Chapter 40 The Hot Doctor's Touch (3)

Then he straightened up, his eyes dark and hungry, and I watched, breathless, as he tugged at his trousers. The zipper came down, and he shoved them past his hips, freeing his dick. My mouth watered. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking himself slow and firm, and I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t long—average, maybe—but God, it was thick. So thick I could already imagine how it’d stretch me, fill me up just right. The girth was perfect, heavy and solid in his grip, and I clenched around nothing, aching for it. “Gotta wrap this up for you,” he said, his voice husky as he reached over to one of the drawers, yanking it open. He pulled out a condom, tore the packet with his teeth, and rolled it on with a practiced ease that made my pussy throb even harder. I lay there, legs spread, waiting, wanting—needing—his dick inside me. “Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good around me,” he muttered, giving himself one last stroke before stepping between my thighs.