Page 20 of Vows of Betrayal

Stefan was—hard.

Rock hard.

“Wrap your hand around it. Like this.” Stefan wrapped my hand around his cock. Well, not all the way around it. He was too big for that.

“Yeah, angel. Just like that. Up and down. Fuck,” he muttered as I did what he asked and stroked him. He was so velvety and so soft. But also so, so, so incredibly hard. I had no idea men could get this hard. I mean, I'd dealt with men here in the hospital. But none of them were—excited.

“Yeah, that's right. Ah, fuck, yeah. You're doing so well,” he panted and touched his lips to mine again.

This time—our kiss took on a whole other level. He was back to plundering, but this time I could take it. And plunder right back.

His hand slid up my side and landed on my breast.

Holy.

Crap.

My lower belly clenched and ached so deeply, I thought I might just orgasm right here in Stefan's bed.

He brushed his thumb over my impossibly hard nipple and that made me clench again even harder.

Oh, my gosh. I was in real danger of coming. He squeezed me and played with my hardened nipple, bringing me higher and higher. A trickle of wetness escaped between my legs.

I felt his fingers on the hem of my scrub top. “Pull this up. I want to see your big tits.” He stopped kissing me and I let go of him to lift my top for him.

“Fuck, you are beautiful.”

I didn't have pretty bras. This one was just a run of the mill, plain white. In my size, you couldn't find anything really nice for a good price.

“Take this off. I have to see you.” His hand caressed my breasts.

“It's a front closure,” I said, rolling to my back, so I had two hands to undo the clasp. It didn't take me long.

But once I bared my chest to him, Stefan bent to my exposed breasts. “Christ,” he said and then he licked my nipple with his red-hot tongue.

“Oh,” I said, surprised at the feel of him. Then he licked my other nipple, but this time he briefly closed his lips around me and swirled his tongue.

And that felt freaking awesome.

Next, before I even knew what he was doing, his hand slipped into my scrub pants—under my panties. Right on me.

“So fuckin' wet for me, angel. Aren't you?” he said against my breast. “So fuckin' wet.” And he was right. I'd never been like this before. His finger roamed all through my wetness. It was unfathomable how good all of this felt. Stefan's mouth on my breast, his fingers doing amazing things to me under my pants. I was seriously only moments away from exploding.

“Touch me again,” he said, bringing me up from my sex haze.

My hand slid down and found him. Still hard as a rock. I stroked him like he'd shown me. Up and down.

“Faster, Chesca,” he ordered as his mouth completely covered my nipple and he pulled it into his mouth. I gasped at the thrill that sent through my body.

His fingers left me and landed on the elastic waist of my scrubs. He pulled and his other hand joined to yank them down.

Holy.

Crap.

Was he going to fuck me?

“Don't stop, jerk me faster. Harder.”

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