Page 3 of In the Grey of Dawn

“Keep going. Please, Porter,” she begs. “I want this. I want you.”

Bringing both of my hands to her hips, I pull out and slam back into her over and over. Ignoring the people above us and the slow beat of the music from outside. I bring my palm down on her ass, slapping her hard, her pussy clenching around me as she cries out.

“Such a greedy slut. Your ass is going to be red once I'm done playing with it.”

Bringing my palm down again in the same spot, her pussy drips for me as she cries out. Grabbing her hips, I can feel her clench around me and I know she's close.

“More,” she pants, as I thrust into her so hard, whatever furniture she's leaning on moves a couple of inches, dragging across the ground each time I slam into her.

Bringing my palm down on her ass for a third time, the loud crack rings out once again as I reach around, pressing firmly against her clit. Her pussy clenches around my cock and I finally let myself fall apart, pushing in deep as her walls hold me in place, taking everything as we ride out our shared orgasm. I almost come again thinking about how my cum will drip from her when I pull out.

Moving my hand, I press against her back to keep her in place. Slowly, I pull out of her, taking my finger and dragging it through her slit, spreading my cum over her pussy. I can't help but take a knee behind her, trying to get a better look but the lighting is too low. Other than the faint glisten of our juices, I can't see enough of what I want. Pressing my face against her pussy, I drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance, groaning at the taste of our combined cum, hearing her moans alongside mine.

The door to the basement opens and light floods the stairwell.

“Porter? Charlie? You guys down there?” Mila’s voice rings out.

“Busy. Go away,” Charlie says, panting. She is still trying to catch her breath and leaving little doubt about what we've been doing.

“Just checking, take your time,” Mila responds, laughing and shutting the basement door. Leaving the light on so I have a clear view of the swollen pussy before me. I can't help but run my tongue through it again, getting one last taste of pure ecstasy.

Standing, I unwrap her wrists from my makeshift restraint, rubbing them gently where it's dug in slightly. She leans on her elbows, still bent over and exposed for me, letting me admire the clear handprint I've left on her ass which is starting to welt. Taking my hand, I gently rub over it, trying to ease the burn, her head dipping slightly at the sensation.

I could get lost in this need to try and soothe her, the feel of my fingers sliding across the slightly raised skin.

A heavy sigh passes her lips and she moves to stand, her dress falling down once again. Turning, her eyes meet mine, scanning my face for a second before she smashes her lips against my mouth. I can taste the debauchery of everything we’ve done as our tongues indulge in each other. But almost as fast as it started, she pulls away, quickly adjusting her dress to try to hide any evidence of what we were doing.

“We taste good together,” is all she says, giving me a wink before she walks to the stairwell, oozing confidence and sexuality. Leaving me standing in the basement with my pants around my ankles, my heavy cock hanging out, wondering how quickly the tables were turned and how this woman managed to scratch the surface of my cold dead heart.

Chapter 1 - Charlie

“Nurse, are you in there?” a cocky voice says, as the curtain to the emergency room cubicle I'm currently sitting in is abruptly pulled back. Sighing, I lift my gaze to the elderly man I'm helping, ignoring the person who just barged in and remain focused on the seventeen stitches I'm taking out of my patient’s leg.

“Chad, I told you 30 minutes ago that my break wasn't until 2:15 a.m. I'm almost done with Mr Stevens here,” I say, patting the old man’s arm. “I’ll meet you at the usual. Okay?” I deadpanned at him.

“Well, it's 2:05 a.m. and I have to prep for surgery soon so if you wouldn't mind moving a little faster … and call me Doctor.”

Not a hint of recognition flashes across his profile over how rude his comment was, especially in front of a patient. But beggars can't be choosers. He has a pretty face and a decent sized cock, so if he doesn't talk and I ride him long enough I can usually manage to get myself off. Lucky for me he's working tonight because I need a little extra stress relief.

I finish removing Mr Steven’s stitches, making sure to take my time with them so there is no additional tissue damage.Excusing myself, I ask a coworker if they can cover me a moment while I take my break, before slipping off to go find Chad, who is hopefully naked, hard and ready for me.

Knocking on the door to our usual on-call room, I quickly step inside, my eyes taking a second to adjust to the darkness, as a past moment shared with a stranger in a basement flashes across my mind.

I can’t help but let a small sigh of disappointment out as the reality before me is nothing like the man who consumes my thoughts. Chad is lying exactly as I’d hoped. Spread eagle with his cock standing to attention but it's not enough tonight, and I know I’m as dry as a desert.

Quickly, I lock the door to the room, removing my pants and panties. Standing next to the single bed, I clear my throat to get his attention as he leisurely strokes himself.

“Can you go down on me for a bit, I need a warm-up after dealing with Mr Stevens.”

“Who?”

“Mr Stevens? The man whose stitches I was just— you know what never mind? You literally saw me five minutes ago with him.”

“I can't be expected to remember everyone you talk with,” he patronises.

“Look, if you want to do this you're going to have to go down on me, alright. Once I come, we can have sex,” I snap.

I don’t have the patience to deal with the general publicandChad's ego tonight. Mumbling something, he moves off the bed and I lay down ready for him, my phone ringing just as his head nestles between my thighs. Ignoring the call, I motion for him to start and he drags his tongue through my slit. He's never been exceptionally good at giving head. Considering he’san Orthopedic Surgeon he has the same problem most men do in thinking my clit is somewhere around my left labia.

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