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I'm still laughing as he flips me onto my stomach, then maneuvers my hips and knees until my ass is in the air.

It's not until I feel the sting of his hand on my left cheek that I can stop laughing and moan instead. Fuck, I liked that.

"Did you like that, Doctor?" He smooths a hand over the spot he just smacked, soothing the sting. I can only moan in response. Then his hand comes down on the other cheek, and my hips jolt back. Apparently, spanking makes me wet.

"Now, are we going to continue without further interruption?” His fingers are gliding through my wetness, teasing me as I begin to unravel again.

"Yes! Jason, I'll be good, I promise." I'm nodding, flexing my hands against the bedspread.

I feel him leave me, then hear the rip of a condom wrapper. I almost want to tell him not to bother. I know we’re both clean and getting pregnant doesn’t worry me. The fact that it doesn't scare me doesn't surprise me anymore. I've spent more time thinking about our future than I had for any past boyfriend combined. All I feel is excitement about the possibilities.

“Are you going to be good now and let me fuck you?” His voice is deep and silky, and I’m pretty sure we’ve both just unlocked a new kink for ourselves.

“Yes, Jason,” I plead, squirming as he slowly pumps two fingers inside me.

Without warning, he slams home, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He’s pumping hard, I can hear the smack of our skin as our bodies meet. In what feels like record time, I’m crying out as I come.

He slows a bit but doesn't stop or come himself. I'm basically incoherent at this point, my orgasm scrambling my brains.

“Jason,” I wince, I’m so sensitive, but he won’t let up the pace. “Jason, please, it’s too much.”

He leans over, his body covering my back; lips, and teeth snatching at my earlobe. A moan escapes from me when his teeth scrape against the soft skin.

“What did I tell you? You’re going to come again. And then again and again until you can’t speak. Do you understand?”

Oh fuck, why is that so hot? I find myself nodding, and he lifts himself back up. He adjusts my body, pushing my chest farther down into the mattress. The shift in angle isn’t huge, but it somehow completely changes what I’m feeling as he continues to thrust, picking up his pace.

Soon I’m chanting his name. My voice is cracking, I might not completely lose it, but I will be hoarse for hours. One of his hands snakes around and pinches my clit. And I see stars for the second time tonight. The pleasure of release is almost too much. My limbs feel electrified. I cry out so loud that my ears are ringing. Behind me, I feel Jason buck erratically as he comes, shouting my name. As we both come down, he slowly flattens me out, his body lying on top of mine. His weight is comforting, instead of crushing, and suddenly I'm drowsy.

He leaves me briefly to take care of the condom before returning to bed. My muscles are liquid, I'm so sated I barely crack an eye when he literally hoists me up, so I'm no longer across the short way on the bed and am instead lying in his arms. One of his hands strokes my exposed upper arm.

“That,” I say, poking him in his pec, his beautiful, beautiful pec that I am now wanting to bite, just like his ass. But I resist. Barely. “That was phenomenal, Hollywood.” He chuckles into my hair, his breath tickling my scalp.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, Doc. Don't fall asleep, though, I'm not done with you yet."

And boy, he sure wasn’t.

Chapter 28

Jason

Ilost count of the number of times I made her come last night, but I think it was about five, maybe six. Seven? I had plans for more, but she fell asleep before I could wring another out of her. Making her come is, quite honestly, my life's work right now. It's all I think or care about.

I’m about to wake her up to get our day started right when she jolts awake, going from asleep to completely seated upright in half a second.

"Woah, Alexis. What's wrong, honey?" I sit up with her, running a hand over her shoulders. They're still sticky from sweat, maybe I can convince her to shower together. Usually, she kicks me out when she wants to shower. I 'disrupt her routine' too much.

"What time is it?" I smile. Her voice is rough. Not so bad that anyone would notice, but enough that I know why it sounds off. Not really sure what came over me last night, but it took our sex life to a new level. One where I'd like to stay.

“Uh,” I glance down at my phone, “it’s eleven. Why? Did you need to be at the hospital or something? I thought you had this week off?”

She ignores me completely, leaping, then briefly stumbling out of bed. She looks like a newborn calf on shaky legs. Clearly, not one hundred percent recovered from our fun last night. "Shit, shit, shit!”

Completely naked, she mutters to herself, moving about the room picking up clothes, and throwing them in the hamper. She continues this through to the living room too. Then it clicks; she was cleaning last night when I got home, her parents are likely due to arrive soon.

I hop up and find her in the bathroom, staring at the toilet, the brush still stuck in the bowl. When she hears me enter, she looks up, panic in her eyes. "They're due in three, maybe four hours. The apartment isn't even clean yet!” She grabs the brush and starts vigorously scrubbing, even though it looks sparkling already.

"Woah, there." I snatch the brush from her hands and place it in the holder. "You cleaned that last night. And aside from our clothes, the entire place is spotless. Let's shower first; that will make you feel better." She shoots me a dirty look as I herd her into the stall. I put my hands up, attempting to look innocent. "No funny business, I promise. I'll keep my hands to myself."

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