Page 31 of Baby Daddy
CHAPTER 16
Drake
“How’s my new patient doing?” she asks, her voice cheery.
Nurse Dee. I sit up and soak her in. Fuck. She looks so unbelievably sexy in that little white nurse’s uniform that stops mid thigh just above her fishnet stockings and that cute cap with the Red Cross that holds back her lustrous hair. My cock aches at the sight of her.
“My head is still killing me,” I lie. Well kind of. It’s the head of my cock that’s throbbing, not the one above my shoulders.
“Poor baby,” she pouts with those luscious glossed lips. “It’s time for your cherry medicine.”
“Will it make me feel all better?”
“All better,” she purrs as she gets on the bed and straddles me, her knees bent up. My eyes get a glimpse of what’s between her legs. Holy shit. She’s not wearing panties. My temperature shoots up.
I watch as she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a ripe cherry. Her tongue runs sensuously around it, moistening and warming it. Then, she puts the shimmering fruit between her legs and rubs it on her pussy.
“Drake, you look feverish,” she says with concern, palming my forehead with her free hand. “Oh my God, you are hot!”
She’s not kidding. I’m on fire. Burning up with desire. My temperature soars as she hikes the skirt of her uniform above her hips and spreads her legs further, fully exposing her glistening pink pussy.
“Be a good boy, Drake, and take your medicine.”
On my next heated breath, I go down on her, burying my face in her sweet, cherrylicious pussy. My tongue sweeps across her slick folds, then flicks and licks her pretty little clit. Her moans fill my ears. They grow louder, more savage, and I love that she can’t manage words. I work my tongue more vigorously, arousing her further, her ass lifting, her hips bucking with madness as I suck her off. Her fingers clench my hair as she rides my face to ecstasy.
“Oh, Drake,” she cries out, finally finding her voice, “You’re an exceptional patient. I’m going to come.”
Yeah, baby, if you’re happy and you know it, come for me. On my mouth. On my chin. On my nose. Shower me with your pleasure. With a shout of my name so loud it could wake the dead, she explodes all over my face. Her whole body shakes with endless spasms. As she rides her orgasm out, I lift her up by her ass and reposition her so that she’s sitting on my enormous cock. I rub the crown along her wet, swollen, pulsing clit, stimulating myself as I stimulate her.
“Oh, Drake. You still feel so hot. I think you need another dose of medicine.”
I do. My aching cock hungers for her. I want her so bad. Soaked with her wetness, it’s so ready for action. I’m ready to plant my seed inside her, give her another orgasm she’ll never forget. One I’ll never forget either.
“Cure me of my need, baby. Take all of me. Ride me hard.”
Her breathing labored, she circles her fingers around my thick length as I help her guide it deep inside her. Her warm pussy walls expand to accommodate my size and I thrust into her with a grunt, hitting her soft womb. She groans. God, she feels so fucking good. So hot! So wet! So tight! Gripping her hips, I begin to pump into her. Harder. Faster. It feels so fucking amazing. Did anyone ever say that a good fuck is the best medicine? Well if they didn’t, I’m saying it now. My balls tighten, my cock readies for the inevitable…
And then…
“I’m home,” a little voice in my head cried out.
But it wasn’t mine. Snapping my eyes open, I abruptly awoke from my dream as the double click of a door unlocking sounded in my ears. Confused, I bolted to a sitting position, my eyes shifting to the door as I remembered where I was and what had transpired last night. Shit. Was that motherfucker Kyle back? Jumping off the couch, dressed only in my boxer briefs, I eyed the empty wine bottle Dee and I had shared and grabbed it. My heart thudding, I strode to the door and yanked it open, ready to strike. I froze and my eyes grew wide. A smile as bright as sunshine greeted me.
“Hi, Drake! Did you do a sleepover with my mommy?”
Tyson! Dee’s little girl. And next to her was an attractive African-American woman in her thirties whose suspicious eyes gave me the once over before bugging out.
“Oh, Lordy!” The woman fanned herself as I lowered my arm holding the bottle. “And you are…”
“Mommy’s new friend,” chirped Tyson before I could get a word out.
“Hi,” I said with a sheepish smile that I could only hope masked my embarrassment.
“You are one fine man.”
Mortification raced through me as Tyson thanked the woman for letting her have a sleepover with her daughter.
The woman, still flustered, said goodbye to Tyson and hurried to her car. As she drove off, Tyson’s sparkling blue eyes met mine and she began to giggle.