Page 58 of Full Service

“Fine. Just this once and then never again.”

“Fuck yes,” I murmur.

“You stay over there. No touching.”

“I promise,” I say as I eagerly shuck my boxers, kicking them onto an end table.

Dr. Sinclair eyes the fabric as it dangles but makes no move to extricate it. Instead, he just peels his underwear off and kicks them to the side, showing me everything.

And all of it is so damn good.

I know he’s older than me, but his body is so fucking hot. His cock is too. And don’t get me started on those balls. They hang there between his legs, ripe and ready for my mouth.

Not that I’ll go over there and suck on them.

I’ll behave. I’ll so behave.

I grip my dick and give it a solid pump, watching as Dr. Sinclair does the same thing, his movements in time with my own.

“Fuck yes. Squeeze harder,” I say and watch as Dr. Sinclair’s knuckles turn white. He’s strangling his dick. So I do the same. It’s only fair.

“You’re so hot. So hot,” I whisper, and Dr. Sinclair’s nostrils flare.

“Stop lying.”

“I’m not,” I whine as I arch my hips up. “You’re so hot. I want to touch you. I want to kiss you again.”

Dr. Sinclair groans and shakes his head, his feet shuffling a little closer to me. He’s now only half a room away.

“Come here. Come here. Break the rules. Break them with me,” I taunt as my fist shuttles up and down my shaft.

I can see his resolution breaking, can see him warring with himself. I want him to push me down on the sofa, spread my legs, and take me. But before he can, before he even moves, I hear a splash behind me and I watch as his fish throws itself out of its tank.

I gasp and so does Dr. Sinclair. Then he’s rushing past me, scooping up the flapping fish and placing it back in the water.

“She tried to kill herself!” he says, his eyes wide. “She’s never done that before.”

“Probably didn’t want to see us jacking off.”

“Jesus, why did she do that? Is she unhappy? I just cleaned her tank last week!”

I glance over at him, our naked bodies crouched down on the floor, his eyes round with worry.

“I honestly don’t know. That was weird as fuck, but look, she’s happy now. She’s under that coral. Is she smiling?”

Dr. Sinclair glances up and then sighs. “Do you really think she was just mortified by what she saw? Usually, I go into my bedroom and use my toys…”

His words trail off as I stare at him, my dick bobbing between my legs.

“Toys?” I ask lowly.

He swallows, gulping loudly.

“Perhaps.”

“Show me,” I rasp, unable to control myself. I need to see this or I may die.

“Absolutely not,” he says, even though he stands, placing his cock right near my mouth.

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