Page 26 of Unethical

The strength of my thrusts knocks her against the desk, rattling everything on top of it. She moans, and I throw a hand over her mouth, drawing her up to me.

“Shh, doc,” I breathe against her ear.

She throbs around me, a tightening I feel along the entire length of my dick.

“Have you ever fucked a client before me?” I ask.

She shakes her head, moving my hand with the motion.

“You could lose your license for this, huh?”

Her nod is slow and apprehensive.

“Bad, bad doc,” I growl. I drop my hand from her mouth and lean over her, hitting the speakerphone button of her desk phone. The dial tone sounds beside us.

“What are you doing?” she asks, panting.

“Giving you the chance to turn me in,” I say. I mark every press of the buttons with a hard thrust. The phone rings. I drop my hand between her legs and stroke her clit, and her pelvis scoops as I rub her.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” says a muffled voice from the speaker.

I wait for Sarah to speak. Maybe she’ll remain quiet and force them to come to us. I thrust faster, grinding my pelvis against her ass as I brush her clit with the pads of my fingers. Her body trembles and tenses.

“Hello?” the speaker blares. “Do you need help?”

Sarah leans over, trying to control her breathing. “Hello, I’m Doctor Sarah Reeves. We have to dial nine and one to make calls out from my office. I must have called by mistake. I apologize for wasting your time,” she says, as calmly as she can. Her professional tone excites me.

“Alright, ma’am. Are you sure you don’t need emergency services?”

I fuck her through her answer.

“Very sure, have a good day,” she says, wiping sweat from her forehead. The line goes dead, and the light for the speakerphone flashes off.

Good girl.

“That’s so stupid,” she hisses. “They still might come.”

“Then I’d better hurry,” I growl. “I know you want to come. So come.”

She shakes her head but drops her forehead to her desk, stemming her moans with the back of her arm.

I stroke her clit until she’s clenching my dick. Her spasms squeeze me, riding up my length in waves until I get close. She comes around me, backing up, taking me deeper inside her.

“I’m going to fill your cunt, doc.”

“Don’t come inside me,” she says as she reaches back and pushes a hand against my thigh. That masked stranger listened to her last night, but this reckless felon isn’t so careful or cautious. There’s no way I won’t fill her this time.

I give her a final hard thrust, grinding my hips against her ass as I pour all of my evil inside the one who’s tasked with fighting it. I pull out and stare as her skirt slips down her full ass. She’s fucking perfect.

When she stands up and turns around, she looks at my come-coated dick, and her lips draw into a frown. “I told you not to come inside me,” she snaps, but an ebb of panic infiltrates the last of her words. “And, oh god.”

The gravity of what she’s done and who she’s fucked weighs her down. Much more than when she let herself be taken by a masked stranger.

I step into her and kick her legs apart. I catch what’s dripped from her and push it back inside her with two of my fingers. Her cheeks flame red.

“You’re mine, doc. Your cunt is branded with my come. If you want more of what’s in my head, give me more of you.” I zip up my jeans and reach for the door. “See you tonight.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

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