The doctor begins to examine her vagina, shining a light against her genitals as he takes a closer look. He clicks off the light and pushes himself backwards so he’s able to make eye contact with her once more. The doctor’s nostrils flare as he strips the blue latex gloves from his hands, disposing them into a small stainless steel trashcan beside the bed.
“What is it?” The woman swallows a nervous lump and waits anxiously for the results.
He locks his eyes with her and then grunts out, “You were right when you said stress.” He rises to his feet, moves to the side of the bed and lowers it until she’s lying flat. He leans over her face and whispers against her ear, “The problem is that you have a very selfish husband who doesn’t help you work off that stress. Lucky for you, I have just the cure.”
With one agile hand, he unties his blue pants and they drop to the floor, exposing his bare, taut ass and a raging erection. He tilts his head, continues watching her intently as his hand trails down to her vagina. She gasps when he first caresses his hand over her opening, and then squints tightly as he pushes a finger inside.
“It’s a simple remedy,” he murmurs softly while he fucks her with one finger, burying himself knuckle deep with a particular rhythm that seems to pull the woman inside out. His free hand drops to his erect cock where he begins to stroke himself in long, careful strokes.
It’s not too long until she’s throwing her head backwards against the leather of the hospital bed, gasping for air as her chest rises and falls. I’ve seen that look before, seen it earlier in the evening as I practiced with the purple dildo I was gifted from Willow.
I saw the buildup in my own mirror as I broke around the toy. It’s the same face on the woman as she lets out a stifled cry and comes around the doctor’s hand.
I’m breathing heavier, harder too. And when I look back to Jack, I see him focused more intently on the scene than ever before. But I also realize my hand has drifted to his thigh. I choke on my breath as I do the unthinkable, I push my hand up his thigh and towards the erection in his pants.
I do it without thinking, because that’s the only way I imagine I’m going to make it through this night.
But when his eyes catch mine, I just about faint. I just about bolt out the door. Only, I don’t. I’m stuck in place, his eyes locked with mine. He breathes heavy too, and his jaw is clenched tight.
It’s more than a little comforting—if it’s even possible to be comfortable in this position—that he also seems to be on edge.
He swallows harshly, and then grinds out between gritted teeth, “So you wanted to know what I do with my free nights. Either you’re in or you’re out, Grace. I like to be in control and I like it rough and dirty. If you’re going to back out, now’s the time.”
12
Jack
I’m standing in front of my hotel room door, I’m violating every single one of my rules, but my cock doesn’t seem to care. And why should it? It’s not like my second head has anything to lose. See, my cock likes to call the shots without any concern that there might be consequences.
My erection threatens to punch a hole through my jeans as I fumble the keycard into the slit of the hotel door. Fuck, I think to myself, the door seems to be jammed. Finally I manage to get the it open.
I waste no time grabbing Grace’s hand and pulling her inside, closing the door behind her and throwing her hard against it. It’s dark, the only light coming from a streetlight outside on the corner.
She’s not so innocent here, her eyes dark and needy. Maybe that’s just from the lack of light, the darkness surrounding us. Or maybe she is as hot after what happened as I am. I pin her tight against the door, revel in the way she lets out the muffled squeal.
She’s still playing the part, and I’m about to play her like a finely tuned guitar. Play her with my fingers. Play her with my cock. By the end of the night, I might have just ended up fucking all her secrets out of her.
I press my lips against hers. She’s still too inexperienced, using her teeth when I try to lap my tongue against hers. I pull back and search her face with my gaze.
If she’s playing me, then I more than deserve this. My cock begs to be released from my pants, so fucking hard that it hurts. Whether or not this is all an act on her end, it’s clear that she obviously wants me to fuck her, and I might as well get something out of this situation.
She lunges forward, showing a newfound desire to take charge. A cold hand presses against my cheek as she kisses me softly at first and then a little harder. As much as it seems awkward, part of me can’t deny that I like it. She’s different. Shy but uninhibited in her efforts. I could teach her, but I sort of want her to keep doing it the way she does.
And I have better uses for her mouth anyway.
I grab her by the waist, spin her around, and push her backwards so that she stumbles onto the bed. Before she can recover, before she can react, I’m climbing on top of her, peeling my button-down shirt away from my chest.
I dispose of the cotton on the floor and skate one hand up her leg and underneath her thin black dress. She’s smooth as porcelain, skin so soft and supple, I have to grit my teeth to try and take it slow.
I make her watch me as I inch my way up her toned legs, her dress hitching higher and higher the further upwards I crawl until my hand caresses her plump ass. I give it a playful squeeze, causing her body to push against mine as she reacts to my touch.
She’s breathing heavy, her chest heaving to the same rhythm my cock pumps in my pants. Neither of us is naked enough, so I make quick work draping the straps of her dress down her shoulders before pulling the light fabric free from her body.
We’ve been together before. We’ve done things.
Correction, I’ve done things.
To her. For her. I’ve given her a little tease what I’m capable of, and if the way she broke just by the touch of my hand is any indication, she’s never going to be the same once I plunge my cock deep inside her.
