"I'm not sleeping with you," she blurted out, making me clench my teeth. Despite her words, her hospital gown remained bunched up in her hands, still revealing herself to me. That's fine, Duchess. Pretend all you want. I'll play along if it gets me a little bit of you.
"Trust me, when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more." Reaching down, I ran my fingers across the soft fabric, just teasing her a bit. I felt the damp spot against my digits, and I needed More of her.
I used two fingers to pull the material aside and felt her bare skin. No pubic hair.
I bet she had it all removed. But for whom, I wondered. The thought made me intensely jealous and angry, and I couldn't hold back the low growl that left my chest.
Her eyes widened at the sound, and I gently tugged at the fabric, pulling it away from her body. I wanted to see her bare, and I wanted to mark it as mine. The thought was primal and possessive, but I didn't care. I wanted this for myself. Only mine.
She might have prepared herself for someone else, but I was definitely going to leave my mark.
"What are you doing?" Her words came out breathless, but she made no move to stop me or drop her gown.
In fact, she leaned into me a little more. She said one thing, but her body was betraying her.
I brought the fabric to my nose, smelling her sweet scent, and I let it fill my lungs.
I almost lost control when I felt the damp spot against my face. Knowing I didn't have much time before I reached my limit, I dropped the material onto my desk and freed myself from my scrubs.
"Oh, my God. You're—"
"Impressive," I finished for her. "I know."
Grabbing one of her hips, I pulled her closer to me. Using my other hand, I guided myself to her mouth. They parted easily for the head of my organ, and I found her hard little responding for attention.
"Oh, God."
"Not God, baby. Dr Davies," I corrected her as I started to move the head of my organ back and forth on her mouth. I wanted to rip the top of her gown and kiss her breasts, but it would ruin the gown, and I didn't want her walking out of here with them on display. So I gripped her hair a little tighter, keeping my hand in place.
"What are you doing to me?" Her eyes looked glassy, her pupils dilated. She was so incredibly aroused, the scent of her desire filled the room. Her sweet juices coated my fingers , showing me how much she wanted this too. Her body was pleading for release.
It took everything in me not to say, "Pleasuring you, which is now mine." Instead, I went with, "Collecting the bill with your body."
She moaned, dropping her head back, her hair brushing my fingers that were gripping her hip.
She looked so young and pure, like she'd never known this kind of intense pleasure before. Damn.
"Please tell me you're of age," I growled. I wasn't sure if I could pull away if she told me she was underage. It might just be worth the risk.
"Twenty-one," she mumbled, lost in the pleasure. Thank goodness. I didn't know what I would have done. I was sure there wasn't a thing that could pull her from me in this moment.
"You like this?" I asked, picking up speed, rubbing in her mouth in and out with the head of my monster, slipping easily through her eager lips. "You use this pretty mouth to get whatever you want, don't you? I bet you have men wrapped around your finger." The words made me sound like an ass, and I knew it.
I started this, but I hated that she so easily let me have her. Did she do this with everyone? Was this some game to her? Here I was, completely consumed by her, and this could mean nothing to her, but maybe she thought the same of me.
She had no idea that I didn't get this easily consumed by women. Hell, I hadn't even thought about a woman in years. Too busy with my work. Until her.
I pushed the thoughts away because I wouldn't ruin this for myself. I was going to enjoy this perfection I had in my hands while I had it.
"Damn you." She said the words angrily as she tried to move her lips away. She was furious but wanted me to go faster. I tightened my grip on her even more so she couldn't take what she wanted.
She was bound to have marks there tomorrow from the way I was holding her.
I could tell she was about to climax, her body strung tight against me . I was so incredibly close too, but I was controlling this. She already had too much control of me; I at least got this.
"Soon I'll be completely yours, Duchess. You'll take me until I fill you with every drop I have. Then I'll do it over and over again until you beg me to stop."
"Dr Davies!" She yelled my name, climaxing at my raw words. She'd probably never been spoken to like that, and I absolutely loved it.
I allowed myself to climax with her, releasing the tension that had been building up inside me since she strolled into my department.
My release coated her, her inner thighs. I climaxed harder than I'd ever climaxed in my entire life. I felt it so intensely, I saw flashes.
The intensity rocked me to my core. It was something I'd never felt before, and warmth filled my chest.
When I finally came back to reality, she was wiping her filled mouth while pulling down her gown and backing away from me.
"Duchess," I said, reaching for her and wanting to touch her lips to mine. I wanted to finally get a taste of her. She had to have felt what just happened here. It was transformative.
There was something between us, but she dodged my hand and bolted for the door.
It took me a minute to get myself composed before I ran after her. By the time I made it to the front of the department, I saw her picking up her filled forms, the tap! Tap! Tap! Of silhouettes filling my ears.