Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she hisses, and it becomes a mantra; she mutters the word over and over again as I pound into her, relentless now, in my pursuit of our mutual pleasure. A growl builds in my throat as I fuck her, moving in and out and in and out of her warm, wet center. I maintain a steady rhythm, punctuated by the slap of our flesh together and the panting of our breaths.
Kara suddenly reaches forward and digs her nails into my arm. Her blue eyes are wide, that sweet pout slightly parted. “Tell me how good it feels,” I command in a growl as she rises up onto her elbows, looking down where we’re joined with huge cornflower eyes as I fuck her. The sight is dirty, with my enormous shaft disappearing into that warm, wet hole.
“It feels so good,” she mewls.
“How good, baby?” I pick up the pace, slamming into her now, deftly working my hands on both of her jiggling breasts as she moans.
“So--fucking--good!”
I place my hand on her clit and begin rubbing it again, and she presses her lips tightly together, desperately trying not to cry out. “You’re going to stay quiet for me, right?” I tease her as I circle her clit, rubbing faster and faster until she’s quivering uncontrollably. “You’re not going to make any sound, right, baby?”
“Uh-huh…” She whines between chattering teeth.
Fuck. I am not going to be able to keep quiet myself for much longer, come to think of it. She’s moving her hips with mine, now, actively fucking me back. Miss James is certainly a fast learner. I lean down and kiss her deeply, our bodies moving together as one, my fingers still dancing on her clit, my cock pumping in and out of her, until she’s orgasming hard, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. She clenches down so tightly on my cock that I can’t help but come as well, burying my face in her neck as the intense release rocks me to my core.
Bursts of color leap behind my closed eyes, like fireworks. I place my lips at the crook of Kara’s neck, our torsos still pressed together as my cock releases every drop inside her.
“I… Rick, that was...,” she begins, and I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing the words up. Nothing can be said that could encapsulate the bliss I am feeling right now, and that I hope--and suspect--she’s feeling, too.
Soon, the temperature of the room cools, and our breathing slows, and we’re just doctor and patient again, sitting a little awkwardly in an examination room. We both put our clothes back on, laughing a little, smiling at each other when we think the other isn’t looking.
“Can I drive you back to campus, Kara?” I ask her. “I just finished my shift.”
She blushes. “Oh, no, that’s okay,” she says, running her fingers through her mussed hair. “I can just catch a bus or something.”
“It’s too late,” I insist. The thought of her alone on a bus, where some other creep could try to hit on her, makes my blood boil. I shake my head. “No. I’m absolutely taking you home. No arguments. Okay, honey?”
She looks up at me, biting her lip, and I think about ripping her clothes back off and revealing those big, bouncy tits again. Then, she smiles. “Okay.”
I grab my stuff, and we walk out of the hospital, mostly silent, to the parking garage. Concern weighs heavy in my chest. The passionate sex we had was incredible. It was better, in fact, than some I’ve had with far more experienced partners. Kara’s enthusiasm was contagious, and I am confident that she enjoyed every minute of it. Still, I worry that maybe I went too far.
“Kara,” I say, as we pull out of the parking garage and into the night. We have at least a half-hour’s drive ahead of us, so it’ll be better to get the awkwardness out of the way as soon as possible. “Are you sure that was okay? I know it was unexpected, and goddamnit, but I don’t want you to feel like you were taken advantage of twice tonight.”
Kara shakes her head, and then seems to remember she has a head wound. She winces a little, and smiles.
“I’m so glad that happened, Rick,” she says in a low voice, and takes my hand. I glance down, and it looks right to see her slim white fingers encased in my bigger bronze ones. “I felt so gross earlier tonight,” she continues. “Tainted. Dirty, even. I could still feel that creep’s hands on me.” She shudders a little, and then softens. “But you made me feel clean again. You made my first time something beautiful, and something to remember.” She looks down, no doubt to conceal a blush. “I couldn’t have asked for a better end to the night. Really. I mean it.”