Chapter 9
NINE
Wells
Walking into work five minutes after Pearl is torture. I want to go in with her. I want to hold her hand and kiss her goodbye before we start our day, but I promised her we’d do things her way. So until she’s ready to make this public, we keep it a secret.
I glower as I walk into the clinic, and my employees all scatter at my grumpy demeanor—everyone except for Pearl.
Fuck, she’s so hot.
She’s wearing the scrubs I bought her and have been keeping at my house. Her hair is still damp from the shower I pulled her into this morning. She smells like me, and I groan as I walk behind her and pause.
“Angel, you have me harder than a fucking diamond,” I growl low enough for her to hear.
“You just had me back at your place. Twice,” she says, as if I need the reminder.
“It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.”
She looks around nervously. “Wells, you promised.”
“I know,” I sigh. “It’s just… it’s getting harder and harder to pretend you’re not mine. That I’m not all yours.”
“Please?” she begs.
I grind my teeth. “Anything for you, Pearl.”
I reach out, squeezing her hand before I go to my office to get ready for the day.
Slipping on my white coat, I enter examination room one to see my first patient. I go through the motions, my eyes always on the lookout for my girl. When she’s the assistant in the room with me, I can barely function, but it’s almost worse when she’s out of my sight.
I find her a few times in the back room with the little puppy that was injured the night we almost kissed. She obviously loves the little guy, and an idea forms in my mind as I try to get back to work.
At lunch, I go out to see if Pearl will join me. That’s when I see her talking to the delivery driver as he places packages on the front counter.
She smiles up at him, and something in me snaps. I march up to the front desk and clear my throat.
“Pearl, can I talk to you for a minute, please?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Oh, sure,” she says sweetly.
I glare at the other man as I turn and lead her into my office.
Pearl surprises me by turning and jumping into my arms as I close the door.
I catch her easily, back up, and lower her to my desk.
My hands grab her hips, and I squeeze, dragging her to the edge of the desk so I can rub her pussy against my cock.
“Please,” she gasps.
“Please, what?” I ask as I kiss my way down her throat.
“I need you.”
My hands instantly pull at her scrubs. I have her stripped in record time, stumbling and almost falling as I rush to remove my own scrubs.
“You know I can’t deny you anything, don’t you, Pearl?” I purr as I grab her hips and pull her flush against me.
“Uh-huh,” she says, her eyes already growing hazy as my cock presses into her soft stomach.
I back her up, my hands coasting up her sides to cup her tits, plumping the round mounds and lowering my head to tease each red cherry with my tongue.
“Oh!” she gasps.
I look up at her sharply. “Shh,” I remind her as I pinch each nipple. “We don’t want the whole office to know how much you love this big dick, now do we?”
“Wells!”
I kiss her, muffling her moans as I position her ass on the edge of my desk. “Do you want it this way, where I can watch these big titties bounce with each thrust? Or should I bend you over my desk, spank this ass, and wrap my hand around your mouth so no one can hear you scream?”
“Over the desk,” she moans, rubbing against me.
Her hard nipples drag against my chest, and my control snaps. I spin her around, press my hand to the center of her back, and push her down until she’s bent over my desk. Kicking her legs wider apart, I make room to step in behind her.
“Be quiet, Pearl. We can’t have everyone knowing that you snuck back here on your break to get fucked on my desk like a good girl.”
“Wells!” she whimpers.
I know that she’s close before I’m even inside her.
Guiding my cock to her opening, I test it, growling when I feel how fucking soaked she is. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me.”
I slam my hips forward, burying myself inside her.
I wrap my hand over Pearl’s mouth to muffle her screams as I pound into her. My balls slap her ass as I rut into her like an animal. All I can think about is how good she feels. She’s so tight, so damn wet, so fucking made for me.
I keep my hand locked over her mouth as she begs me to fuck her harder, deeper, faster, and give her exactly what she needs. I always will.
People walk by in the hallway, but I don’t stop. I can’t slow down, can’t go softer. Every fiber of my body is screaming at me to come, to fill this beautiful girl with my cum. To breed her and make her mine.
“Oh fuck,” I snarl, my pace growing frantic as her pussy clamps down around my cock. “That’s it. Come for me, Pearl. I want your orgasm to cover my cock, my balls, everything. Give me what I want.”
She goes off.
“WELLS!” she screams, though the sound is muffled by my hand.
I pound into her, my dick plunging deeper and deeper inside her. Her silky walls wrap around me like a fist, and I follow her over the edge, coming so hard that my legs almost give out.
Dropping my hand from her mouth, I catch myself on the desk, sucking in deep breaths. “Fuck, it just gets better and better.”
Pearl looks back at me over her shoulder with a shy smile. “I was thinking the same thing.”
I love you.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but she turns away, bending to grab her scrubs. I swallow the words and grab my own scrubs.
We steal glances at each other as we dress.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” Pearl whispers.
I choke on a laugh. “Pearl, you were screaming at the end.”
Her mouth drops open. “I wasn’t that loud!”
I smirk. “Sure, you weren’t, Angel.”
“Oh, shut up,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Come home with me tonight,” I say, kissing her neck as I pull her into my arms.
“I need to go to my place and grab some things.”
“I bought you more scrubs.”
She laughs. “Yeah, I mean I need things like underwear and—”
“You won’t need underwear.”
“—bras—”
“Nope.”
“—and socks. Oh, and my hairbrush and toothbrush.”
I sigh. “Fine. I’ll take you to your apartment on the way home.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Pearl.”
“You keep saying that,” she muses.
“I mean it.”
“I know you do,” she whispers.
I give her one last kiss before we leave the office. As soon as we step into the hallway, I know our secret is out. I tried to keep Pearl quiet, to muffle her screams, but I should have known that people would catch on quickly.
Panic claws at me, and I turn to look at Pearl, trying to gauge her reaction. I can see her freaking out, anxiety flashing across her face as she looks around at all her coworkers.