Chapter 80 A Fuck-Session With My Gynecologist
SARAH;
This was ironic. My husband claimed I was never wet enough for him during sex but here I was, dripping wet and aching before this man even touched me.
His eyes darkened, dropping to my pink folds that stared right back at him.
Yes, I had shaved again.
Yes, I had come prepared.
So what?
His fingers reached up for the dark buckle of his belt, skillfully pulling off the leather and throwing it to the floor. “Fuck…look at you…” His hand hooked under my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge so he could nestle further in between my legs. “You're so wet…for me. Did you think about me, Sarah?”
His breath brushed against my neck, sending goosebumps trailing down my skin as he leaned in, finger tracing slow circles up my slit.
A shudder rolled through me, a pained whimper escaping me. “Oh my god, yes. Pleaseㅡ”
Doctor Carter used a hand to grip my thigh while the other grabbed the thick shaft of his dick, barely giving me time to catch a glimpse of it before I felt it nudging at my pussy.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, legs buckling as I felt the engorged head of his dick press into my eager pussy.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
My fingers scrambled for the edge of the bed, back pressed firmly into the sheets as I rocked forward to meet him halfway, making him hiss. “PleaseㅡOh my god. Pleaseㅡ” My words tumbled out in a desperate plea.
I should be ashamed. Taking his dick and crooning at how good it felt. How big it was. How it was ripping me apart.
Instead, my teeth gnashed, pain tangled with pleasure stoking deep in my belly as he dropped his face into the crook of my neck. “Fuck, Sarah. You have the tightest pussy I've ever felt…” He groaned.
His praise only served to make me shudder, pussy flushing with even more juices as I grabbed for his clothes, holding on to his white coat tightly as he finally pressed himself all the way in.
“Oh fuckㅡ”
“You like that?” He crooned, pulling out gently before pressing back in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his huge length. “You like when I talk about your pussy? How good it is? How warm and tight it feels?”
A strangled cry escaped me and I squeezed my eyes shut, my breathing becoming ragged. “Jesusㅡ”
“That's right, call for help, Sarah…” every word was accentuated with a sharp thrust that made my breasts jiggle, nipples aching from the lack of contact.
I needed him to touch him. Suck on it. Pay attention to it.
My fingers slid up his back to thread in his hair as I pushed his head down to my tits, the message clear.
His tongue lashed out, curling around a hardened peak with a rough swipe that my orgasm already beginning to build up within me.
He didn't even need to do much. Barely a minute in and I could already feel myself beginning to reach my peak.
“Your husband…” His breath was hot against my neck, hips beginning to fasten as the sound of his hips meeting mine began to echo in my ears. “Is a total bastard. Anyone who isn't on their knees and begging for this pussy doesn't know what they're missing out on. And I'm going to show you exactly what I mean, Sarah. I'll make you cum so many times that you will never have a reason to doubt the levels to which you can drive a man crazy.”
My fingers dug into the fabric of his coat, urging him closer as he drove into me with sharp deep thrusts that made the bed creak under the weight of it.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Right there. Fuckㅡ” a scream erupted from my throat with a piercing intensity, my back arching off the sheets as I gripped the edge of the bed.
His hips rocked into mine, dick brushing against a sweet spot inside me that made me groan, unable to comprehend what I was feeling.
“Fuck, do you feel that?” He groaned, pulling out before snapping back in with a sharp thrust that made me yelp.
My words died in my throat as the head of his dick brushed against a sensitive spot inside me that made me howl lightly, words tumbling out of my lips before I could even think.
"Yes... right there... oh god... he never hit that spot before... you're so big. So fucking good..." My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, pulling him deeper inside me as I began to move with him instinctively. "You're so much bigger than him…”
For someone who liked to complain a lot, Mark sure held no comparison to the girth that Dr Carter was packing.
I could feel it rut in my stomach, taking me apart while all I could do was hold on.
"...And better too, isn't that right?" He growled, his hips snapping forward with each word, his massive length stretching me out completely. "Your husband doesn't know how to treat a woman like this. Doesn't know how to fuck her right.”
My breathing became laboured, fingers pushing his coat off so I could claw at his skin as my hand slid under his t-shirt. “Yes. Fucking hellㅡ”
"You want me to show you how it's done? How a real man fucks his woman?" He leaned down, capturing my lips in a brutal, hungry kiss that stole my breath away.
His hands gripped my thighs tightly, spreading them wider as he began to pound into me with animalistic intensity.
"Yes... oh god, yes..." I wailed, my body slamming back against the bed with each powerful thrust. "Fuck me... fuck me like he never did..." My nails dug into his back, my legs tightening around him desperately as he hit that spot over and over.
"The way a woman should be fucked... Rough... Hard..." He snapped his hips forward, driving his huge length deep inside me. "Like she's the most precious thing in the world..." He pulled out slowly before smashing back in with force that made my breasts bounce. "Like this?”
"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." I repeated over and over, my voice breaking as he fucked me mercilessly.
My hands flew to my tits, squeezing them desperately as he hit that spot repeatedly, making me scr
eam his name. "Fuck, you're hitting it so deep…”
"You like that, baby?" He groaned against my nipple before sucking it into his mouth harshly. "Like when I suck on these pretty titties while I fuck you?" His hand gripped one roughly while the other held my hip in place for his thrusts.