Chapter 119
DAMIAN’S POV
Cindy let out a loud gasp, her hand jerking away from my boner.
I watched her eyes bulge like saucers, her plump lips parting in a gasp that made my cock twitch under the thin hospital blanket.
She blinked hard, once, twice, her cheeks flooding with that deep crimson blush that always drove me fucking wild.
Her breath hitched, chest heaving under that tight white blouse, her full tits straining against the fabric like they were desperate to spill out.
My smirk stretched slowly even as my ribs throbbed like a bitch.
But fuck the pain, every nerve in my body was screaming for her.
“Do it, baby,” I rasped, my voice thick with the ache of missing her pussy for way too damn long.
“Miss you so fuckin’ much. Need you wrapped round my cock right now.”
She stammered, her voice a breathy whisper that shot straight to my balls.
“You… you’re seriously not kidding? Damian, this is insane.”
Her gaze dropped to the tent in the blanket, and I saw her thighs press together subtly, like she was already getting slick just thinking about it.
Her nipples poked through her blouse, hard as diamonds.
I giggled inwardly.
Horny little thing,
“Ain’t kiddin’, Cin,” I growled, shifting my hips just enough to grind my hard-on against the air, letting her see the outline of my thick shaft pulsing hungrily for her.
“Want you bad. Been a whole week since I had you last.”
She darted another glance at the door, biting her lower lip so hard it turned white, her face a warzone of worry and raw lust.
“But your ribs… you’re all bandaged up. And what if someone walks in? A nurse, the doctor… fuck, Damian, this is a hospital!”
I reached up, ignoring the dull burn in my side, tracing my fingers along her jaw, down her throat, feeling her pulse hammer under my touch.
“This a private ward, baby. And they told me to rest, yeah? Trust me, nobody bustin’ in here for hours.”
My hand dipped lower, brushing the swell of her breast, thumbing her nipple through the fabric until she whimpered.
“And you? You the only cure I need right now. Make me feel damn good, baby. Please.”
Her breath quickened, those big eyes flickering with doubt, but I saw the crack, the way her pupils blew wide, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Seeing her like that, fuck, it made my heart and balls tighten at the same time.
I wasn’t just horny, I needed her closeness, her heat, to remind me I was alive after that bullshit accident.
“You ain’t gonna hurt me,” I promised, my voice dropping to a husky plea.
“You’ll be gentle. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. But right now, the only pain I got is this ache in my balls from not buryin’ myself in you.”
She hesitated, her hands trembling as they hovered near my dick, but then her expression shifted, eyes hooded with that filthy hunger I loved.
“Play along with me,” I said, grinnin’ just a little.
“One of my fantasies, you know. Sexy nurse takin’ care of her patient. Come on, nurse. This patient sick for you.”
A soft laugh bubbled up, shaky but game.
“Fine, you crazy bastard.”
She stood, sauntered to the door with a sway in her hips that made her ass jiggle, and clicked the lock.
Coming back, she paused at the bed’s foot, peeling off her jacket slowly, like a striptease.
Her fingers worked the top buttons of her blouse, popping them one by one, revealing lacy white bra cups overflowing with her tits.
My eyes popped.
The fuck??? Since when did her boobs get so massive???
I grinned to myself, power of gettin’ fucked real good.
She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the stethoscope off the IV stand, and dangled it between her fingers like a toy.
“Alright, Mr. Thorne,” she purred, slipping into that sultry nurse voice that made my cock leak pre-cum.
“Time for your check-up. Where does it hurt?”
She leaned over me, her tits dangling heavy and full, swaying with each breath. Her hard nipples poking against the lacy bra like they were begging for my teeth.
The cold stethoscope pressed to my chest, but all I could focus on was her horny gaze, parted lips, and the way her thighs were rubbing together as she got wetter by the second.
“Heartbeat’s off the charts,” she murmured, her free hand trailing down my abs. “But I think the real issue’s down here.”
She yanked the blanket back, exposing my throbbing cock, veiny and rock-hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, horny as fuck.
She licked her lips, a low moan escaping as she stared.
“Jesus, Mr. Thorne… this looks like it needs immediate attention.”
Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, soft and teasing at first, stroking slow from base to tip, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head in lazy circles.
“Does it hurt when I jerk you like this?” she whispered dirty, her grip tightening, pumping me with a filthy twist that made my balls draw up tight.