Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"Please..."
And now she's taking the initiative to pull my cock out of my pants—-
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I watch her head fall back as she impales herself on my violently throbbing cock—-
Her dazed gaze locks with mine. "Please, Mr. Mine."
Ah, fuck, I give up.
"You win," I groan.
"Thank—-aaaaaah."
Her words turn into a cry as I roughly grab her by the waist and start bouncing her on my cock.
"Oh God, Rashad..."
I try to make it fucking last, but the sight of her riding my cock with such wild abandon is just too fucking much, and all I can do is groan as lust pounds through my body.
"Fuck, Madeleine, fuck..."
"Rashad, oh God..."
I thrust into her again and again even as I fill her with my cum, and her pussy squeezes my cock as pleasure rocks her body, and Madeleine loses herself in her own orgasm.
God, how I love her.
And that's why two hours later, I'm doing as she asked, never mind if it's the most fucking awkward thing I've ever done in my life.
Adam stares at me in disbelief. "You want me to do fucking what?"
"A young woman will be waiting for you at your clinic. Both of you will be wearing masks to protect your identities. You'll play the role of a conscienceless prick of a doctor, and she'll be the innocent little patient who believes every word you say."
"Are you fucking insane?"
"Both of you will require medical clearance prior to meeting, and the two of you will also sign a contract to ensure everything about this remains completely confidential."
"Do you think I'm some fucking stud?"
I roll my eyes. "No, of course not. But you're not exactly a saint either."
Adam shakes his head. "This is fucking insane."
"I can guarantee she's your type."
"I don't have a fucking type."
"Of course you do," I say with a snort. "The other party is not dumb, not easily intimidated, and not a gold-digger."
Adam's lips press in a straight line.
"And we both know that kind of woman is few and far between."
The silence between us stretches, but when I hear my cousin curse under his breath, I know he's as good as said yes.
Well, well, well.
Who would've thought Madeleine was right, and his normally straitlaced cousin would actually say yes to such an arrangement?
The End
About the Book
"Please enter your account number so we may verify your identity."
I type 5324, and I hear a beep after a moment.
"Thank you for calling, Temptation."
Cringe.
I must've been really drunk last night, to choose that as my secret handle.
"We will now forward your call to Doctor Somebody."
It's my first time to hear what the other party's secret handle is, and his choice makes me feel just a tad better about the whole thing. I was afraid he'd choose something terribly clichéd like 'Dr. Charming' or go for something outright vulgar like 'Dr. Big Cock'. Something like the last would've been a complete deal breaker for me, and I'd have rather sold my kidney than push through with the rest of this.
But Dr. Somebody?
It feels 'safe' for some reason, but since Madeleine did say this guy was no asshole, maybe I'm just stressing myself out pointlessly again, and—-
CLICK.
Was that a click I just heard?
Does this mean we're on?
Is it time to start playing?
Oh shit, why am I acting like I've just joined Squid Games?
Get an effing grip, Leah!
"Hello?"
The one who finally breaks the silence is the person from the other side.
I mean, end.
It's bad enough I got myself in this sex-fantasy-business, but saying the voice is coming from the other side would make things worse, since that means I've signed up to do kinky stuff with a ghost.
"It's Temptation, isn't it?"
The voice is deep but gentle, and there's a touch of some accent I can't quite put my finger on.
"This is Dr. Somebody."
His tone is calm but authoritative, and I find myself grudgingly acknowledging that the people behind SFI just might know what it's doing.
So far, so good, Andie's daddies.
Some girls might go for beta-type guys, and that's cool. I totally wish them all the best, but personally? Only an alpha-type dude can probably force me into being distracted, and I have a feeling Dr. Somebody here is as alpha as they come.
"I'm assuming this is your first time..."
Whoa.
Is he just going to straight up ask if I'm still a V?
"—-to consult a doctor by phone?"
Phew.
So that was what he was getting at.
One of SFI's rules is for involved parties to begin their "encounter" with a roleplaying phone call. Just to get the ball rolling, so to speak. I thought it was pure B.S. when I first read it in their contract, but I'm happy to say I was obviously wrong on that score.
While Dr. Somebody having this awesomely hot voice certainly doesn't hurt, it's the way he sounds totally invested in his role that does the trick, and the fact that we can't see each other's faces is the final nail in my inhibitions' coffin.