Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3) by D.D. Parker Page B

coming back to hover over me.
    His dark black Calvin Klein's hugged his cock tight, revealing the throbbing outline, even darker spots marking his pre-cum, the excitement overtaking him. He pressed his rock hard bulge down onto me as his mouth gripped my neck again, his hand coming down to fondle my breast. My nipples were both hard with excitement, pointed and electric with pleasure.
    I pushed my hips up, meeting his.
    “I want you on my tongue,” he said into my neck, his breath alone causing my panties to become soaking wet. I suddenly got a flash of guilt. What if this wasn’t right?
    His tongue met mine again just as I felt his cock, the thick, hard shaft, push up against my covered mound. My nails scraped along his back, giving him what he wanted. I let go of his muscular shoulders and slid off my dark black lace, kicking it off one ankle and leaving my wetness exposed. The texture of his silky boxer briefs felt like heaven pushed up against my soaked mound, his excitement parting my lips through his underwear.
    I moaned. Pushing away the guilt. Giving myself to the gorgeous man who was now kissing my inner thigh, his lips grazing my flesh, teasing me with pleasure. I thrust upwards, wanting him to take me. I had to have him slide his tongue in me.
    His searing blue eyes met mine as lips met my throbbing clit. He tongued me, applying the perfect amount of pressure that sent me teetering towards the edge. I gyrated forward, rocking into his face, grabbing onto the armrest and letting my eyes roll back, following a beam of red light mixed with dull green. The music from outside blared in through the door. It all felt like it was in slow motion.
    My free hand found itself tangled in Alexander’s hair as I moaned upwards towards the sky. His finger teased me as his tongue explored me. In one swift motion, he was inside me, curling his finger upwards and making me see stars. He palmed my pussy with a deep finger inside me, pushing me.  
    “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled into me. His accent making me feel like my body was on fire. I was so turned on, more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I met his quick thrusts of his palm with my rolling hips, and before I knew it, I let out a loud yell and threw my head back, losing myself in the music to the rocking orgasm that rolled through me. Waves of pleasure. My body felt like it was tossed into a hurricane of ecstasy as I climaxed onto Alexander’s devouring lips, his thick finger. I spasmed, my body losing control with each tremble that overtook me, my legs convulsing involuntarily.
    Alexander grinned, I could feel him grin between my thighs, knowing he conquered me. He kissed my thighs again and brought himself up to my neck, rubbing my tender and pointed nipple through my dress.  
    “Take this off. I want to see you. Tudo de você.” The last bit. It sounded like Portuguese, the song-like quality making me dance up off the couch. I slipped out of the dress and let Alexander reach around to unclasp my bra, releasing my aching breasts. Alexander took no time at all to find my nipple in his mouth, rolling it in his teeth. I felt my body respond with more shockwaves, if that was even possible.
    “I want you.”
    “I fucking need you.”
    He growled each statement as fact.
    “Spread your thighs.” His hands parted me with his command. Something about his tone sent shivers of pleasure, the psychological game now coming into play. Alexander was used to be in power, controlling people in the room. It’s what he had just done outside. It’s what he was doing now.
    I felt myself give him control. Give him my guilt. My worries. I shed all of that as Alexander spread my legs wide, running a finger down my wetness. He pulled his Calvin’s down and released his throbbing cock. It was thick, pulsing and dripping with his excitement. He stroked it, spreading the wetness of his pre-crum down the shaft and bringing it to my aching mound.
    His pushed his hips