One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,20
my core, my voice hoarse when I cry out.
“You’re wet and so tight,” he growls, dropping his lips to my hot cheek where he just slapped. His tongue sweeps my tender flesh as he murmurs, “Fucking perfect.”
I rock back into him as his fingers pump in and out of me, and I’m so close to climax it’s insane.
Has any man ever got me this hot this fast?
Hell. Fucking. No.
My vibrator even takes longer than this.
“Do you want more?” he asks knowingly, circling my clit and causing me to cry out.
“Yes,” I moan instantly. “God, yes. I want you to spank me again and again.”
The warmth of his body moves away as he pulls my panties off, tapping my ankles for me to step out of them. “Five more times and then I need to be inside you.”
The wicked promise behind his words almost sounds better than another spanking.
Almost.
He strokes my ass, squeezing the flesh firmly in his two large hands. His deep grunts push me higher.
When his hand pulls away, I hold my breath and cry out with abandon as his slap lands right on my other cheek, stoking the most intense fire inside me that I’ve ever experienced. He swats again in rapid succession, alternating between each cheek. The fifth and final slap hits my core, sending a jolt of electricity roaring all the way to my fingers and toes as my legs collapse with my release.
He stands me up and turns me around, setting me on the bed as my foggy gaze recovers from my climax and focuses on Josh ridding himself of his slacks and black boxer briefs. If I only could’ve seen him in them for a bit longer before he ditched them.
But then I catch sight of the true star of the evening.
His cock.
Who knew Dr. Dick would have such a massive…dick?
I may have suspected it earlier today in those scrubs, but in the flesh, erect and curving up toward his belly in all its hard glory is an incredible thing.
He steps to his nightstand and opens the drawer, rummaging for a few seconds before growling expletives under his breath. “Fuck,” he exclaims and slams the drawer shut.
“We’re going to have sex, right?” I ask anxiously, nowhere near ready to end this wave of pleasure I’m riding.
He looks back at me with a pained look on his face. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“What?” I shriek, my jaw dropped. “How could you not have any condoms?”
“There are none in the drawer,” he snaps, his biceps flexing as he grips the back of his neck with both hands. “This is where I keep them.”
“How many women do you sleep with that you don’t even notice when you run out of condoms?” I stand and prop my hands on my hips.
“I don’t see how that’s any concern of yours,” he snaps. “It’s not like this is our fucking wedding night.”
“Oh, my God,” I groan, shoving him away from the nightstand to look for myself. “Trust me, Josh, when I dolled myself up tonight, you were the last man in the world I expected to sleep with. You’re a doctor. Don’t you get them for free or something?” My hands freeze as a light bulb goes off in my head. “My single girl clutch!”
“Your what?”
“My single girl clutch,” I exclaim, turning on my heel to look for something to throw on so I don’t flash his neighbors through the giant living room windows.
Swiping his dress shirt up off the floor, I toss it on, then nearly roll my ankle as I hurry down the hallway to where I left my clutch. When I return, Josh sits on the edge of the bed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He watches me curiously as I dig into the side pocket and nearly scream when my hands touch a familiar square object.
My smile is victorious as I hold it out in front of him. He frowns at the wrapper. “Mercedes Lee Loveletter?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s my friend’s pen name. She’s an erotic romance novelist, and she passes these out at book signings.”
“What kind of author passes out condoms?” He stares up at me with dubious eyes.
“The sexy kind!” I retort, moving to thrust it into his hand.
He takes it with a look of disbelief on his face. “Seriously, what does she expect is going to happen at a book signing that will require condoms?”
“Would you stop trying to rationalize this and put the damn thing on?”