Page 4 of Doctor Do-Over

“I’m an artist,” she says.

I capture both of her hands in one of mine and press them above her head against the glass. She breathes deeper, her chest rising. I watch her pulse racing beneath her skin. I lean downand bite her carotid, and she tips her head back, releasing a soft whimper.

“Thank you. Now I’m going to ravish you.”

“Please,” she moans, and I release her legs and let her slide down my body. I release her hands and step back.

When she starts to step away from the glass, I hold up a hand. “Stay there and watch, kitten,” I order her, and she steps back, licking her lips.

I rip my shirt off over my head and toss it toward the sofas behind us. I unbuckle my belt and free it from the loops. If I have to, I’ll tie her up with it.

Her eyes roam over me like a caress. I know what she sees. My defined six-pack and hairless chest. The tattoo over my heart of a clock stopped on the exact time my parents died, with a couple of roses surrounding it for my mother and a letter for my dad, who was a postal worker. A ribbon reads “Mom and Dad,” along with the date of their passing. Her gaze shifts to my next tattoo on my forearm, a rib cage shaped like a heart with a stethoscope around it. I only have the two, but maybe I’ll get more now that I see her ink.

I kick off my shoes and socks but leave on my pants so I don’t just nail her to the glass or scare her. I know she’s not a virgin, but she’s still very demure and my cock is long and currently hard as fucking marble.

I step up to her and turn her around to face the glass. She rests her cheek against the window, her breath leaving a bit of condensation as she pants with desire. I slide the zipper of her dress down her back and reveal even more tattoos. She has quite a few, each with their own style—ranging from Harry Potter to anime to comic book characters and more. I slip her dress off and step back. She’s naked except for her thong and heels. Her breathing increases, and I watch as she starts to pull her arms toward her.

“Turn around,” I instruct. She steps back and slowly turns, moving her arms to cover herself. “Don’t. You’re sexy as fuck,” I tell her, and she lets her arms drop.

In the dim light, I can see the wet spot on the front of her thong from her desire. Her stomach is flat. Her thighs are a little thick but not overly so. Her hips curvy. Her arms are muscular, and her breasts will fit nicely in my palms as I fuck her from behind. The tattoo under her breasts is bejeweled and delicate. Her nipples have barbells through them, and I’m overcome by the urge to bite them. More tattoos line the front of her body, and again, just like her back, they range in style.

I move toward her, and she doesn’t step back. I love that she doesn’t fear me at all and trusts me. I press her into the glass and drop to my knees. Her breasts are right at my eye level. I kiss the tip of a nipple before sucking it deep. She starts moving. Her hands go into my hair, pulling me closer. I bite and tug on the piercing before releasing her and leaning back.

“Hands on the glass,” I order her.

She presses them to the window, and I torture the next nipple, sucking it deep before pulling back and nibbling the piercing. She moans loudly as her legs clench together. If I had the time, I’d see if I could get her off with just my mouth on her breasts. I kiss her stomach and tongue her bellybutton piercing. She shifts again, and my hands tighten on her hips before I snap the straps of her thong. I pull the scrap of material from the heaven that I can smell. The spicy scent that reminds me of chai with a touch of vanilla comes from even here. She must have a body wash of this fragrance because her skin is bathed in it. I kiss her pubic bone over her pussy, and the scent is overwhelming this close to her core. Lifting one of her legs, I slip it over my shoulder and kiss her knee. I lick up to her core and take a deep breath before I bury my face in her sweetness.

She cries out, and her hands go into my hair again. I stop and look up at her. She has her eyes closed.

“Open your eyes,” I demand. She does so instantly, but her lids droop. “Watch me as I fuck you with my tongue.” She nods. “Hands on the glass and say ‘yes, Sir.’ I need to hear your words, or I’ll spank you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She sighs, and her hands move back to the glass.

I return to her sex and suck her clit in deep as she bucks against my face. I slide a finger into her. Fuck, she’s tight. She’s going to strangle my cock. I finger fuck her as I continue to suck her clit. I’m going to make her come first before I take her against the glass, then I’m going to take her several more times tonight. She screams as her core locks down on my finger and she comes. I lick up her sweetness before slipping her leg off my shoulder and standing to my feet.

I unbutton my slacks with one hand while I pull the condom from my pocket with the other. As soon as I drop my trousers and boxers, she’s licking her lips.

“Later, you’re going to suck my cock,” I tell her before I slam my mouth against hers, and she presses against me. With my hands trying to slip the condom on, I get lost in our kisses for a moment. I’ve never felt like this with a woman.

Without leaving her lips, I finally get the condom rolled up my cock. I squat a bit and lift her up by her ass. My fingers sink into her softness, and I groan as she moans. I press her back into the glass, and in a single thrust, I’m deep inside her. She rips her mouth from mine and screams.

“Master,” she says without prompting, and I can’t stop my body from responding.

I move in and out of her in fast, deep, long thrusts. Her head is thrashing around, and I let go of her ass to grip her neck. As a doctor, I know where to press for the most impact, but I also know how long to deprive her of oxygen before it getstoo dangerous. Her eyes flair wide as she silently screams when I tighten my grip. They remain locked on mine, and I watch her pupils enlarge, overtaking almost all of the blue-gray in her irises. I don’t stop moving. I keep pumping, needing to release in her.

A voice deep inside urges me to mark her. To rip off the condom and make her mine truly. I close my eyes as an image of her pregnant overwhelms me, nearly causing my knees to buckle. I’ve never wanted anything so much. Not even the prospect of being a doctor ignited this feeling coursing through my body. She whimpers, and I open my eyes to release her throat. She’s going to wear my mark for a couple of days from the strength of my grip.

I plant myself deep and come in the condom as I watch her face screw up. She screams as her pussy squeezes me tight, milking the cum from my body. I wrap my arms around her, keeping my cock pressed to her cervix, and turn our bodies so I can slide down the wall of windows.

Two

WRYAN

“Please prepare for landing,” the flight attendant announces over the intercom as I look out over the skyline of London. The lights of the city shine in the darkness.

As soon as the plane arrives at the terminal, I unbuckle my seat belt and slowly stand. My body aches in places it never has before, and I’m utterly exhausted. I slipped out of Tanner’s suite around six, crossed the hall to mine, and quickly showered and packed what little I had unpacked. I made sure he wasn’t in the hallway and kept an eye out for him when I reached the lobby, where a limo was waiting out front to take me to the airport.

The next leg of my tour starts in London. I’ll be here for a couple of weeks, doing store signings and attending a convention. I love London and have been here a few times. I wait until I’m off the plane to switch my phone off airplane mode. The nice thing about first-class seating is getting off before everyone else.

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