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If this is how he is with a virgin, then how much rougher can he get once—-

RIIIIIIIIIIING.

Did I just imagine that?

RIIIIIIIIIIING.

Doctor Somebody groans. "Fuck, that's my work phone. I need to answer it."

Seriously?

But he's already pulling out of me, and I can only bite back a cry of protest as he removes me from his lap before getting back to his feet.

I want him so, so bad, it takes everything not to writhe and moan as I watch him retrieve his phone from the bedside drawer.

Hurry, please, please—-

He walks back to me with his phone in hand, and before I can figure out what he's doing—-

Aaah!

I fall flat on my back as he yanks me to the edge of the bed, and his cock surges back into my sobbing pussy.

"Oh my Go—-"

A hand clamps over my mouth just as he starts thrusting in and out of me.

"Don't make any noise," Dr. Somebody warns, "and keep still."

What?

I hear him answer his call just as he frees my mouth. "What is it?"

Oh God, I can't do this.

"Subacute subdural hematoma, isn't it?"

I can't, I just can't.

If he wants me to stay still and not make any noise, then he shouldn't have talked shop in my hearing.

"And what did they say when you mentioned craniotomy?"

Well, that does it then.

My hips starts moving on its own, and I can't help pulling him down so I can rub my breasts against his chest.

Aaaaah.

It feels unbelievably good when my nipples scrape against his muscles, and my legs wrap around his waist as I start grinding my pussy against his cock.

"Fuck."

I have to hurriedly swallow my laughter when I hear him drop an F-bomb.

"Sorry," he grates out to whoever it is on the other end of the phone. "I'm just—-" He breaks off again when he feels me squeeze his cock with my inner muscles. "Give me fifteen minutes," he says tightly, "and I'll call you back."

A laugh escapes me as I hear his phone fall on the floor with a thud, but my laughter quickly turns into a moan when he slams back into me.

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