Doctor Feel Good: A Novel From The Be Yours Series

by Saffire, Blue

  I slide my hand over the sweat dewing on her back. Cupping her breast, I guide her body back onto my cock. Watching the bounce of her fat ass with each thrust, I salivate to have more. I’m greedy for her hungry pussy that’s already grasping me so tight my eyes roll back.

  I dip to lick up the center of her back. She shivers and quakes. I love that she still responds to me every single time I’m in this tight haven.

  “You feel how hard you make me? This is why you’re always on my mind. Yes, throw that ass on me. Fuck your husband, baby. Soak my cock like my good girl. Shit,” I hiss.

  “Omid, please let me come,” she whimpers knowing I’m holding her just outside the reach of her orgasm.

  “No.”

  “Please,” she pleads.

  “No. I’m going to wear this pussy out. I’ve been without you too long. I need you. You’re not coming, not yet.”

  She answers with making her ass clap on my dripping wet cock. I clench my teeth, lifting to my feet in a squatting positioned and drill into her lush pussy. She screams into the bed and I smile with glee. Altering cheeks, I slap her ass.

  She’s coiled so tight but I’m avoiding the strokes to her spot. When I pull that trigger, I want us to be face to face. This is just me priming the pump. I want her dizzy with pleasure when I make her explode.

  “Shit, I want to look into her eyes when you come. Come ride this dick,” I command.

  * * *

  Divine

  I’ve woken up to a straight savage. It seems like it’s been forever since he has touched me like this. I guess he’s reminding me of the beast he is in the sheets.

  He pulls out and sits in the center of the bed. He folds his legs as if sitting in a yoga pose. I straddle him and he guides me onto his length. I plant my feet while he guides me up and down on him.

  Our eyes lock and start a conversation only we understand the words to. I shriek when he takes my weight and shifts my weight back as he does all the work of lifting me up and down. I wrap my hands behind his neck and hold on tight. The strength in this man floors me.

  “I love you,” I pant.

  “Without question, I love you, Divine,” he says huskily.

  He leans in to lick the side of my breast. Shifting our position again, he adjusts me until I’m on my knees bouncing and rocking on him. To think, I was exhausted when I passed out. Now, I feel like I could go for hours of this.

  I let my gaze fall to his tight body and olive skin. Damn, my husband is sexy as hell. Looking into his eyes again, I watch him watching me. His almost colorless eyes absorbing me. I feel like he sees things no one else does.

  I start to kiss all over his face. He takes my lips and makes my mouth his own feast. My essence flavors his tongue. When I suck on it, he groans and hardens inside me. I didn’t think he could get any harder.

  I moan and swirl my hips on him. His nails bite into my skin as he drags them down my back. He lifts his hips propelling me backward. I land on my back as he unfolds his legs. We’re nose to nose as he takes over.

  Locking my legs around his waist, I cradle him. He laces our fingers together, never breaking the kiss. His slick chest to my sweaty one, his heart pounds against mine.

  He moves to nuzzle my neck. I’m reaching a fever pitch. I don’t know if I’m going to make it through this torture.

  “Omid,” I beg.

  He looks down into my eyes, licking my lips then pecking them gently. “Come with me.”

  He starts to thrust just right. The man is hands-down a master of pussy. I start to convulse, every nerve in my body feels alive. When his hot seed rushes my walls, painting them with his life force, I come so hard my sinuses burn.

  “Holy shit,” I cry out.

  He captures my mouth in a slow tender kiss. I free one of my hands from his to run it up and down his back. When he shivers, I smile against his lips.

  “I’ll feed them when they wake. You earned your rest,” he laughs quietly.

  “Always a pleasure, Dr. Feel Good.” I giggle.

  “Go to sleep, you’re delirious.”

  That I just might be. That was some damn good dick. I’m not even mad he woke me.

  Chapter 37

  Snapped

  Divine

  I’m nervous. This is the first time both of our families are getting together. It’s my birthday.

