Page 152 of Rather: The Therapist

I placed a hand behind her head and guided myself into her mouth. Just like I’d done her insides time and time again, I fucked her warmth. The deeper I dived, the more her eyes glossed over.

“You’ve got it,” I told her, tapping the back of her throat with each stroke.

Her body curled as her gag reflex was activated.

Fuck.

Saliva was plentiful. Her tongue swirled around the head every time I retracted.

Shit.

My ass cheeks hurt from the clenching. She was lethal in her pursuit of my semen.

“Urgh.” The groan was the warning before destruction.

She was on the verge of puking. While it disgusted me to consider her meal on her good sheets, it made my dick harder and my stroke more intense.

“Don’t spit up or we’re starting over,” I warned.

Her eyebrows furrowed on her face. She strained to keep the contents of her stomach down. The bulge of my dick started from the very beginning of my shaft and began traveling upward. I wasn’t ready to bust, but I couldn’t let go of Rather’s head. Neither could I pull out.

“Get up,” I demanded, hoping she could manage to put me out of my misery. “Get up.”

She succeeded. With her knees tucked under her, she stared back at me with curious eyes.

“Take that shit off, Rather. Come sit on ‘em.”

Quietly, she rounded her shoulders and closed her eyes. Her demeanor changed in a split second.

“Talk to me.”

Her posture was different. Her words were softer. Her apprehension was apparent.

“My period is here.”

“So am I. You can get rid of them clothes or I can do it for you.”

The worry lines that creased her face dissolved at once. Swollen breasts and chocolate, pebbled nipples replaced the top Rather wore to bed. She handed it over, and nodded at the fresh sheets beneath me. I lifted up from the bed and laid the shirt down.

I maneuvered Rather’s body, positioning her right on top of it. She’d yet to get rid of the pants she’d worn through the night, which now made perfect sense. I slid them down her legs, expecting to find evidence of the monthly massacre.

Instead, I was met by a barely streaked sanitary pad in the center of her panties. I tossed it all into a pile beside the bed. With her body beneath mine, I placed my dick at her center.

“How are you feeling?”

“Desperate.”

She swallowed hard. Rapid blinks confirmed her split nerve endings.

“I’m right here, Rose.”

“Put him in.”

I smiled, ready to put her out of her misery. I’d heard a handful of times that a woman's sex drive increased tremendously during her menstrual cycle. Her hormones were raging and more than likely, she was craving penetration during the very time the world had deemed it forbidden. I didn’t give a fuck what rules the world had created for women’s periods, but they didn’t apply to me. Today, they didn’t apply to Rather either.

“It’s the third day,” she revealed.

“I wouldn’t care if it was the first, my dear.”

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