Page 35 of Lonely
“You should have picked someone else to unleash your demons on, Doctor. Someone weaker. Not the strongest of the pack.”
He rolled his hips, a heavy breath rushing over my neck.
“But I must say . . .” His voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Your tight ass sure feels good.”
He took me then. Hard. Fast. The back legs of the desk lifted off the ground with every brutal thrust. Mother was nowhere around to berate me now.
“Is this how you imagined me when you fucked the other doctor? The one you killed. What’s his name? Andersen?”
No. Andersen didn’t speak a single word because he was dead as a doornail. And so will you be when I’m done with you.
I groaned, growing painfully hard at his brutality. He thought he was so damn powerful. He thought I’d let him get away with humiliating me.
It felt good to see him snap finally.
“Who fucks you better? Me or the slutty nurse?”
“Just you fucking wait,” I growled, my cheek throbbing where it was squished against the desk. “I’ll be the last thing you see.”
“Big talk, Doctor. Bold for someone moaning like a good little bitch. But guess what? You’re not the only one who has killed.” He reached beneath me and wrapped his long fingers around my cock. “I’ve stabbed someone to death too, because I was bored and needed a fucking thrill. You’re not the only psychopath, Doctor. Not the only man here with desires that would make a priest call for a fucking exorcism. So be good, shut that mouth, and fucking take it.”
His next thrust sent the desk gliding across the floor as he stroked my dick, whispering degrading filth in my ear.
Words like,“That’s it, Doctor. Feel me. Feel my big cock tearing you apart. Such a filthy, pathetic old man you are.”
And I came.
A wave of pleasure tore through me like a riptide.
Carter kept up his frantic assault as he slammed into me again and again, milking every last drop of cum from my balls.
He choked on a groan and went still, cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside me.
I wanted to kill him. But more than that, I wanted him to keep going. To wreck me so completely I’d forget who I was. He’d used me like a hole, and I’d let him. No. I’d fucking loved it.
When he stepped away, his sticky cum trickled out, and I breathed deeply through the burning sting.
I already knew I’d feel him for days.
As I perched my sore ass on the desk, he tucked his cock away and ran a hand through his sweaty hair.
“I’m going to kill you.” I pulled my pants up. “And then I’m going to fuck you.”
A cruel smirk tugged at his lips as he trapped me against the desk. “No, you won’t. Because we both know you enjoyed whathappened here. You’ll want a repeat soon. And in the meantime, you’ll let the nurse bounce on your cock, and it’ll be fun, sure. But she’s not the ultimate fantasy.”
He sat down and spread his legs wide, treating my office like his throne.
“You’ll die in here,” I said, still perched on the desk.
Carter was doomed. He’d never leave this place. Never see the outside world again unless I said so.
He studied me, eyes crawling across my face. Then he leaned forward, pointing at my chest. “And you’ll die in there.”
I hated how his words tightened my ribs. Like a heavy ball sat right on top of them.
I pulled down my pants to reveal my soft cock. Carter kept his eyes on my face.
“Can I put it in your mouth?”
