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Spencer and I did his errands in the morning before returning to his house for brunch. Spencer opened his fridge door and looked for something to heat up or make for us. He didn't seem successful, so as he closed the door I walked up behind him and loosely snaked my arms around him. He looked over his shoulder at me; we smirked at each other while I unbuttoned his shirt. I kissed the parts of his neck I could reach before I gripped his biceps and stood as much on my toes as I could. I playfully nibbled on his earlobe and then ran my fingertips from his chest to the waistband of his pants. I kissed his ear and whispered, "I completely respect your need for food, but if you'd like to engage in a sexual act with me—"

Spencer somehow stepped away from me and turned around to face me. He squeezed me to him; I could feel his growing erection against my lower abdomen as he pressed against me. I let out a soft sigh and loosely wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I lightly ran my fingernails on my right hand up and down the back of his neck while he walked us toward his counter. He kissed me slowly and deeply while cupping my ass and lifting me toward his hardened dick. I groaned against his lips then pulled away to look up at him. I locked gazes with him while I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I kissed him, hard, for a quick second, before I pulled down his pants and slipped my fingers between him and his boxer briefs, but he stopped me. He took my hands away from him and said, "Hop on to the counter."

I looked at him with a grin and then jumped up and wiggled onto the counter. Spencer kissed my neck while working my pants off of me. He chuckled and then said, "Do you not like to wear underwear or—?"

"I don't have time for any bullshit."

Spencer laughed but still tossed my pants to the side. His kissed jumped from my neck, to my collarbone, to my belly and down my inner thighs. I started to squirm against his hot breath and whimpered. I said in a quiet, husky voice, "You're driving me crazy."

"Good," he breathed and wrapped his arms around my legs. He suddenly pulled me up to meet his mouth, forcing my body into a forty-five degree angle. I used my arms to support this awkward position, but quickly forgot to feel the strain in my muscles as Spencer rolled my sensitive lips gently between his teeth. Soft moans fluttered out of me. Spencer nibbled, licked and sucked my outer lips then moved on to my inner lips. He licked around my clit and dripping entrance, purposefully teasing me. I tried to grind against him, but Spencer held me at a deliberate distance, so I whimpered out, "Please Spencer! Please—oh! Ohhh!"

He suddenly darted his tongue straight into my pussy. I cried out as he pulled me closer to him. He suddenly buried his face in me, steadily tongue-fucking me while somehow engulfing my clit. I started to shout out and tried to fuck him back. He held me tightly and continued eating me while I came, practically screaming the whole, wonderful time. Spencer slowly put me back onto the counter, his mouth glistening from my juices. "Oh," I panted, trying to catch my breath. I slowly sat up again and leaned into him. I tried to slide off the counter, but Spencer stopped me. I looked up at him and his said softly, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but—"

I, once again, wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "Baby, let me reciprocate."

Spencer kissed me. "I just want to fuck you. Right here. Right now."

I melted against him, "Oh please do."

Spencer pulled down his boxer-briefs while I took off my shirt and bra and laid back, resting my body again on the strength of my arms. Spencer pulled me close to him. I wrapped my legs around him while he pressed the head of hard, throbbing cock into my soaked pussy. I rolled my head back and moaned softly at the feeling of his thick dick filling me. "Oh God, ooh, oooh Spencer…" Despite the fact that we just had sex the night before, his thick dick felt so incredibly good, as if the first time I felt the joys of sex.

Spencer slid his whole self into me then closed my legs. I followed his motions and gently twisted my hips and legs to the side. He leaned down, wrapped his right arm around my waist and wrapped his other arm around my legs. He started to arch into his thrusts while rocking me back and forth with his new motions. I moaned out his name, but he suddenly said, "Call me doctor."

I grinned up at him and locked my bedroom eyes with his lustful eyes. I kept my left arm where it was to help with the balance of this position and used my right hand to run my fingertips up and down his left arm and his chest and neck. He groaned while I said, between moans, just how good it felt to have a doctor fucking me so well. He let go of my waist, leaned further into me, buried his face in my neck and used his newly free arm as support. He tightened his hold on my legs while pulling me back and forth. I did my best to fuck him back, but with minimal leverage, all I could do was moan into his ear.

He breathed heavily and then said, "Talk dirty to me."

I giggled and groaned, "When did you come out of your shell?"

He laughed into and nibbled beneath my ear.

"Oooooh, Doctor Reid," I kissed him quickly then continued, "You're so big—you feel sooo good."

"What feels good?" he groaned into my ear.

"Ahh, ooh," I started to pant, feeling my second wave of orgasms becoming close, "You're so big!" I squeaked, "You fill me up—Doc-Doctor!"

Spencer suddenly stood up and tightly held me legs and lower back. He pulled me to him while roughly fucking me. I couldn't do anything but moan and shout for him. His thrusts became wild; he rolled his hips into me, forcing his cock to rub my sensitive walls and all their sweet spots. I started screaming as his new motions made me almost violently cum and squirt. Spencer's groans became louder and deeper as he erratically thrusted his way into a loud, long load; he thrusted into me a few more times as he shot his hot load deep into me. The pleasure jerked me up; I wrapped my arms tightly around him and shuddered against his body.

We whined down with me resting on top of the counter, and him resting on top of me. We sloppily kissed as he slowly slid his dick out of me. I groaned, both out of sensitive, heightened pleasure, and at feeling his thick dick leaving my tight pussy. With pleasurable soreness, we slid off his kitchen counter and made our way to his master shower. He stood behind me and rinsed my torso of sweat and soap while rubbing my clit with his thumb and fingering my already satisfied pussy. The pleasurable motions made me moan and wiggle against his hardening dick. He kissed my neck, eliciting a dirty talk version of incoherent rambles.

"Say that again," He grunted into my right ear, the wet scruff of a freshly growing beard scratching my neck.

"Say what?" I panted.

He rolled his hips and rubbed his dick against my firm, bubble butt. "What you just said, your secret fantasy."

I tried not to crumble as he slid a second finger into me. I wracked my brain then blushed.

"Say it again, baby."

"I…" I leaned against him and rolled my hips into his fingers. "I want you to…"

"To what?" His fingering of my pussy and clit became faster.

"Ahhh!" I felt my third wave of orgasms quickly building, "Oh baby—Spencer—Doctor! Doctor! I want you to fuck my ass!"

Who was this new, alpha-male Spencer? He slid his throbbing dick between my buttocks and thrusted up, as if to jerk himself off. I came hard on his hand and tried to not fall over while shuddering and moaning. "Fuck my ass! We'll by some fucking lube! I want to feel your fat cock in my ass!"

Spencer groaned as he came. We barely balanced against the wall in front of me. We pressed against it as he came and continued to finger me. I cried out and squirmed as I quickly came again and again until I eventually fell from a buckling of my knees. Spencer stumbled back and landed in a sitting position on the side of the shower that has the edges of the tub. I panted and eventually made my way back onto my feet. Weakly, I took a real shower, then quickly got dressed, wrapped my damp hair in a towel, and fell in and out of sleep on Spencer's bed. Spencer took his own real shower, got dressed, and then spooned me. I hugged the arm he wrapped around me and whispered, "Let's get dinner then some KY when we wake."

Spencer laughed and then agreed.