She’s nervous, watches me intently as she drops back down to her back wearing nothing but a matching pair of thongs and a black bra. I’ve never seen her this way—almost bare, I mean. She’s fucking gorgeous. But I’m not here to admire her beauty, I’m here to make her fucking scream and finally get off properly, the way I’ve been denied since I first laid eyes on her the first day of the new semester.
“I’m giving you one last out,” I grind out, hoping she doesn’t take that option but knowing it will haunt me if I don’t. “This is your last chance to run.”
She swallows a nervous lump in her throat as she lays a hand upon my bare shoulder. “I’m staying.”
“Then I can’t be held responsible for what comes next.”
I climb back on top of her and steal her breath with a brutal kiss as my fingers dance with her throat. I push my body against hers, knocking her knees wide so that I can climb between her thighs.
We’ve all been teens before. By the age of seventeen most people I know were proper dry-humping professionals. I grind my fabric-clad erection against her as I eagerly taste her sweet cherry mouth.
One hand drops to her hips and I make quick work of her panties, sliding them down one leg before she assists and kicks them free. I straddle her from above with my arms, placing a palm on either side of her head as I thrust my body against hers, reveling in every silent gasp that escapes from her pretty little mouth.
I’m not going to make it much longer. I might just end up creaming in these pants before I can free myself if I don’t hurry the hell up. A part of me knows that if she’s really as innocent as she claims that I should take my time, but I’m basically too far-gone at this point.
I crouch to my knees, unzip my fly and push both my pants and black underwear off in one quick motion. Drop back down on top of her, this time my erection coming in contact with her skin for the first time.
I just about fucking nut right then and there.
The friction’s going to kill me, my impossib
ly hard cock so goddamn close to her pussy.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask, reaching between her thighs and testing her wetness. She says something but the slick heat of her pussy renders me deaf. She is nodding, though.
Good enough. I prop up the weight of my body with the strength of one hand as I reach down to guide my cock against her opening. No point in stringing this first time out. I can eat her alive the next time. For now, we both need to come more than we need air.
She groans as I press against her. Squeezes her eyes shut as I thrust all the way to the hilt in one, smooth motion. Her hand rises to my back, fingers dig into my skin, nails breaking through the surface. Her eyes are wide, her breathing hushed, her mouth hanging open as she adjusts to my width.
I drop my free hand to the other side of her head and grip the sheets as tight as I can as I begin to pull out, eliciting a long, drawn out moan from her. I can’t help but to growl in satisfaction as I thrust back into her with one sharp motion.
Her nails dig deeper into my back, which tends to be a sign that I’m doing my job well, so I pick up the pace and begin to thrust into her faster and harder, deeper too. She cries softly through moans and groans as I pound into her.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long, waiting since I first saw her. I’ve jerked off to this scenario countless times in my apartment, in my car, even in my fucking office. But none of that could have prepared me for just how fucking tight—
Virgin! my conscience blares as she goes stiff beneath me. There is little to no give in those muscles because Grace Farrow is a legit fucking virgin.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I come to a halt above her. My eyes bore down into hers and I see the heat of need mingled with the shock of pain. A tingle of guilt flirts with my soul, realizing with absolute certainty, and for the first time, that she really is an innocent.
Was an innocent.
I think about stopping altogether, think that maybe I’ve really done it this time, that I’ve really crossed the line. But my brain is scrambled by the feeling of her clutching so tight on my throbbing cock that, fuck it, lines are meant to be crossed and this isn’t exactly something that can be undone. Whatever consequences there might be, it’s too late to turn back. I’ll pay the price when the time comes.
But before I do that, I need to make this good for her. I owe her that at the very least.
It takes every bit of willpower I can muster—and there doesn’t seem to be much left in the entirety of my body—to not continue slamming into her, because I’m not sure I’ve ever had better pussy in my life.
But fuck. Just fucking fuck.
“What’s wrong?” she questions in a low sheepish tone. “Did I do something wrong?”
No.
I answer her question with a gentle shake of my head, and grimace as I pull my cock free from her clutching pussy. She rises up to her elbows and looks at me with apprehensive eyes, then looks away like she’s ashamed.
But there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
I was being inconsiderate by not prepping her properly and although I want to rock her world, I don’t want to hurt her. So, I crawl backwards, arching my back until I’m face-to-face with her sweet, hot cunt.
“I just forgot something, is all,” I murmur, prepping to make sure she’s really ready before we finish what we started.
Grace
The ache inside me doesn’t ebb as his hot breath washes over me.
“Wh… What are you doing?” I stammer, watching him intently as he lowers his mouth closer. I prop myself up on my elbows and impatiently wait for an answer, wondering why he stopped. It had felt so good. Almost too full to the point of pain but also to the point of ecstasy. I’d felt like I was on the cusp of coming harder than I’d ever come in my life and was desperate for more.
“I don’t--” he begins, his voice husky and raspy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You weren’t.” I shake my head. “You weren’t hurting me.”
