Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Oh, so that's why.
A shaken gasp escapes me as he gets rid of my mask, and my whole body trembles as the bed dips under his weight. Hands clasp my shoulders, and I can barely breathe when I feel his muscled thigh pressing against mine.
He guides me into facing him before releasing me from his hold. I can feel him watching me in the dark, and I find myself slowly reaching for him until I'm tracing the curve of his lips for the very first time.
Oh.
They feel soft.
Firm.
And just so, so seductive that I can't help but inch close as I cup his face with both of my hands—-
Oh God, am I really going to do this?
—-before covering his mouth with mine.
Yes, I am, and I already did.
I, Leah Raptis, have officially made the first move in kissing him.
I never thought I'd be the type to kiss a guy first, but I just can't seem to help it, and...aaaaaaaah.
He's finally kissing me back, and words like hot, rough, and deep don't even cover it.
My hands fall away as he grips my hair and yanks my head back.
God, he's so forceful—-
His tongue thrusts deep inside of my mouth.
And I love it.
My arms wrap around his neck as his tongue stabs my mouth again and again and again.
His hands clasp my waist as his tongue strokes against mine, and all I can do is gasp a moment later when he scoops me off the bed without breaking our kiss.
"Ah!"
But my startled cry against his lips only makes him chuckle, and the next thing I know I'm already straddling his lap while his long, hard cock pulses and throbs between the drenched folds of my pussy.
His grip on my hair gentles as his mouth eases off mine.
"Take off your gown."
His voice is thick with lust, his accent more prominent than ever, and the sound makes me
shudder anew in a mixture of need and fear.
My fingers tremble as I reach for the hem of my hospital gown, and just as I've pulled it over my head and toss it away, his hands cup my bare tits all of a sudden, and all I can do is gasp as he squeezes them hard.
"Just checking if you're done," he says oh-so-politely I'm almost tempted to laugh.
Yeah right.
He pinches my nipples before letting go, and I bite down hard on my lower lip so I don't accidentally beg him to do it again.
"Are you ready for your treatment, Temptation?"
I know what he's asking for, obviously, and a part of me feels I should tell him to put a stop to this, just because it's the "decent" and "normal" thing to do.
But then I think about how this is also the man I love, the man who doesn't even know how much he's helped me chase away my demons—-
I don't care whether this is right or wrong.
I love this fantasy of ours, and so I hear myself whisper throatily, "Yes, Doctor."
The words work like a charm, and the way he sucks his breath makes me feel lightheaded when a feminine thrill of power rushes through my body.
We may have never spoken of love, but there are moments when a woman simply knows with absolute certainty that her man wants him, and it's this knowledge that gives me all the confidence in the world to bend close and beg straight into his ear—-
"Please treat me, Doctor."
"Fuck." He groans the word out, and the sound makes me bite back a smile.
"You must be very sure of this," he warns hoarsely.
"I am, Doctor."
"Then..."
God, oh God, here it comes.
"Lift your hips up."
My breasts swell and ache at the command, and I have a hard time breathing again as I lift my hips up like he's asked.
"Now lower yourself slowly on my...instrument."
I would've laughed if I wasn't so nervous of what he's asking of me.
"I'm scared," I choke out, and it's the truth.
"I know you are, but this is all part of the treatment." He purrs the words out, and just like that, the dynamics between us have shifted again, and I'm the one under his power. "The only way we can continue is if you impale yourself on my instrument."
And he just had to use the word, didn't he?
I'm now a thousand times more terrified because of it, but I'm also a thousand times hornier, and so when I hear him say in a voice of quiet command—-
"Do it now, Temptation."
All I can do is whimper as I obey him.
My whole body shakes as I slowly impale myself on his instrument, and oh God, oh God, I can feel the folds of my pussy stretching open as the head of his cock kisses my entrance.
God, he feels too, too big, and I love it!
I push myself down steadily, impaling myself as he's ordered, and oh God, oh God, he feels so incredibly big that I have a feeling he's about to rip my pussy apart.