Alpha Billionaire Series
Doctor Daddy Chapter 12

BROOKE

Mark looked so tired when he came in. Sexy, but tired. When he went to change, I decided that if it came down to him or dinner, I wanted him.

I'spent a little too much time talking myself into it in the bathroom. I hadn't expected him to already be in the kitchen. I certainly hadn't meant for him to burn himself.

He grabbed me before I even made it to his bedroom.

He pressed me against the wall, crushing his muscular body to mine.

He didn't say much, he just growled low in his throat and kissed me like I hadn't been kissed before. I guess the desire between us was mutual. After a few days of flirting, I was done playing games. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me too. Why keep dancing around the subject?

His leg braced between my legs as he continued to devour my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, and over his shoulders.

He captured my wrists and holding them in one hand pressed my arms over my head. He cupped one b****t in a powerful hand, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb.

I rocked my hips against his strong thigh, the rough denim of his jeans a sexy contrast against my sensitive skin.

“What are you doing to me?”

He was the one doing the things, the wonderful sexy things to my body. I didn't understand what he was accusing me of. “Make love to me,” I pleaded. I was desperate for more of his touch.

He could take me here, standing in the hall, I didn't care as long as he claimed my body.

He seemed to struggle, did he let go of his hold on me long enough to make up for the few more steps to his bedroom, or did he keep doing what he was doing in the hallway?

With a grow, he tore himself away from me. His hand still bound my wrists as he dragged me into his room. I was down on the bed and Mark pressed into me. His hands were everywhere. The apron got twisted around my neck and I tried to take it off.

“No,” he stopped my actions, taking the neck strap out of my hands. He kneeled above me and untied the straps. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, his brows were tight with concentration. He lowered the bib portion of the apron, exposing my breasts fully to his view.

He sighed and licked his lips. I arched my rib cage, pushing my breasts up, showing them off, pleading with my body for him to take them, touch them. I wanted his mouth on me, sucking my nipples. I wanted the thrill of his fingers pinching me with such force I found ecstasy in the pain.

He leaned back and twisted the apron to finish untying it. He tossed it across the room, and I lay bare to his gaze.

“Fuck, Brooke, you are beautiful”

I felt beautiful the way he looked at me. His gaze was full of lust and appreciation. I was what he wanted. Me with my big breasts and full hips and soft middle. His gaze was like a caress, his hands followed after providing actual touch. He touche me, felt my skin, and gripped my softness.

He pulled his tee off and then lowered back to me and wrapped me in his embrace, crushing me against his chest. Skin to skin, he was warm. His chest was firm with muscle. His skin felt like smooth silk, and the hairs on his chest teased my nipple with crisp perfection.

As his kisses trailed over my neck, I couldn't think of anything beyond how amazing he felt, and how he made me feel so much. There were no thoughts beyond our bodies touching, his mouth on my neck, his teeth scraping my skin.

He braced one breast so that he had perfect access to the nipple he had sucked into a hard peak. His other hand kneaded my thigh, my hip. He caressed my belly between our bodies.

“You are so wet.”

I whimpered as he cupped my sex.

I needed him, needed him touching me the way he was.

His fingers slipped between my folds and targeted directly to my clit.

I bucked against his hand. His magical hand. Shock waves with promises of things to come ricocheted around my body.

He toyed with me, stroking, circling, dipping into my depths. His mouth left my b****t, and he worked his way down my body I ached for him.

“Doctor Mark," I pleaded. I needed him inside me. I needed him to release me from this exquisite t*****e.

His tongue on my clit was pure electricity. My hips levitated from the bed. He sank his fingers into me and sucked on my clit. Ihad never felt anything quite so agonizingly perfect.

I whimpered. I couldn't form thoughts; I couldn't form words. It was all I could do to breathe and take what he was doing to my body.

I didn’t want it to end, not ever. Even while I rocked my hips against his tantalizing tongue, and begged for more, needing him to drive into me hard to make me come all over his face, I didn't want this to end. It was the dichotomy of sexual desire. I longed for the release he pushed me toward while I honestly never wanted to reach that point because then all of this would end.

He released me with a gasp as if it was something he was reluctant to do. “Do you want to orgasm on my tongue or my cock? Looking down my body into his eyes was sheer bliss. His thumb continued to run circles around my c**t as he ran his fingers in and out. Oh, Jesus, that was hot, so hot.

“Both,” I panted. “I'm close.”

“I can tell!

His arrogant attitude and confident performance were almost too much to handle. I was already starting to twitch. I could feel my inner walls pulsing in time to his fingers. He sucked me back in.

I cried out. He thrust in harder, and I let myself go to all the sensations.

I pounded my fists against the mattress as the orgasm shot through my body. He sucked it out of me, leaving me weak and limp.

I didn’t want it to end. One final lick and he pulled away. I watched as he finally kicked out of his jeans. He was built like a Greek statue. Perfect, sculpted, gorgeous.

I remembered how his c**k had felt, and it was as lovely to look at as it had been to be taken by it. He stepped over to his side table and pulled out a condom.

Ilet my knees fall open as he climbed back onto the bed. I was ready, I was still needy. I was his to do with as he pleased. He climbed between my legs and lifted one leg up to his shoulder. Kneeling like that he shifted until my butt was braced against his thighs. I had to press against the mattress with one foot still on the bed. He grabbed my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and drove into me.

I gasped. I don't know if it was the shock of having him deep inside, the angle, or both. He filled me hard and suddenly. I could feel his heat and it was perfect. He pulled against my hips as he slammed into me again.

The bed knocked against the wall, and I couldn't stop the keening sounds that escaped my throat with each thrust. Mark growled and grunted as he lifted my ass with his thighs with each levered lift and thrust. We crashed into each other, harder and faster.

Another orgasm ripped through me. I had to fight to maintain enough focus to keep up the rhythmic meeting of our bodies. couldn't do it. I was overwhelmed with sensation. My cries blended with another high-pitched wail. I grabbed onto the muscles of his arms and held on as he continued to drive hard into me in search of his own release.

He roared like a feral beast and pounded even hard and faster until his motions became erratic, jerky.

He let go of my hips but didn't manage to move otherwise.

There was a continuous screeching noise that wasn't coming from either of us or the traumatized bed frame.

“What the fuck is that noise?” I was too depleted to move to do anything more than cover my ears.

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Mark was off the bed and out the door.

I pulled his T-shirt on, it fit snug over my boobs, but hung low enough to cover the bits, and followed him.

The kitchen was full of smoke.

He was on his phone. “Yeah, burned dinner. Okay."

He turned to me. “Go put some clothes on; the fire department is already on their way."

He opened the back door off the kitchen. And headed back up to his bedroom.

My clothes were in the downstairs bathroom. I didn't want to put clothes on just yet. My skin was still sensitized to his touch My p**y still clenched with vestiges of leftover orgasmic delight.

When I returned to the kitchen, Mark was just closing the front door. I had missed the fire department's brief visit to ensure all was good.

“I thought that was just your smoke detector, who called the fire department?”

“I have an alarm company.”

“Wait, they don’t see what's on your ring cam, right?" I panicked thinking that with my intention of flashing Mark, I had flashed my n****e at some alarm monitor center flunky.

He chuckled. “No, that just goes to my phone or my backup recording system. Thanks for reminding me. I <0 today's tape. By the way, we burned dinner."

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