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Before I can answer, he’s got a blue square package in his hand. He tears it open and then, to my wide-eyed horror, starts putting it on.
I should look away, but I can’t find enough modesty to do so. I openly stare as he rolls the thin rubber sheath up his swollen shaft, using the fingers on his casted hand to pinch the tip. His eyes once again find mine when he’s done, and my body swells under his gaze, nipples hardening against the inside of my top; the space between my legs becoming heavy and damp.
“I…” My voice comes out all squeak and I try again, “I thought we were having a conversation.”
“You’re having a conversation, Doc. I’m ending it. Now turn over. Get on your hands and knees.”
“Are you serious?”
Before the question’s fully out of my mouth, his hands are on me. Cast bumping different parts of my body as he pulls my long-sleeved pajama top up and over my head.
His eyes darken at the sight of my breasts, now fully exposed.
“Wait—” I start to say, crossing my arms over them. Only to be interrupted again when he easily places me on my stomach.
The doctor in me wants to warn him about putting too much strain on his fractured arm. And the woman in me is screaming, shocked to find herself face forward on the bed less than a minute after having introduced a very awkward point of conversation.
My conflicting responses all add up to one outraged, “What the hell are you doing?!” when he crawls over my back.
“Teaching you a lesson about thinking too much,” he answers matter-of-factly before roughly pulling down my pajama pants. I gasp. Once, and then again when he lowers his body down on mine.
It’s a strange position. A very strange position. I’m flat on my stomach and he covers me like a blanket. But when he shoves my legs further apart with his muscular thighs and settles his heavy cock into the back of my pussy, my body responds like it’s just been hit with a defibrillator. I buck, then buzz from every nerve ending as I helplessly squirm beneath him.
“No, don’t…”
“Is that a real no?” he asks, dark and low in my ear. “I want to make you feel good, Doc. But if you don’t want that from me, tell me right now and I’ll get off you.”
It is a real no…at least it should be. But my body is buzzing so hard now. The ribbed duvet cover of the bed playing havoc against my exposed clit. I can’t stop myself from squirming, from lifting my hips off the bed, only to find his cock. Then settling back down, only to have the blanket rub against my engorged clit all over again.
I have never in my life been put in such a position…or been so turned on by it.
He takes my silence for acquiescence, or perhaps my squirming which, on the face of it, could easily be taken for what it actually is. Wanting. I’m now so helpless with desire, I’m going against everything I believe and know. So desperate to have him fill me, that neither my mind nor my body knows what to do.
I gasp when he pushes into me, giving me all of him in one hard stroke. I’m so wet, it’s easy for him to get all the way in, even in this position. Above me, I hear a deep, approving growl tumble out of him.
Right before his voice turns mean.
“You wanted to have a conversation,” he practically snarls into my ear. “Let’s have a conversation. How about we talk about how lost I was feeling before I met you? So fucking confused and weak. Then I saw you. Beautiful as hell. Teaching dying kids to sing. How about we have a conversation about you showing up in my room with that sandwich and that music?”
He thrusts into me again and again, his voice hard and nasty. “If you really want to talk so bad, let’s talk about you telling me you’re my family now. Let’s talk about you bringing me into your home so I could give you what you deserve. Everything you deserve for being such a beautiful angel to me.”
I cry out, his words and his rolling thrusts devastating me, melting
Before I can answer, he’s got a blue square package in his hand. He tears it open and then, to my wide-eyed horror, starts putting it on.
I should look away, but I can’t find enough modesty to do so. I openly stare as he rolls the thin rubber sheath up his swollen shaft, using the fingers on his casted hand to pinch the tip. His eyes once again find mine when he’s done, and my body swells under his gaze, nipples hardening against the inside of my top; the space between my legs becoming heavy and damp.
“I…” My voice comes out all squeak and I try again, “I thought we were having a conversation.”
“You’re having a conversation, Doc. I’m ending it. Now turn over. Get on your hands and knees.”
“Are you serious?”
Before the question’s fully out of my mouth, his hands are on me. Cast bumping different parts of my body as he pulls my long-sleeved pajama top up and over my head.
His eyes darken at the sight of my breasts, now fully exposed.
“Wait—” I start to say, crossing my arms over them. Only to be interrupted again when he easily places me on my stomach.
The doctor in me wants to warn him about putting too much strain on his fractured arm. And the woman in me is screaming, shocked to find herself face forward on the bed less than a minute after having introduced a very awkward point of conversation.
My conflicting responses all add up to one outraged, “What the hell are you doing?!” when he crawls over my back.
“Teaching you a lesson about thinking too much,” he answers matter-of-factly before roughly pulling down my pajama pants. I gasp. Once, and then again when he lowers his body down on mine.
It’s a strange position. A very strange position. I’m flat on my stomach and he covers me like a blanket. But when he shoves my legs further apart with his muscular thighs and settles his heavy cock into the back of my pussy, my body responds like it’s just been hit with a defibrillator. I buck, then buzz from every nerve ending as I helplessly squirm beneath him.
“No, don’t…”
“Is that a real no?” he asks, dark and low in my ear. “I want to make you feel good, Doc. But if you don’t want that from me, tell me right now and I’ll get off you.”
It is a real no…at least it should be. But my body is buzzing so hard now. The ribbed duvet cover of the bed playing havoc against my exposed clit. I can’t stop myself from squirming, from lifting my hips off the bed, only to find his cock. Then settling back down, only to have the blanket rub against my engorged clit all over again.
I have never in my life been put in such a position…or been so turned on by it.
He takes my silence for acquiescence, or perhaps my squirming which, on the face of it, could easily be taken for what it actually is. Wanting. I’m now so helpless with desire, I’m going against everything I believe and know. So desperate to have him fill me, that neither my mind nor my body knows what to do.
I gasp when he pushes into me, giving me all of him in one hard stroke. I’m so wet, it’s easy for him to get all the way in, even in this position. Above me, I hear a deep, approving growl tumble out of him.
Right before his voice turns mean.
“You wanted to have a conversation,” he practically snarls into my ear. “Let’s have a conversation. How about we talk about how lost I was feeling before I met you? So fucking confused and weak. Then I saw you. Beautiful as hell. Teaching dying kids to sing. How about we have a conversation about you showing up in my room with that sandwich and that music?”
He thrusts into me again and again, his voice hard and nasty. “If you really want to talk so bad, let’s talk about you telling me you’re my family now. Let’s talk about you bringing me into your home so I could give you what you deserve. Everything you deserve for being such a beautiful angel to me.”
I cry out, his words and his rolling thrusts devastating me, melting
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