Chapter 17 Dripping Pussy
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ayra's POV
My eyes darted to Justin. To my surprise, he seemed to have fallen asleep.
Well, maybe he was tired. I walked to the closet, put on a dress, and then went to the door.
I opened it gently so it wouldn’t make noise and closed it gently behind me.
My eyes fell on the person in front of me. Philip.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, anger evident in my voice.
“I came to see you,” he said as he moved closer to me.
I shifted back. “I’m sorry, I don’t have time. I need to sleep,” I said. Without giving him a chance to say anything, I went back inside.
Immediately I closed the door, I saw Justin already seated on the bed. “Who was that?” he asked.
I sighed as I walked closer to him. “A colleague of mine,” I said and sat on his thigh.
Since he hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes, that made everything even easier.
He didn’t push the conversation further. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. I removed the dress and threw it across the room.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered as he parted my legs.
I smiled at him. His cock rubbed the entrance of my slippery wet pussy.
I arched my back. In one swift move, he slid his hard cock straight into my pussy.
“Arghhhh…” I moaned loudly. He didn’t even give me slow movements. He started ramming hard.
“Fuckkkkk, yesssss,” I moaned loudly as he continued fucking me hard and fast.
Unlike Mike, who spoke dirty alot and acted a little dominant while fucking, Justin was the straight-to-the-point kind of guy. He was here to give my pussy what it deserved.
My boobs bounced wildly. “Shitt, I miss this feeling,” he murmured as he continued fucking me hard.
My eyes rolled as I tried to hold my orgasm, but it was useless. I was a sucker for cock. My pussy was too spoiled to hold an orgasm for long.
So I let it rip. My body twitched in different angles. “Fuckkkk, I’m cummingggggg!!” I screamed. My pussy tightened as I came hard on his cock.
“Arghhh,” Justin groaned but kept fucking me through my orgasm.
I couldn’t hold it in. I bit my lips hard. Fuck, he had some stamina for someone who had just come back from a long journey.
“Fuckkk, yesss, screw your sister’s pusssyyy,” I moaned, holding the duvet so tight that it could have torn if it wasn’t thick enough.
My toes curled. A watery sound and the thick smell of sex filled the air.
“Shit, I’m closeee,” Justin said as his eyes stared glued to the way his cock kept drilling my hole.
He held my waist, then shifted his gaze to my face as he thrust hard. “Ouuu… Fuckkkkkk, I’m cummingggggg!!” I screamed, cumming for the third time in one night.
I didn’t think I could handle so much pleasure. I closed my eyes.
“FUCKKKK!!” Justin groaned loudly as he pulled out of my twitching pussy.
He came all over my pussy lips before he collapsed on the side of my bed. We both drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, the day was already bright. The spot right beside me was empty. Staring at my body, it seemed Justin had cleaned me up and put pajamas on me.
I smiled. Last night was crazy. I stood, my legs trembled slightly. I checked my phone and saw some notifications displayed on my home screen.
Some came from Bianca, and the rest from Mike. He had sent me five different texts asking where I was and why I didn’t come over.
I unlocked the phone to send him a text, telling him I had an emergency.
After that, I went to the restroom, showered, dressed in my work attire, and then went to the medical center.
When I entered, I attended to some of the people. When I was less busy, I decided to see Philip and give him a piece of my mind.
I wanted to knock, but I didn’t anyway. So I pushed the door open. Right at the desk was one of the most reserved nurses I knew.
She was bent over, getting fucked from behind. Immediately they saw me, they stopped instantly. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I walked out of the room.
I exhaled and went back to work. A cute little boy was brought in by his mother.
I checked his leg and noticed he had twisted his ankle. Now it was swollen.
I clamped my hands together. I needed to crack the bone into place. “Baby, this is going to hurt a little, okay?” I said to him with a smile.
But he just looked at me as though he didn’t understand what I was saying.
I told the mother to hold his hand. Then I bent, massaged his leg softly to calm him, straightened his leg, and in one move cracked the bone back.
Instantly, the little boy burst into tears, screaming and thrashing around.
The mother stood and petted him. Then I went to the other side of the room and wrote down some medicine in a book.
I gave it to the mother. “You should get the drugs and ointment,” I said.
“How will I use them?” She asked.
Dropping the pen, “You will rub the ointment on his leg and feed him the medicine to ease his pain, for two days,” I instructed.
She nodded, “Thank you, nurse,” she said with a smile.
I smiled at her. Then she left carrying her son in her arms.
I stretched my stiff hand as I walked out of the medical center going straight to the bench not too far.
As I sat on the bench, I took a deep breath. My phone vibrated. I stared at the notification.
A message from Mike read: “I need you.”
I exhaled. “But it’s work time,” I texted back.
“I will be quick,” another message popped in immediately.
“I don’t think I can come to your tent at this hour,” I replied, staring around me.
Going to his tent is a big NO, I wanted to text him to come meet me in my room.
But his text beats me to it. “Don’t worry, we can do it in the woods.”
My eyes widened. In the woods?