Page 20 of Yes, Doctor
He freed his cock, put on a condom and rubbed more lube on the head before bringing it to her little hole.
Chloe tensed and he stroked his palm down her back.“You can do this,” he assured her.“Just relax and let me in.The more you surrender, the better it will feel.”He turned the vibrator up to a higher level and circled her clit with his finger.
The muscles in her back softened and her anus opened once more.He pushed in, just a little bit and stopped to allow her to get accustomed to his girth.
“Doctor...Drake, I mean Darren,” she panted.
He eased in a little further.“You’re doing great, baby girl.”
“Mm, it’s so intense.”
“Yes.The pleasure will be all the more intense too.”He used more pressure, penetrating deeper into her deliciously tight channel.
“More,” she grunted.
“You’re ready?”
“Yes...oh God yes!”
He pushed into the hilt, slowly withdrew and pressed in again.“You feel so good,” he gritted, beginning to lose composure as his senses overloaded.He gripped her hips to hold her still, pumping smoothly into her, listening to her muffled squeals.
“Yes...yes!”she moaned in an urgent whisper.
He suddenly wished they were not in danger of being overheard, because he wanted to shout with his release, which he had built to the bursting point.
“Oh, God, Pleeeease!”
He curled his fingers inside her and her muscles spasmed.“Yes!”he hissed, slamming into her and remaining pressed deep inside as he pinched her clit.
“Oh,” she sobbed, sagging beneath him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist to stabilize her and eased out, pulling off the condom placing it in the box the lube had come in.Seeking the loop to the vibrator, he gently tugged it out.
She gave a cry of surprised disappointment.
He turned it off and tucked it in his doctor’s coat pocket, along with the box and lube.Pulling up her panties and pants, he spun her around and captured her mouth, kissing her deeply.
She leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around her to lend his strength to her still trembling form.
“Good girl,” he said.
She offered her lips again, looking completely dazed.
He stroked them with his own, drinking in her softness, amazed at the way she’d given herself to him so fully, so fearlessly.He cleared his throat.“The prognosis looks good, Miss Jones.”
“The prognosis on what?”she murmured.
“On our on-going chemistry together.”
She arched her back, pressing her firm tits against his ribs.“What about the lousy date?”The question sounded light, but her eyes searched his face with a trace of vulnerability, as if his answer might mean more than she let on.
“I told you—I’ve got that handled.Now, here’s what I want you to do: walk out of the supply closet.If the coast is clear for me to come out, let me know.If not, shut the door and leave.I’ll find my own way out later.Got it?”
She grinned, her eyes twinkling.“Got it.”
“Oh and Chloe?”
She turned, smiling a bright smile.“Yeah?”
