The Doctor and I(6)

It didn’t take long for him to follow me. He ripped his shirt off before the door clicked shut and locked the door. “Strip,” he ordered, and he voice shot right to my pussy. I didn’t usually like taking orders, but for him I was starting to think I’d do just about anything.

I kicked my shoes off and stripped my clothes off. I knew there wasn’t much time, and I needed this to be fast and awesome. I stood bare to him and for a bit I worried about how he would take in my tattoos as well as all the curves. I’d come to terms with being a big girl, but a lot of men didn’t like women who had meat on their bones. But when I met his eyes I learned real quick he wasn’t one of them. His eyes devoured my body and I shook with nerves and need. I wasn’t usually so brazen, but something about him brought out a new side of me. I wasn’t sure if I liked her—yet.

When Kendrick’s big hand gripped my hips and yanked my body into his, I smiled and tipped my head back. “I thought you wanted me bent over your desk.”

He nodded his head. “I do. But first—” then he kissed me like he was dying and I was the only thing in the world that could breathe life back into him. I felt hot and dizzy all at once and prayed I’d be able to stay on my feet. Never before had I felt a kiss like that. When his tongue touched mine it traveled straight down, and I shivered as he took my mouth with such finesse. I knew he was well-practiced. This man knew how to fucking kiss.

When I moaned, he spun me around and gripped my hips as he led me to his desk, which was cleaned off. He pushed down on my spine, and I gasped at the cold against my breasts and stomach, but I didn’t fight him. When he ran his hands over my ass and between my legs, shoving them apart, I might have come, but then he slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped and felt my juices slide down my leg.

“Such a pretty ass,” he whispered and I groaned. I expected the next slap and my legs lost all feeling, but I didn’t slide to the floor in a puddle. He held me firmly and stood behind me. The tip of his erection slid down the crack until it reached the wetness letting him know how much I liked what he did.

“You’re fucking hot, Peyton,” he said, and slid inside. There was no waiting, no slow moving as he thrust into me. The burn quickly turned to pleasure when he wrapped one arm around my front and rubbed my clit. I spread my legs further, allowing him better access, and he took advantage, slamming into me with such force that my teeth slammed together. But I loved it. I wanted to be fucked, and that was exactly what he was doing.

I moaned and cried, nearly sobbing when I was so close and he pulled out. I yelled, and he chuckled, kissing me before he dragged me to the floor. Then he hovered over me, watching me with an overwhelming intensity before sliding gently back inside of my pussy. I clenched around him and bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Without prompting, I wrapped my thick legs around him, burying him deeply inside of me. When he was fully seated the motion changed. Instead of a fast pounding, Kendrick took his time and it was different. Still, he didn’t speak and I didn’t feel inclined to talk. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes, savoring the moment and avoiding his stare all at once.

His wet tongue lapped at my nipples and I screamed when he blew over it. It was the last straw and brought me over the edge. Faster than I could grasp, my climax slammed into me and rocked through my body—hard. That was his cue and he sped up again ramming into me as he searched for his release. I lifted my hips as my body shook, and clenched my inner walls around his cock, pulling his orgasm on. He yelled out my name and poured his semen inside of me. It was then I realized something very stupid on both of our parts. We didn’t use protection. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

He squeezed me tightly against him as he rocked into me. It was too intimate, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment so I went with it, knowing this was the one and only time I’d be with him. I gripped his face in my hands and kissed him sweetly. He didn’t fight it, but the kiss quickly heated and I felt him harden inside of me. Pulling back I laughed. “No time. I need to clean up.”

He nodded and easily helped me to my feet. There were no words. The silence stretched between us as we both put on our clothes. I didn’t stick around and went to my own space, shutting the door. I would be embarrassed later. Especially because Jazzy had most likely heard it all. I blushed thinking about it and was ashamed. Things weren’t supposed to be like this, and of course I let my libido to overtake my rational mind. The sound of the doorbell was a relief. The tension left my body when I realized we’d gotten lucky. Thank fuck for small favors.