  When Omid’s father reached out to him for the hundredth time I told my husband it was time we both faced our fathers. This just seemed like the right time to do it. A dinner where everyone could be on neutral ground.

  At least I thought it was a good idea. Now I’m not so sure. The tension around the room is thick. We chose Nick and Kevin’s restaurant where we had our first date. The private room is large enough for both of our families to fit into—even though Kevin closed the rest of the restaurant to focus on our party anyway.

  “Look at this face,” Patience coos at my son.

  She holds him in the air as she fusses over him, causing him to smile and drool on her. She had to nearly pry him away from Lance, after Neil held my son hostage first.

  It’s been a few months since the babies have been home and they get so much love and attention. My siblings plan to spoil my children. I see it already.

  I look around and feel a little sad Marica couldn’t join us. Her son made his appearance last week. I’m so happy for her and little Keith.

  “They’re both so adorable,” Brandy says.

  “Thank you.”

  I look over at my father who hasn’t stopped glaring at my husband. “Would you like to hold her, Daddy?”

  He looks at Fairuza and his eyes soften. The look of longing hurts my heart. This doesn’t have to be so hard.

  When he doesn’t answer, I get up and walk my daughter over to him. “Thank you,” he murmurs once she’s in his arms.

  I nod and return to my seat. Omid wraps an arm around me and kisses my temple. I place a hand on his thigh and squeeze.

  “We’ll need to find something to eat later,” Omid’s mother says.

  “What’s wrong with the food here?” he asks.

  “I doubt it’s Halal. Not everyone is so lax in honoring our beliefs.”

  Omid’s jaw tightens. “Why would I invite you somewhere that you couldn’t eat? The meal was prepared for everyone. My friends have gone above and beyond to accommodate us all this evening.”

  “Thank you,” Omid’s father says. “Divine, you’re a business woman, yes?”

  “Yes. She is,” my husband snaps.

  I squeeze his thigh to calm him. He shifts in his seat. His agitation clear.

  “My daughter does very well for herself,” my father speaks up. “She’s built her company with her own two hands and made her own millions.”

  “Smart girl. Intelligence is a great asset.” Javed nods.

  “Omid is a smart man when he wants to be,” his mother says. “Although, I’d like to understand his profession. I’m confused—”

  “About what?” Omid bites out. “I’m an OB/GYN. I deliver babies and take care of women’s health. What’s there to be confused about?”

  “How does that work? Isn’t that against your religion?” my father chooses now to speak up.

  If looks could kill, my mama just gave my father the look of death. He grumbles something to himself and turns back to the baby. Omid leaves his words unanswered.

  The tension in the room goes to a thousand. I can see the uncomfortable looks on all of his family’s faces. Yup, this here was a very bad idea.

  He starts to bounce his leg and I’m not sure how much longer his temper will remain under wraps. The babies both start to cry bringing a much need reprieve.

  “Come, come to your, büyük baba,” Omid’s father says to Firuz.

  Patience hands my son over, he gives his grandfather a once over before he settles. I hand bottles to my father and Javed. Soon the twins are sucking down milk happily.

  “See, büyük babas have magic,” Javed croon
s, bringing a smile to my lips. I look around the room to see that’s not the case with everyone.

  I’m sorry. I just don’t know any other way to put it. I don’t like Paiman. Omid’s brother rubs me all the wrong ways. I don’t like the way he looks at me and I don’t like the glare on his face as he watches his father hold my child. I start to bristle, no longer the calming force in the room.

  When I see Hana with a similar glare, I start to get real pissed off. Omid’s hand on my side starts to rub up and down soothingly. I roll my eyes and turn away from them.

  Luckily the food arrives. Everyone occupies themselves with eating. Javed ignores his food to play with Firuz. While my father jiggles eating and my daughter like an old pro.

  “This is delicious,” my mother says.

