The Doctor Read Online Nikki Sloane (Nashville Neighborhood #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nashville Neighborhood Series by Nikki Sloane
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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He lifted the finger and slipped it into my mouth, allowing me to suck on it.

I nearly came from his simple action. He matched the sluggish pace of his body moving inside me with the pulse of his finger pushing in and out of my mouth. I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks, and simulated going down on him.

“Fuck,” he moaned. His lips landed on the nape of my neck, ghosting damp kisses. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”

Heat flashed through me as a jolt of electric current. I was doing it. Letting Greg have me in a way no one else had. The connection between us grew stronger and more intense with every breath we took together.

“How did you do it?” he asked and continued before I could question him. “How’d you get yourself off tonight?” His right hand slid between me and the sheets beneath my stomach, coursing further down until his searching fingertips found my aching pussy and stirred. “Like this?”

The buzz he created in my body was so loud, it was deafening. A moan poured from my mouth, and his cock, lodged deep within me, throbbed with my sound of approval. He rubbed faster, generating more friction.

Tension coiled in my belly. My breath came faster and faster, so hard I could barely keep up. My heart pounded in overdrive. I was going to fly apart—his swirling hand was the devil. I couldn’t resist, even if I tried.

“Jesus, Cassidy.” The long strokes he gave began to pick up in pace. “You make me feel like I’m twenty goddamn years old.” His finger withdrew from my mouth, and he pushed my hair back over my shoulder, out of his way. The scruff of his short beard chafed against my neck. “I can’t get enough of you. Tell me what you thought about.”

“You,” I said. “Fucking me.”

His tone had a hint of teasing and a lot of smugness. “That’s all?”

My defenses were down, and I wasn’t worried about judgment, and still my face heated. “The first time, yeah.”

“And the second?”

I rolled my hips, moving with his fingers. His touch was enough of a distraction, I didn’t hold back the truth. “That Preston walked in on us.”

Greg tensed, and just the hesitation in his body was enough to make me want to die of shame. Why the hell had I admitted it? Worse, why the hell had my twisted mind thought it up in the first place?

But the fingers touching my clit flexed and resumed their task, and I bit down on my bottom lip. He began to move again, only this time his slow, deep thrusts felt darker. Dirtier, more carnal. His voice was gravel. “Yeah? What did he do?”

“He . . . watched.”

His cock jerked, and a grunt came from Greg. It sounded like my statement had turned him on. I should have guessed it would. We seemed so evenly matched in the bedroom. My fantasies were his too. He lowered down until his firm chest pressed against my back. “What’d he see?”

God, that question was corrupt, right along with my answer. “He saw your head between my legs. Going down on me until I begged you to fuck me. And when you did, he watched you do what he never could.”

Greg froze a second time, only this wasn’t in hesitation. From the pulsing motion of his cock, I could tell this was caution. He’d gotten extremely close to losing it. His fingers worked furiously between my legs, urgent. “Shit, I need you to come. Are you close?”

I swallowed a huge gulp of air, nodded, and my vision narrowed. My legs shook uncontrollably as he pistoned his body over mine, sawing his thick, hard dick in and out of my ass. Never in a million years did I think I’d end up here. Not even my fantasies tonight included this, but . . . dear God. I latched a hand around his supporting wrist and clung to him, panic welling up from within.

I was going to come, but worried it was going to be on a whole different level than I’d had before. It was inevitable, this new experience, yet I was a little terrified of what was going to happen. He’d delayed the orgasm so long. Would I scream? Would I do something embarrassing?

I jammed my hand in between my body and the bed, fumbling toward his expert fingers to slow him down and control the pace, but I was much too late. My climax hit me like a gunshot and ricocheted through my body, burning a thousand degrees. A desperate cry burst from my lips as pleasure flooded my core. It was followed by spiderwebbing tendrils of satisfaction, sweeping along my limbs as I convulsed beneath the crush of his strong body.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Yes.”

And then the muscles in his chest went rigid. His body locked up for a half-second and began to shudder in mindless jerks. I could feel every throb of him as he spurted his orgasm, wave after wave. It was intense and overwhelming.


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