17. Anna
CHAPTER 17
Anna
A fever dream of emotions spiked my system. Behind my eyelids images of Dr. Hart and me played like a silent film. It almost felt too real; I could feel his fingers dipping into my core, spreading the warm, wet essence around, preparing me for him. My eyes creaked open, almost unbelieving that my dream was playing out before me.
Then, the panic settled in.
He was here, in my room. I was naked. My clothes ripped and tattered around me as his fingers pushed inside of me, teasing me. I was soaking down my thigh for the man who was going to take me by force.
No is a powerless word.
The sentence repeated inside of me until his cock springing free jerked me out of my own head. The thick head laden with precum protruded from his body. The rest of the shaft was thick with pulsing veins coursing through it. The sight made my pussy water against my will.
He was going to take me. Against my will. And my body was unfaithful to me, double crossing me with need.
Begging for him. Soaking for him.
No matter how much my brain screamed that I didn’t want to lose my virginity, the weeping fluid coming out of me refused to cease.
I couldn’t stop the pained blubber that escaped my lips. All thoughts of being in love, being held after making it, being cherished seeped out of my mind. Replaced with the thick realization that I was going to be fucked by Dr. Hart’s massive cock mercilessly. His blue eyes sparked something within them as my hopeless gaze met his.
His motions stilled for a moment; he studied me. His blonde hair fell into his eyes just slightly. He pulled his fingers from me, licking each one slowly, never breaking eye contact before pushing the stray tendril back. I couldn’t tell what was on his mind, but I stole the moment to admire him.
He was a god of a man. The natural tones in his hair would look gorgeous tangled in my fingers while our bodies were locked together. His blue eyes were bright even in the dark of my apartment. Depths of danger swam in them like an uncharted lagoon, waiting to trap its next victim in its tumultuous abyss. I could lose myself in him, happy to never be found.
The thoughts conflicted with the intense fear of being taken—stolen—by him. My body wanted him with severity, but not like this. The thought provoked more tears to spill over. The crease of my neck grew more damp as the salty streams pooled.
“Anna,” his husky voice gripped me. “Tell me little vixen,” his hand came up to my face, I flinched away, only calming when his thumb gently traced the trail of the last tear. “What is it about me that inspires these tears?”