Page 7 of The Good Girl

“I didn’t ask you what you wanted.”

“Is this what you want?” My thighs spread wider.

“This is about you.” I see his hand go under his desk. Is he touching himself?

“Dr. Rourk,” I moan, thinking about him stroking his cock as he watches me.

“I thought you wanted me to be your daddy.” My heart gives me an unexpected flutter.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say this time.

“Move them down now. I want you to thrust two of them into your cunt.”

Fuck me. Why is hearing him say the word ‘cunt’ such a turn-on? Probably because this isn’t a side he shows to anyone else. This is only for me.

He sits up straight for a better view, and I use one finger for the first thrust. “I don’t know if I can get two.”

“Is my little girl's pussy that tight?”

I nod my head, but I don’t want to disappoint him. “I’m trying. I’ve never put them inside of me before.”

Dr. Rourk mutters a string of curse words under his breath. “Try harder. How are you ever going to take Daddy’s fat cock if you can’t?”

“Oh god,” I moan, thrusting another finger inside of me.

“Not god, Daddy,” he reminds me again.

“Daddy.” Each time I say the word, I want it more and more. I’ve never had a real daddy. Not one that took care of me.

“In and out.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I work them in and out of me. My hips rock in time with the movements and I’m so close.

“I want you,” I whine. Why can’t it be him doing this?

“You want your Daddy’s cock?”

“Please,” I beg.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside me.” I pump my fingers in and out and I see Dr. Rourk’s hand moving under the desk. Does he have his cock out or is he rubbing himself over his pants?

“Inside where? You have to say it.”

“Right here.” I clench around my fingers. “In my pussy,” I cry out. I’m so, so close. “I need it so bad, Daddy. Please.”

He stands up so quickly that his chair hits the wall behind him. Dr. Daddy is here, and he's going to give me what I need.

Chapter Six

ROURK

This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong.

I can hear the words chanting in the back of my head, yet I ignore every single one of them as I walk around my desk. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never even had the thought of crossing the line with a patient. But one look at Karmen and I wanted to set fire to every rule that separated us.

There’s something about her that I can’t let go or put up barriers to stop. I have no control with her, and it’s driving me to do things that I know I shouldn’t want. It’s like I’m standing on the beach watching the tsunami come closer, and all I can do is walk toward it.

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