  “Yes, it’s very good,” Sassa chimes in.

  “America seems to be agreeing with you,” Hana tosses the snide remark at Sassa.

  Omid heaves a heavy breath. His patience is nearly spent. I know it.

  I snort when I look at Paiman’s fat ass acting like he doesn’t want to inhale the food on his plate. His wife sits beside him looking like she’s thinking the same thing or reading my mind. She shakes her head and continues to eat her food.

  “I tend not to take issue with life,” Sassa replies. “As such, I can find happiness in many things and places.”

  I want to high five her and fist pump at the same time. Hana shoots daggers at her with her eyes. I cover my mouth and laugh. Omid bumps my leg with his.

  “That shit is hilarious,” he leans to whisper in my ear. “You see why I love her.”

  I nod my head as a snort slips free. I glance at my family and they’re holding back their own laughter. Even my dad has mirth in his eyes.

  “Omid, he reminds me of you when you were this small,” Javed booms as if his wives aren’t having a little catfight at the dinner table. “He will have your eyes.”

  Hana scoffs. “I doubt that. He was not as that dark. Gulzar would have given him beautiful Iranian babies.”

  I’m ready to get in this bitch’s ass. Before I can Omid does a damn good job for me. I mean, he takes everyone by surprise.

  * * *

  Omid

  My glass is half to mouth when my mother makes her disgusting remark about my child. I stand so fast my chair falls back. I toss the glass in my hand across the room. It hits the wall and shatters.

  “Aklını mı kaçırdın? You must have lost it. What the fuck is wrong with you? Is it not enough you’re the reason my wife went into early labor. Are you trying to give me a fucking stroke now?”

  “Omid,” she gasps.

  “Don’t Omid me. You make my head want to explode. Listen to me and hear me. Don’t fucking disrespect my wife and children again. Don’t mention another woman in front her, don’t insinuate that I’ll take another wife, don’t compare her to women that will never amount to half of who she is, don’t breathe a damn word that makes her feel like less than the princess she is.

  “In a span of months, Divine is more of a mother than you have ever been to me. I love this woman and my children with everything I am. I’d bleed for them,” I pound at my chest.

  “You come here not knowing a thing about me or her. This woman built her own business off of three dollars. She’s running that business, raising my children, and every night she still has a smile on her face asking how she can please me?

  “Not intimately, but mentally. She listens to what I’m saying, to where I want to go in life, what I want to do. She respects my choices,” I pound my fist on the table.

  “Omid,” my father tries.

  I turn my glare on him. I’m not done. My ears are on fire.

  “No. Why are you here, Baba? To tell me I disgraced you? Guess what? I don’t give a fuck. I’m one of the best in my field.

  “I’ve developed medications that have helped women.” I lift my hands. “I use these hands to help bring life into this world. Allah is always with me. My survival rate is impeccable.

  “Twenty years! I loved and waited for this woman for twenty years. She has always been and will always be the only woman for me.” I turn to Mr. Favors.

  “How many wives does my father have? Three. How many will I have? One. What religion do I practice? I practice Islam and will teach my children the teachings of Allah, but their mother will also teach them her beliefs because her god has answered her praises just as mine has.

  “Make no mistakes. When my daughter was born and wasn’t breathing, it was the prayers I prayed mixed with the ones my wife prayed that gave me the strength to focus and be my wife’s motherfucking everything to get our little girl breathing.

  “That’s who I am to her, that’s who she is to me. Don’t judge me before you get to know me.

  “I’m the man that’s going to love her with every breath I have. I’m the man that’s going to provide everything she needs and makes sure she wants for nothing. I’m the man that’s going to walk over the corpse of any man that dares touch her or threaten her life. I know that shit with everything I am.” I reach down and grab my wife’s hand, pulling her from her seat.

  “Everyone in this room take a look and understand this. I am and will always be Prince Omid Arman Vahid and this… this my only wife. The queen of my soul, the fire of my life. Princess Divine Nika Vahid.

