Page 35 of In Love with the Devil

“Is that helping?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out and nod, with my cheeks burning.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head.

“Use your words, Tory.”

“Please… don’t… stop.”

“Do you need me to do anything else?”

I shake my head. “Just don’t… stop.”

His thumb slowly flicks my clit, as if he were hesitating, but it ends up teasing me, making me desperate for more. A pleading moan escapes me amid panting. God, I can’t get enough of this, him with his gorgeous face, and perfect eyes, draining me of all pain, tension and worry and filling me with pure euphoria.

“Please don’t stop,” I whisper.

“How’s that? Better?”

I’m glad he didn’t hear me beg for more. “Yes.”

Then I feel a wet finger enter my butt. Again, I gasp. My eyes open wide, but his lack of expression dampens my shock and shame.“Just relax. You're doing good.” His voice is soothing.

He’ll never know how grateful I am. I do as he says, and he watches my body melt, his palm moves on my belly, caressing it. “You’re doing great, Astoria. Let yourself enjoy it. It’s okay.”

“Doc,” I blurt out as my body coils and my clit stiffens more and more. My whimpers and moans sound so helpless. “Oh my God,” I keep whispering as my eyes roll back in between the heavy breathing. I burst on his fingers, my insides squeezing him again and again and again. My insides are too sensitive, rendering the climax too powerful but by the end of it, the cramping is gone. There’s a thin layer of sweat on me. My gaze meets his when he takes his hands away from me. We stare at each other in silence.I have a million questions but I'm too scared of the answers.

“You look beautiful,” he says and caresses my legs.

“I don’t know what to say.”

He smiles and again licks his lips. “You said you’d never climaxed before.”

“I–”

“Do you need a ride home?”

I nod.

I give him Mindy’s address and he parks across the street three houses down.

“Astoria–” he begins at the same time I say, “I’m sorry.”

“You first,” I say.

“Astoria. I’m sorry, but I think you should seek another doctor.”

I stare at him, feeling the salt of my tears sting the back of my eyes. The self-disgust at my patheticness overwhelms me. God, what the hell is wrong with me? I knew this was wrong. Why did I let it happen?

“Of course. I’m-I’m so sorry. For everything.”

“Hey.” He takes my hand. “You did nothing wrong.”

Again, I nod while not believing a word he says, wanting to run out of the car.

“Hey.” He grabs my chin. “I’m serious. It’s my fault, not yours.”

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