Lie. I was in a little pain but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
“Doesn’t matter. Gives me a chance to do this,” he mutters, a second before he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my clit. I arch against the cushion, my breath catching in my throat. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and my thighs tense as I try to press closer.
“Oh, god,” I murmur, hot licks of need coursing through me. His tongue is pressing against that tight bud of nerves, and I can’t get enough. Slowly at first, savoring, tasting, and then more quickly, in a rhythm that has me fluttering my hips against him.
“Jack, please,” I gasp, already fisting my hands in his hair, urging him upward. He won’t be deterred, licking and tasting until my muscles shake. Just when I think I can’t bear it another second, he draws my tight little clit into his mouth and begins to suck in gentle, rhythmic pulls. The sensation is so sublime, it makes me buck so hard, I almost knock him off me. He grips my hips in his strong hands and hold me firm as the pressure steadily builds, like a river after a heavy rain. My body quakes with the effort of trying to control it. Manage it in some way that won’t leave me wrecked when it’s over.
“Jack, please, I need to come. I can’t--”
My breath leaves my body in a whoosh as he takes my clit gently between his teeth and rubs his tongue against the aching knot just as he skims a hand over my stomach. He growls as I strain toward him…toward it. The orgasm that waits like a golden beacon, right there.
Then he dips a finger inside of me and my body freezes, another cry escaping my lips without my consent.
“So tight," he groans against me, his voice all grit and need, his heated breath fanning my skin. He pulses that finger inside me and I’m flying.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel that thick cock deep inside me.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Jack. Now!”
“Are you sure?” he grinds out, his eyes burning wild and intense.
“Yeah,” I nod. “I’m sure.”
Anything to get you back inside me.
He crawls back on top of me and kisses me passionately, deeply. He drops a hand behind my head and pulls me deeper into his mouth. It’s wet and messy, just the way it’s supposed to be.
And when he slides his cock back into me, I’m not prepared. Not really. A loud gasp rips across my lips, but he stifles it by closing his teeth over my bottom lip in a sharp nip. I hold a hand firm at the back of his head as my own head drops back onto the pillow.
He’s absolute steel, made of pure muscle and adrenaline. In my wildest fantasies, he was never this perfect. He was never this intense. The muscles in his arms flex, expanding and pumping with every thrust of his cock inside me.
Everywhere, his muscles work in overdrive. He’s the epitome of a human machine, and in the back of my head I still can’t shake the idea that he uses this same body for nefarious reasons. Whether he’s a spy or a drug dealer, or something far worse, there’s something about him that’s dark.
It’s the same thing that pulls me into him. The same thing that makes me transform from the weak and meek little girl I’ve always been into someone that can go toe-to-toe with him.
I feel so many things inside my body, as if all my parts are turning in unison as he rocks into me over and over again. Sweat caresses his forehead at the lining of his hair, as damp locks fall just slightly over the edge of his face.
As I feel myself quickly barreling towards an inevitable climax, I force my eyes shut and focus on just enjoying this for what it is. I try to not worry about what happens after, which proves not very difficult to accomplish.
When my eyes flash open, he takes particular note and changes his pace. Instead of quick, short thrusts, he begins thrusting deeper but slower. It’s just about enough to send me over the edge, and the fierce expression that is on his gorgeous face doesn’t help at all in changing course.
The next thing I know, he slips free from me purposefully. Just when I’m about to inquire what h
e’s doing, he answers my question left unsaid as he grunts out, “Turn over.”
I swallow nervously but waste no time in doing as commanded, rolling over onto my stomach flat against the bed.
One strong hand slides beneath my stomach before he’s lifting me to my hands and knees, and I’m left staring at a mirror above the headboard I hadn’t even noticed was there before.
In the mirror, I see him lick his tongue against the underside of his palm and then drop his slick hand to pump his cock before both hands find themselves on opposite hips.
He thrusts in balls deep in one quick motion, forcing a scream from my throat.
I’m slightly embarrassed, my cheeks flushing red but there’s no time to process what comes next. He slams into me, hitting the spot over and over and just when I don’t think it’s possible to feel any better than I do right now…
He drops one hand to my pussy and begins to caress my clit, all the while continuing to fuck me from behind. It’s all too much, but in the most amazing way.
My body jolts forward with every thrust of his cock inside me. His hardness and thickness is better than that stupid purple toy could ever be. It did not adequately prepare me for this.
I try to control my breathing—harsh and ragged—but it’s no use. Just the same, I can no longer stifle the cries that beg to be freed from my lips.
My eyes draw closed once more as I feel myself breaking around his cock, forcing my entire body into a shocked state as my entire being begins to spasm. My fingers curl into the sheets beneath me, gripping them so tight that I pull them free from the mattress.
All my strength is being used to keep myself propped up as I continue to shatter around him, my world changing in an instant.
“Fuck,” he groans and slams into me, harder and deeper. Over and over. My body is still quaking and jerking as he pulls out and I feel hot jets of come painting my lower back and ass.
I glance up at the mirror to see his muscular chest heaving and him fighting for air as his weight drops forward and against my own body, forcing me to collapse onto my stomach. His body falls onto mine, hot and sweaty.
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