  “We don’t need anyone else’s throne, we’ve built our own. Respect it or don’t come around my family. And don’t ever talk of my children as if they’re less or beneath you.”

  My chest is heaving. I need fresh air. Closing my eyes, I reel it in as much as I can. “Excuse my language.” I pull Divine’s hand to my lips and kiss it. “I need to step out.”

  “Omid,” Anne Sassa says softly.

  “I need a moment to myself. Please, no one follow me.”

  I tug at my suit jacket and turn to leave the room. I find myself outside the restaurant pacing back and forth. I promised myself I wouldn’t lose it.

  It’s Divine’s birthday. She deserves better, which is why I wasn’t going to sit there and allow them to keep going with the bullshit.

  It’s late. The street around the restaurant is quiet. I look up at the sky and close my eyes. I grind my teeth. This could only be my life.

  “Such bullshit,” I mutter.

  Opening my eyes, I shove one hand in my pants pocket and pull the other down my face. I’m so lost in thought, I don’t take notice of the man walking toward me until he’s right upon me. He thrusts a hand out at me, but I block it and throw a palm into his throat. I’m taken by surprise, still my reflexes are quick.

  Someone else grabs my shoulder. I grab their hand and twist it as I turn to face the person. The squealing of tires fills the air as I continue to fight off the two men trying to attack me.

  All I can think about are my wife and children inside. I will not be mugged or murdered on this street. I kick out and snap the leg of one. He cries out and crumbles to the ground.

  Throwing an elbow at the face of the other, I dance away from him. It’s then that the doors of a van open and four more men jump out. Realization hits. This isn’t a random robbery.

  If my father is behind this I’m going to flatten his entire world. With renewed strength, I keep fighting. That’s until someone pricks me in the neck. I stumble to the side and my vision blurs. Someone throws something over my head as I start to fall forward.

  No. I try to roar the word but nothing comes out.

  Chapter 38

  Trusted Help

  Divine

  “Did that boy just talk to me like that?” my father says.

  I palm my face and place my elbows on the table. My head is spinning. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

  “Man, Daddy, you deserved that. You asked him all them questions the first time you met him but you never gave him a chance to answer. Told you then you were wrong,” Patience chides.

  “Javed, this has gotten out of control. You need to do something about
this,” Hana says.

  I scoff. She’s still at it. I lift my head to see Javed glaring at her.

  “Enough,” he barks. “I’ve lost years with my son to make you happy. He doesn’t want the life you’re trying to force on him. Stop your meddling. Do you not see the beautiful grandchildren you’re costing us? I won’t have it. Shut your mouth. Don’t say another word.”

  “About time,” my mother mutters.

  The table erupts into chatter. My mother gives my father a piece of her mind. Javed barks orders of who he’s sending back to Iran without him.

  Meanwhile, I get this feeling in my stomach. Something isn’t right. The nagging feeling just grows with each second that passes.

  I know Omid wanted to be alone, but I can’t sit here any longer with this sense of dread clawing at me. Seeing that the twins are safe and watching the uproar around them like a soap opera, I push back from the table. Standing, I grab my cell phone.

  When I start out of the private room, I take notice of the commotion going on outside the restaurant. I pick up the pace, going from a walk to a run. When I push out of the front doors, Kevin catches me around the waist gently pushing me back.

  “Go back inside,” he commands.

  “What’s going on? Where’s Omid?”

  He places his hands on my shoulders and levels his hazel-green eyes with my brown ones. “Please, Divine. We’re handling it.”

  My heart is pounding. I try to side step him but he moves with me. Frustrated, I return my gaze to his and ball my fists at my sides.

  “Handling what? Where’s my husband?” I try to look around him.

  “My security cams have footage of him being abducted. We’re on it,” he says calmly.

  “What?” I gasp. “You’re a chef. What do you mean you’re on it? Call the police.”