Page 8 of Possessive Doctor

I reach down to adjust my pants as I examine her ass, “No, no bruises.”

“Could you rub it for me? It kind of hurts.”

Why is she doing this to me? Does she have any idea how hard it is for me to control myself around her?

But…I will always give whatever she asks.

Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I reach out and run my hands along her plump bottom. There’s nothing I want more in this moment than to sink my tongue inside her and taste her sweet juices.

She sighs and says, “That feels so good. I must have landed pretty hard.”

“You don’t know hard, little girl,” I say through gritted teeth.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Just relax and enjoy,” I tell her, but as she continues to moan and sigh, I decide to push things a little further and test my limits.

I slip my finger between her cheeks and slide them down to her little pussy. I almost groan when I find her slit already soaked. She gasps as I part her lips and rub her clit with my thumb. She arches her back and I scold her, “You can’t do that. You need to stay still or you’ll hurt yourself.”

“I don’t think I can,” she argues.

I flip her over gently and kneel between her bent knees, running my hands along the insides of her thighs. Imagine coming home to this every night.

“Now, don’t move,” I repeat, dropping my head and kissing the inside of her thigh. I want so badly to taste her but not before I get my hands and lips on those gorgeous tits.

Hovering above her, I lean down, kiss her lips, and work my way down her neck to her chest. Her pretty pink nipples perk up when I take them in my mouth. If I keep this up, I just might come in my pants but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

I want to taste every inch of her, so I lick my way down her stomach and between her legs. She bows off the bed when I flatten my tongue on her sensitive nub, but I hold her waist. I suckle her clit until she cries out, her hands yanking my hair.

I drop my head and slide my tongue deep inside her. She tastes like honey, and I don’t want to miss a drop.

Her legs thrash and I know she’s on the cusp of orgasm. I can’t let her hurt herself so make sure my hands keep her in place as I use my tongue to get her off. She cries out and fights to move, but I won’t allow her. My scalp stings as she keeps on pulling my hair.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask her as I lift my head.

She’s biting her bottom lip, but when she looks down at me, her eyes are glassy. She shakes her head and glares. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Smirking, I keep her in position as her body trembles, and I lick up every sweet droplet of her creamy release.

Still waiting for my pulse to slow, I lie down beside her, and she wraps her arm around my neck. “That was unexpected. Amazing but unexpected. Maybe it’s the memory thing but it felt so new, like something I’ve never felt before.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s the memory thing,” I respond, having no clue what sexual experience she may or may not have. “Are you hungry? I can order something.”

“No, I’m tired. Can you just lie here with me?”

“Anything you want, sweet girl. I’ll stay right here.”

4

AMY

The doctors told me that sometimes memories come back like the leaves falling in autumn.

One or two will float down and provide a small burst of color. Then, a gust of wind brings a deluge in a disorganized frenzy that leaves you breathless and in a panic. This morning, one small leaf floated down on me.

“When they cleared the wreckage, did they find anything? My purse or my cell phone maybe?” I ask Andrew. He has his back to me and stops stirring the scrambled eggs. His body stiffens, and he puts the spatula down on the counter.

“I don’t think so. The police never brought anything to the hospital.”

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