Page 9 of Tempting the Doctor

“I need you to fuck me,” I gasp. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

My head drops forward, and I see his cock straining, as if it may burst the seams of his suit pants. I shakily unbutton them and ease the zipper down. The wet, dripping head greets me over the top of his boxers, and I groan as his fingers push deep inside me again. His cock pulses, as eager as I am.

“Not until you come, Mandy,” he says. His voice is strained with his own desire, but I know I need to be good, or he won’t give me what I want.

I’m so close, and just a glimpse of the tip of his cock is enough to push me over the edge. I want all of it, ramming deep, splitting me in two. He squeezes my ass while pushing his fingers deep inside me once more, then drags my juices up to knead my clit. I’m gone. Everything goes black for a split second, and then I awaken to an explosion of pleasure from his fingers are still working me. There’s a high-pitched sound that I realize is me screaming as he continues to draw out every last drop of ecstasy with his fingertips.

I’m boneless, and he gently unties my dress, letting it drop to the floor, before he eases me backwards onto the plush bedding. He strips off his own clothes, then lowers himself on top of me. He spreads my legs wide, and I wrap them around his hips as he pulls my body close to his. He tears away my panties, and I watch with breathless gasps as he wraps his big hand around his thick shaft and pushes the head of his cock an inch inside me.

I grab for his shoulders, stopping him as I suddenly begin to panic. He’s so big, he’s barely inside me and the pain is already intense.

"Shh, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you,” he whispers. His eyes are locked, dark and full of desire, on where his body is about to join mine. He pulls out and reaches into his nightstand to pull out a condom, his eyes never leaving my pussy.

As he tears open the condom with his teeth, I realize I don’t want anything between us, and I grab his hand to stop him.

“I want to feel it when you come inside me,” I say.

“Holy fuck, Mandy,” he growls, spreading me with his fingers and lining up his dripping cock at my opening. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe. “I trust you.”

“This means you’re mine, Mandy. If I take you like this, I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”

I nod my head, desperate to feel him sliding inside me.

“Words, Mandy. Give me your words,” he demands, tracing my wet folds with his leaking cock.

“Y-yours, Trey. Make me yours, only yours,” I pant, ready to give him anything, if he just gives me what I want so badly.

The words are barely out before he presses into me, filling my tight channel with his hard erection. I scream at the intensity of the pleasure-pain. He’s so deep, I feel his balls slap against my body as I take him all the way in. I fight to catch my breath as he stretches me to my limits.

Trey still inside me, giving me time to adjust to this new fullness. He squeezes my breasts, leaning down to suck each nipple into his mouth. I moan as he pulls back and runs his thumbs across the puckered nubs, sending thrilling pleasure straight to where his cock is thrusting in and out of me.

Slowly, he begins to move, and I tighten my legs around him as a new orgasm overwhelms me. He smiles as he thrusts into me and continues to stroke my nipples. One of his hands slides down my body to ease between us, and he strokes his fingers against my clit. All I can do is hang on as his thrusts pick up speed.

I clench around him and drag my nails down his back, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. Trey thrusts hard and deep one last time, his roar of satisfaction joining my wonton moans as he pushes us both over the edge.

He collapses against me, his chest heaving. With a gasp, he kisses me, then pushes my tangled hair off my face. His head drops to pillow beneath mine, and we lie panting in one another’s arms.

“That was fucking amazing,” he says between harsh breaths.

I couldn’t agree more and close my eyes, letting the aftershocks take me away.

Chapter 8

Trey

Mandy and I are still entwined in one another, catching our breaths, when I hear my phone ringing from somewhere on the floor. I ignore it, certain that whoever it is can leave a message. I told my assistant to forward my calls to the on-call surgeon this evening. I made it clear I didn’t want to be disturbed. The only person who might be calling is my mother, and she is the last person I want to talk to right now.

She’s still irritated with me for canceling on Caroline Winters. Of course, it hadn’t beenmewho’d canceled, but rather the vixen currently pressed beneath me. I didn’t bother telling my mother that, though.

The ringing stops, and I relax back into Mandy’s body. I am probably crushing her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, and I can feel her breathing in little puffs against my ear. My cock is still sheathed in her tight heat, still hard. I have no intention of pulling out of her. I’m only giving us both time to catch our breath before I start up again.

As I move to kiss Mandy, the ringing of my phone starts up again. I groan in frustration. For whoever it is to call twice in such quick succession, it must be an emergency. It had better be anyway, or whoever is calling is going to wish they’d never been born.

I ease out of Mandy carefully. I know I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt her. She whimpers a little at the loss, but is otherwise silent. Her eyes are closed, and the look on her face is one of total bliss.

Grabbing my pants from the floor, I pull out my phone, and my frustration immediately morphs into anger when I see it’s the hospital calling. I had been very clear with my assistant this morning about not wishing to be disturbed.

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