Page 4 of Will See You Now
I was fucked.
She was just so pretty and pink and… her. The luscious creamy skin of her thighs quivered as I slid my gloves on, letting them snap, and squirted some lubricant over my fingers.
There was nothing detached about this as I ran my touch through her labia, the clenching of her ass cheeks and tiny intake of breath let me know she was feeling it too.
Still, I didn’t look at her face. Instead, I shoved two fingers inside, making her yelp, and with too much force, I pressed down on her abdomen.
She groaned and tensed as I probed about, being rough as I made notes in my head for her chart. I was forceful, unprofessional as I pushed and curled my fingers inside her, surging some of that anger out through my touch.
She’d tried to manipulate me, test me. Rage made my movements ungentle.
When her hand flew into my hair to get my attention, to force my eyes on hers, our gazes locked. Heavy heat sparked between us, a mixture of lust and anger and shock, and “Fuck it,” I growled, before lowering my mouth.
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Harper
“Fuckit,”hesaid,voice gruff. I only had a split second to react before his mouth latched onto my clit. A gasp rocketed through me, darts of pleasure shooting up and down my legs as he wrapped his lips around me and sucked.
Holy shit. The shock of our connection, his actions… I was stunned for a moment. This was actually happening. My gynecologist was going down on me, devouring my pussy like he couldn’t get enough, groaning against my body as he pressed in deeper. He attacked my sensitive flesh with anger. There was a fury in his movements, making it overwhelming. It was too strong, too much sensation as his tongue laved, his lips sucked, his teeth scraped. But it was fucking amazing. My thighs shook, my toes curled, darts of pleasure zipped across every bit of my skin, right down to my bones.
He moaned, the vibrations making me see stars. Pent up aggression and lust poured from him and into me. All my fantasies, everything I used when I touched myself… none compared.
“Oh, my god,” I breathed, tangling my fingers into his dark hair and pushing his face down, begging for more more more, even though it was already too much.
He ran his rough, soft tongue along every inch of me, exploring each fold, each dip, and hole. He nibbled at my mons and nuzzled his nose against my clit, then grew leisurely, just tasting, teasing. Kissing and brushing gentle sweeps of his tongue. I half expected him to stop, to have a crisis of conscience and get that horrified look on his face like before, but he seemed lost in the moment. The anger dissipated into a contentment. A man at home.
His palms stroked down my thighs and he spread them wider, increasing his access. I watched him stare at my body for a moment, almost with reverence, like he didn’t see dozens of the things every day.
“Are you…” I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
He looked up at me, expression sharp, lips glistening as our gazes snagged. For a moment he appeared feral, eyes blown out, distant, chest panting. The world seemed to pause, we could have been anywhere, anyone. My mouth fell open to speak, then he ran his hands from my thighs and up. One slid to my abdomen under the paper gown, and the other spread my pussy lips wide. It was almost uncomfortable, the stretch intense.
This time when he descended, he wasn’t soft or slow, it wasn’t the flat of his tongue exploring. His tongue pointed and plowed into my hole like he was fucking me with it. I cried out, then shoved my hand over my mouth to quieten down — it was like he was licking my entire body, making me drown in his gifted pleasure.
He grunted, squeezed my tit and tilted his head so I was almost riding him. His tongue buried as deeply as it could go, and he writhed and swirled it around inside me. It was a miracle I held my breath and didn’t scream the whole building down.
Sweat ran down my back, my lip tasted of blood from how hard I was having to bite it, and my whole body was alight with sensation as he rubbed his face all over me and entered me over and over. His nose pressed against my clit, and from the depths between my legs, I heard him growl, “Ride my face.”
It was a demand; one I couldn’t refuse. I began rocking my hips, hissing with pleasure when my clit bumped his nose and his tongue shoved ever deeper inside me. It felt insane, this strong muscle exploring my hole, the rough texture lighting me on fire.
He gave my nipple a pinch, then shifted again, placing both hands on my hips and encouraging me to go faster, to ride him harder. An orgasm built in my thighs, coming from somewhere deep down inside, growing through my entire body as he forced my hips down and took over, as he licked my inner walls and drowned in my pussy. He was a man possessed; a man hungry.
“Don’t — “ I gasped, trying to remind him of what happened last time. But when I tried to move away, to stop this, he only gripped me tighter.
“Give it to me, I want it,” he said from between my thighs.
As my orgasm barreled through me, I squirted clear liquid all over his face and hair, drowning him in it. The release was so strong, so mind-numbing and overwhelming that my vision went spotty. My entire body convulsed as liquid shot from my pussy and all over the man who’d just wrecked it for good.
He licked and drank and devoured everything he could, guiding me through the orgasm with enthusiasm as I drenched him. When I flopped onto the examination table, my legs splayed open and my head dropped to the side, unable to move, I was vaguely aware of him cleaning me up. He ran his tongue up and down my thighs, between my ass cheeks and along my mons pubis, catching any remaining drops of fluid. Then he licked his lips, ran his thumb over his cheeks and forehead, and drew them into his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut like he was tasting the most delicious thing in the world.
I could only gaze at him with heavy eyelids, so close to passing out.
“Stay there,” he murmured, his voice making me jump as I realized I’d dozed off for a minute. His hand was on my thigh and he was standing with a scrubs top on, his blue shirt bunched up in his hands. He’d changed clothes, dressed rather than removing every barrier. A flicker of disappointment rumbled through me. I wanted to carry on.
“No one will disturb you, I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, already going in and out of focus. I mumbled something like an agreement and fell right to sleep.
I woke up with a blanket draped over me and a very stern looking Dr. Sterling writing notes on the other side of the room. He’d changed clothes again, now in a white shirt with no tie and his charcoal grey trousers. His hair looked just washed, and his cheeks were no longer flushed. He seemed nothing like the wild, feral man who’d devoured me whole.
