Page 60 of His Lovebug

All I had to do was think about the way Matt had made me so happy today by being patient with the wedding stuff—and his thick arms and amazing chest—and I was ready to burst and leaking in no time flat. Pleasure swirled in my stomach. I looked fucking hot with my hard-on as I checked myself in the mirror. I flipped my hair off my shoulder, then stalked out into the bedroom.

“I’m looking for my patient, Matthew Coltrane,” I said, keeping my tone cool.

Matt glanced up and his eyes locked on me as his lips parted. I smirked at him. He was already sitting there naked and hard. It was fucking beautiful.

“Uh.” His voice trailed off as his gaze slid down and up my body. He licked his lips. “Get over here.”

“No, you can’t speak to your nurse that way or I’ll have security escort you out of the building,” I said primly. My cock twitched and it was difficult to ignore it. “Now, I’ve heard that you’re having issues with your erections.”

“I am?” Matt said, frowning down at his lap.

I held in an entertained snort.

Apparently, he hadn’t thought about the role play beyond getting me into a hot outfit. This was fun and I was really warming up to it.

“Oh yes. You told our intake nurse that you’re catching so much wood you can’t get any work done. All you do all day is fuck your beautiful wife or masturbate. That was in the notes. You might have too much testosterone.”

“Is that a fact?” he asked, smirking. How was he even hotter with that smug grin?

“Mm. But I need to listen to your penile pulse to be sure it isn’t something to do with the organ itself.”

He broke character and chuckled, but I waggled my eyebrows, and he slid to the edge of the bed with his legs spread. I felt extra dirty christening my new stethoscope this way, but I went over to him and leaned close to his thick dick. His balls were bunched up under his shaft. I loved him so much, but I kept my examination clinical. If only I’d thought to get gloves. I moved his penis all around, and a drop of precum trailed down the side that I ignored. Humming, I rolled his balls a bit between my fingers.

“Looks functional and normal,” I said.

“Oh, it is. Would you like to test it out?” He glided one hand over my ass and gave it a hard squeeze, which almost had me saying yes.

“Sir, that is inappropriate,” I chastised, using my best scolding tone. I put the stethoscope buds in my ears and brought the diaphragm to the base of his shaft. It was interesting to listen to the blood flow there, and for a moment, I was distracted as I moved the diaphragm all around, until I finally rested it on the tip of his cockhead. He sucked in a breath that sounded more like a sharp hiss.

“Sorry, it can be cold,” I said, grinning up at him.

The air disappeared from my lungs. He looked so sexy with his intense gaze glued to me and his muscles straining, as if he was stopping himself from flipping me onto the bed and fucking me into the mattress. My hard-on kicked up and brushed my lower stomach while we shared a long look. An idea struck me, and I felt almost giddy with it. I’d asked Matt if he wanted to bottom, and he’d said no, which was fine, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the wonders of his prostate.

He’d presented me with the perfect opportunity.

I turned and strolled a few feet away, which I knew would give Matt a great view of my ass.

“Everything sounds healthy and normal, so maybe your problems aren’t in your penis.”

“No, it’s healthy and I like to use it to fuck.”

It should’ve been so ridiculous, but heat streaked to my gut.

“That’s also healthy behavior for a man in his prime,” I said, grabbing the bottle of lube that had been abandoned on the nightstand. I turned around. “Now, let’s examine your prostate. Maybe there is something going awry there. Perhaps an overproduction of seminal fluid? I’ll have to thoroughly palpatethe gland to make a determination.” My cheeks felt too hot as he stared at me.

“You want to palpate my prostate?”

I nodded sharply. “Oh yes.”

For a second, something close to discomfort flashed across his face.

“You know, sir, red is a word that would bring this appointment to an end. Yellow would keep the appointment going but allow us to re-examine the direction it is taking. Green, and we continue on.”

“Oh, green Nurse Coltrane,” he said, voice husky. He must’ve come to some sort of decision because he stood up and bent over. While I absolutely loved his meaty ass, I wasn’t sure about this position, so I tossed a pillow just beyond him.

“Rest flat, please, sir,” I said, sounding as prim as I could. “This examination will only take a moment.”

“Yes, Nurse Coltrane,” he said, shooting a heated gaze over his shoulder at me. I thought I was going to come as he crawled his muscled body onto the bed and did as I said. I adored Matt telling me what to do and throwing me around, but this was such a thrill.

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