Chapter 17
The Doctor
Moving quickly, I spread her thick thighs apart and move my mask up. Lifting it just enough to taste her, but leaving my face concealed in case she tries to misbehave.
I inhale deeply, her sweet scent infiltrating my body down to my bones. It’s like she’s rearranging my particles, remaking me from the inside out. My newest addiction.
Her breath becomes labored as I tease her with my fingers, rubbing slow circles around her clit. Her moans drown out the music playing from the festival. They could play her sultry sounds on repeat, and it would never get tiring.
Pushing my middle finger into her, I begin to move in and out, slowly, testing her.
“Fuck,” she breathes out, pleasure rolling out of her. I smile to myself, watching her fall apart above me. The lights from the festival burst behind her in rhythmic flashes like her personal halo.
I dip down, bringing my face to her pussy, and flick my tongue out. I already know one taste could never be enough, so I dive in like it’s my last meal.
Her salty-sweet juices flood my mouth, making every nerve in my body come alive. Flattening my tongue against her, I continue to ravish her pussy, feeding every ounce of my desire to watch her crumble.
She cries out, “Doctor, please.” Huffing as her brain tries to catch up with the over-stimulation. I continue to tease her, licking and sucking at her pussy until her legs are shaking around me.
She drops her hand down to my head before gripping the beak of my mask. She's looking for some kind of support, as her pleasure begins to peak. I bury my face in her even deeper, pushing my tongue in and out of her wet pussy.
Her shaking becomes uncontrollable as she snaps, her head flies back, and her body falls into endless tremors.
I continue to ravish her, nibbling, biting, and sucking. Taking every ounce of what’s mine.
Her pleasure, her pain, it’s all mine. From this moment on, she’s no longer just a patient. She’s an addiction that I‘ll never allow myself to go without.
Mine.
I pull away, pushing my mask back into place before rising to my feet. She stands in front of me, naked and flushed, trying so hard to support herself after I finished my personal examination on her.
I glance at the tree a few feet from her, and she follows my gaze, nodding to me as if she already knows what I want.
Shuffling slowly, she leans her body against the tree, hanging onto it for support as I position myself behind her.
Her thighs jiggle as she moves, her perfect, round ass matching every sway. I tilt my head, watching as she bends herself in half, one palm on the tree in front of her.
She throws a glance behind her, looking straight at me. I know she can’t see my face, but Gods, it feels like she’s analyzing me.
I generally hate when people stare, which I know is contradictory. Probably has something to do with my getup and mysterious demeanor, maybe the fact that I kill people? Honestly… who knows.
But with her, it’s like an angel herself is looking at me. Willing and wanting to offer her everything I have. It’s debilitating.
“You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna come take what’s yours, Doctor?” She drawls, and my jaw drops. Fuck, that was hot.
You’re being such a good patient. It’s time for your final exam, pretty girl. I speak into her head, lining myself up with her entrance.
She wriggles her ass at me, letting out a labored moan. And with one quick thrust, I take what’s mine.