deep in your pussy.”

I gasp as he slides his tongue along my center. He sucks on my clit as he presses one hand against my lower stomach, keeping me pinned to the bed.

Oliver slides two fingers into me, massaging my inner walls as his tongue keeps flicking my clit. I moan, rolling my hips and trying to take his fingers deeper. He chuckles and sucks on my clit, his fingers rocking faster.

When I’m on the edge of an orgasm, he kisses his way up my body, his fingers slowing. I drag my nails down his back, his groan only making me more turned on.

His cock slides against my slick pussy as he kisses me. The kiss is soft and unhurried. I hook one leg around his waist, trying toget him to thrust into me. Oliver smirks and pulls out of the kiss to flip us over.

“Ride my cock, Izzy.”

I’m dripping wet as I straddle his hips and plant my hands on his chest. I hover above him, rocking my pussy against the tip of his cock. He growls and grabs my hips, pulling me down onto him.