Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Troubled.
Upset.
Angry.
I see it all flash across her face before she masks it away, giving me her flirtiest smile. With confidence, she struts over to me and grabs onto either side of my stethoscope hanging around my neck.
“Wanna play doctor, Dr. Dan?”
No. I want to know what the fuck is wrong with her.
“Lauren—”
She presses her palm to my mouth, her eyes closing briefly. “I just need you. Right now. Can you give that to me, Daniel? Please? I promise, you can play real doctor in five minutes. But right now, I need the dirty, filthy you. I need to forget about my life and focus on us.”
I grip her wrist and pull her hand from my mouth. “Five minutes. It’s like you don’t even know me. I’ll need at least seven minutes.”
This makes her laugh and it’s so fucking pretty.
“Thank you,” she says. “Now close the door. Lock it too. We don’t need any naughty nurses peeking in on your sexy doctor ass.”
I close the door and lock it. “Any more demands, angel?”
“Sit down in your chair. I want to fuck you on it.”
My dick is hard and threatening to rip through my scrubs. I pull out my keys and toss them to her. “My wallet is in that cabinet. Grab us a condom.”
I sit down in my chair and stalk her with my eyes as she sashays over to the cabinet. She looks over her shoulder at me, teasing me as she lifts her dress some. Then, she turns back to her task of finding my wallet. Once she has the condom, she prances over to me, standing between my spread thighs.
“Open your mouth,” she instructs.
I part my lips. She makes me hold the condom between my teeth. My brow arches as if to ask, “What’s next?”
“First,” she purrs, like she’s giving me a lesson. “I’m going to need you to get me nice and wet, Dr. Dan.”
She lifts her leg and rests her foot on the armrest of my chair. Her dress hides what’s beneath. I give her a wicked grin as I pull the condom from my mouth.
“I’m going to need my mouth,” I say as I toss the condom on the desk. “You just stay there like a good girl. I’ll take care of you, honey.”
I lift her dress and groan to discover she isn’t wearing panties. Letting the dress fall over my head, hiding me, I seek out her cunt that smells delicious with her arousal. She lets out a small moan when I tease along her slit with the tip of my finger, reveling in the wet evidence I find there. Back and forth. Back and forth. I rub at her, slowly and expertly, until she’s trembling. And I haven’t even touched her clit yet.
Something’s wrong and she’s upset, but we’ll get to that. I just want to gift her a few minutes of escape. Of peace. Of us. For now, I want to make her forget. Flicking my tongue out, I tease at her tiny nub between her pussy lips. Her breath is sharp and she grips onto my hair, messing it up.
“Oh, God,” she breathes.
I smile and then suck on her clit. My finger slides easily inside her tight depths. Slowly, I fingerfuck the girl of my dreams as she dances on my tongue. If it were up to me, I’d keep her on the edge of pleasure forever, suspended in a time where everything in our world is paused and perfect. But her body, per usual, does as it wants. She explodes with a loud whimper, her body trembling with release.
Pulling out from under her dress, I slip my finger from her and then flash her an innocent grin. “Having fun up there?”
Her cheeks are pink and she seems dazed. “It’d be more fun down there.”
“Put a condom on me, angel, and you can have all the fun you want.”
She picks up the condom as I pull my scrubs down enough to free my cock. It juts proudly at her, waiting for attention. Her smirk is nearly my undoing as she rips open the foil packet. With dainty, but sure hands, she rolls the condom down my length. Brown eyes find mine and lock there as she climbs on my lap, straddling me. She reaches under her dress to find my cock. We both hiss out when she sinks down over my length, fully seating herself on me.
Then she crumbles.
My strong, beautiful girl breaks apart.
I hold her to me as she cries against my neck. Every cell inside my body explodes with dread. Gently, I stroke her soft blond hair and offer caresses meant to soothe the girl I love.
And I do love her.
Wildly and without regret.
When love feels limited, it rushes out fast and hard like a damn geyser. Powerful and unstoppable. But geysers eventually stop. And that’s what scares me.