Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I licked my lips, staying silent.
Which caused him to chuckle low in his throat.
Still, I didn’t say anything.
Mainly because at this point I couldn’t. I’d been holding my breath, closing my eyes, and praying that I wouldn’t spontaneously orgasm and give him an even bigger head.
I should’ve known that I’d embarrass myself. Should’ve. Known.
Why?
Because Reed had always been the one. The one to make me realize that I have zero control when it comes to him.
What would’ve made me angry if someone else had done it? It made me happy when it came to Reed.
What made me want to cry? Yeah, Reed made me laugh.
So, something as easy as sweeping his finger across my entrance? Barely grazing my clit?
Yeah, that should’ve been nothing.
Yet, I still came.
It’d been a baby orgasm. Barely a blip of the radar.
But he knew my tells, just like I knew his.
The goose bumps on the back of my thighs, the way my breathing hitched, paired with the way my head rocked from side to side were enough of an indication.
And he didn’t miss a single thing.
But he didn’t say anything, and I didn’t either.
Which put me into a false sense of complacency.
I laid back on the table, stared at the white ceiling with the panels that looked like they needed to be given a good power wash with years’ worth of use in them, and waited for him to get down to it.
He inserted a finger…and that’s when I realized that he wasn’t wearing gloves.
Wasn’t. Wearing. Gloves.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
No, no, no.
“G-gloves,” I croaked.
He cursed.
But did he remove his hand?
Hell no.
He left his finger buried deep inside of me.
Then he did the thing that they do that checks your organs from the top—actually somewhat doing his job for once.
“Everything feels good there, in case you’re wondering,” he murmured, pressing and palpitating whatever the hell it was that he was trying to locate.
Our eyes met then, and I realized that resistance was futile.
My knees opened, inviting him to do what he would.
He did.
He dropped his face. And licked me.
Licked my clit.
It was just one sweep of his tongue, but it was enough.
It was enough.
God, was it enough.
I clenched, my pussy pulsed and squeezed. Then I came.
Hard.
This wasn’t a baby orgasm. No, this one was everything.
Too many years of pent up, no-orgasm-having need burst out of my vagina like a rocket.
I fucking soaked his hand with my release, but everything inside of me felt so damn good that I didn’t once think about embarrassment. Nor did I care where we were, or that Reed was supposed to be my god-forsaken doctor.
Nope, all I cared about was riding his fucking finger, and getting the most out of my orgasm that I could.
He must’ve realized this, too, because he shoved another thick finger—when did they get so thick??—into me and scissored them.
Oh, fuck.
“Fuck,” Reed growled.
I concurred.
In fact, I probably would’ve said that aloud had the door not opened right then.
There was a quick knock on the door—after the door was opened—and a nurse poked her head in. "Dr. Hail?"
Reed's fingers paused their movement inside of me...almost.
He continued to curl his fingers and stroke that hidden spot inside of me. The spot only he had been able to find.
"Ms. Fisher, I know we've discussed before about you opening a patient's door while I'm doing their exams. For the patient's privacy, you should either enter at the beginning of the exam, or wait until I've completed it. Are we clear? I will not be repeating myself."
"Yes, sir," Ms. Fisher apologized. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry doesn't give the patient's dignity back," Reed snapped.
I bit my lip when Reed twirled his finger, doing something inside of me that I’d never felt before.
"Jesus," I hissed, unable to help myself.
My hips were also being held down by Reed's hand, but had he not been holding them down, they would've jerked up with that last movement.
"I...I was just trying to see what size gloves you wanted me to order for you this time,” she whispered. "Do you want me to come back?"
Reed's eyes held mine for a long second, and then he looked down at where his gloveless fingers were still inserted in my pussy.
"Of course, I want you to come back. After I show Ms. Shaw out of the exam room. Now go!"
I'd have bit my lip at his anger if it'd been directed at me. The nurse? Yeah, she squeaked and closed the door hurriedly.
"You've done this before?" I gasped, unable to help myself.
His eyes came up to meet mine.
"No,” his eyes went predatory. "First time."
"What about the exam?" I cleared my throat.
"We're doing it."
I would've snorted, but his fingers came out of me and went back inside. This time three fingers wide instead of two.
My hips really did come off the table that time.