Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I caressed her hair. “Let’s go to my room.”
Today was emotionally draining. I needed release and couldn’t wait a second longer to bury myself in her.
I knew from the look in her eyes, she needed it, too. Her skin was flush, and her eyes were hazy even though she hadn’t had a drop of wine.
Bridget stood up, and I gently pressed my body against her back as I led her to my quarters.
“We’ll lock the door,” I rasped, my cock painfully hard. “Just in case he wakes up.”
The last time we’d made love, we’d done just that—made love. Even though that was intense, tonight I wasn’t in a gentle mood. Between her telling me that the fucking handyman had tried to get into her pants while I was gone and then her admitting she loved me, my emotions were all over the place. I just wanted to ravage her and stake my claim.
“I need to fuck you hard, but I know we have to be quiet,” I said.
Her breathing became more rapid with my words. “The bed will make too much noise. Take me on the floor.”
Fuck yes.
“Take everything off but your knickers then get down on all fours,” I said as I unbuckled my pants and stripped down.
I knew Bridget loved it when I was demanding. She’d only ever experienced rough sex with me—no one else. And that pleased me to no end.
Her beautiful ass was sticking straight up in the air—so inviting. I took the pleasure of doing something I’d always fantasized about when I ripped her underwear off of her with my bare hands, shredding it in one harsh movement. She flinched, but the smile she flashed when she looked back at me told me she loved it.
“I just fucked up your days of the week, luv.” I slid my hands down the slope of her back. “I’m gonna fuck you so good to make up for it.”
She felt wetter than I could ever remember as I sank into her. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, because having her this drenched and at this angle was too much.
“You feel so incredible. This beautiful ass is mine,” I whispered, plowing into her. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Only yours.” Her nails were digging into the carpet.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours. Fuck, Simon, you’re in me so deep like this. Fuck me harder. I can take it.”
She didn’t always talk dirty but when she did, it put me over the edge.
Thrust after thrust, I felt my balls tightening until I couldn’t hold back any longer. When I knew she was climaxing, I let myself go. Even though I wanted to come inside of her, I pulled out, instead opting to decorate her beautiful ass with my cum. I was marking my territory, and it was a sight I wouldn’t soon forget.
My residency would be coming to an end soon; I still didn’t have a permanent position in Rhode Island lined up.
If Bridget and I were officially together now, then it really didn’t make sense to hide our relationship from our co-workers at Memorial anymore. We agreed that while we wouldn’t announce anything, if someone happened to find out, we weren’t going to deny it.
The way in which our co-workers actually discovered it, however, wasn’t how I would’ve ever chosen for it to happen.
Bridget didn’t realize I was within earshot when a certain conversation was happening at the nurses’ station one afternoon. Hiding behind a wall, I listened as several of the women were discussing me right in front of Bridget. It was awkward and disturbing, to say the least. This had probably happened before without my knowing; but things were so much different now.
I could hear a few of the nurses theorizing about my sexual prowess among other things.
How fucking hot I was.
How they wouldn’t mind trying me out.
How there won’t be any eye candy anymore when I’m gone.
Brianna, the nurse I’d had a one-night stand with before Bridget and I became involved, decided to use the opportunity to announce that she had in fact once “sampled the goods.”
“He was so good in bed. But I know he didn’t want anything serious, so I respected that.”
“I just have to know…how big is he?” someone asked.
“He’s exactly how you’d think he’d be. Maybe even more.”
Bridget was standing right fucking there, and I knew she was hurting having to listen to that shit. There was no bloody way I was going to let them disrespect her, even if they didn’t realize what they were doing. Not to mention, this was so goddamn unprofessional.
I emerged from behind the wall, startling them.
“Thank you for your compliments. But I think this needs to end right now.” I turned to Brianna. “Yes, we had a brief encounter early on this year, but I’m spoken for now. And I highly doubt my girlfriend appreciates having to stand here and listen to you talk about it. So please have respect for Bridget and not talk about me in front of her.”