Chapter 233 THE FERTILITY DOCTOR’S EXPERIMENT pt 3

Chapter 233 THE FERTILITY DOCTOR’S EXPERIMENT pt 3
Maggie’s legs were still trembling as Dr. Julian Hawthorne helped her sit up on the exam chair. His thick cum was leaking slowly down her inner thighs in warm, sticky trails. She felt utterly used, her pussy pulsing with aftershocks, yet a deep, satisfied warmth spread through her entire body like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Julian didn’t rush to clean her up or end the session. Instead, he stood between her spread legs, his broad chest still rising and falling, cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined juices. He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, his piercing blue eyes dark with raw desire.

“You did so incredibly well, Maggie,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “Your body responds to me like it was made for this. So wet. So eager. So perfectly tight around my cock.”

Maggie blushed deeply, her chest still heaving. “I’ve never… felt anything like that before. Not even close.”

Julian smiled, that handsome, confident smile that made her stomach flutter. He leaned in and kissed her — not like a doctor, but like a man who truly wanted her. Deep, slow, and possessive. His tongue slid against hers as one of his strong hands moved between her legs, rubbing his own cum into her swollen, sensitive folds.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispered against her lips, nipping her bottom lip gently. “The full treatment requires multiple loads. We need to make sure your womb is properly flooded and your body fully accepts the conception process.”

He helped her down from the chair with surprising gentleness for such a broad, powerful man. Then he bent her over the padded exam table, her ass raised high, breasts pressed against the cool surface. Maggie gripped the edges of the table tightly as Julian stepped behind her.

He rubbed the thick, heavy head of his cock up and down her cum-slick pussy, teasing her entrance. “Look at you,” he groaned, voice rough with lust. “Dripping with my cum and still begging for more.”

“Julian…” Maggie moaned, pushing back against him.

He thrust back inside her in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Maggie cried out at the stretch, her walls clenching around his thick length.

“Fuck, Julian… you’re so big,” she gasped.

“That’s it,” he growled, gripping her hips with his large hands. “Say my name while I fuck you properly.”

He started thrusting harder, deeper, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her clit. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock plunging into her cum-filled pussy filled the entire treatment room. Julian reached around and rubbed her clit in tight, expert circles while pounding her relentlessly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, leaning over her back, his broad chest pressing against her. “Tight, hot, and dripping for me. I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the moment I read your file. Since I saw how beautiful and desperate you were.”

Maggie’s moans grew louder and more desperate. The chemistry between them was electric — raw, intense, and dangerously addictive. Julian fucked like he owned her, yet every thrust felt like worship. He knew exactly how to angle his hips, exactly how deep to go, exactly when to slow down and grind against her g-spot.

“Harder,” she begged, surprising herself with how needy she sounded. “Please, Julian… fuck me harder. I need it.”

He growled in approval, a deep, masculine sound that made her pussy clench. His hips slammed against her ass as he railed her, one hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her back arch, the other rubbing her clit relentlessly.

“You’re going to cum on my cock again,” he commanded, voice rough with lust. “I want to feel this pretty pussy milk every drop out of me.”

Maggie shattered for the second time.

She cried out his name as her orgasm crashed through her like a wave. Her walls clenched tightly around his thick cock, squeezing him rhythmically as she squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and the floor beneath them. Julian groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as possible, pumping another heavy, thick load straight into her womb.

He stayed inside her afterward, both of them breathing hard. Julian kissed the back of her neck tenderly, his hands gently caressing her sides and hips.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, still buried deep. “Most patients are nervous and clinical during these sessions. You… you give yourself completely. You surrender so beautifully. It’s rare. And it’s fucking addictive.”

Maggie turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, flushed and glowing. “I’ve never been fucked like this in my life. You’re… dangerous, Dr. Hawthorne. The way you touch me, the way you talk to me… I shouldn’t want this so much.”

Julian chuckled softly and slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped from her used, puffy pussy. He turned her around, lifted her onto the exam table, and kissed her again — slower this time, almost tenderly.

“This is only the beginning, Maggie,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “Tomorrow, some of my colleagues will join us for your next session. But I’ll still be the one who fucks you first every single time. I want to be the one who opens you up, who fills you first.”

He helped her clean up with surprising care, wiping her thighs and pussy gently with warm cloths, kissing her softly between every touch. There was a strange, intoxicating mix of raw lust and genuine tenderness in the way he handled her.

As Maggie left the clinic on shaky legs, cum still leaking into her fresh panties, her mind was spinning.

She wasn’t just doing this to get pregnant anymore.

She was doing it because she craved Julian Hawthorne, his hands, his voice, his cock, and the dangerous chemistry that made her feel more alive than she had in years.

And she couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s “treatment.”