Page 45 of Physical Therapy

“You’re unstoppable. Do you know that?”

I hoist her into my arms. “Clearly.”

Edith’s legs band around my hips, her pussy so goddamn close to where I really want it. Shuffling my hold, I take most of her weight with my left arm so that I can curl my right hand around her ass. Her slip-on shoes fall to the floor, the leggings she wears barely able to conceal the heat that radiates beneath.

“Did you wear these to try and stop me fucking you?” I ask.

Her hair slides forward to curtain her face as she presses her forehead to mine. “I think we both know that would be an impossible feat, right?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Maybe,” she adds with a sultry lilt to her voice, “you could stop by the office for lunch this week. You know… to celebrate.”

“And?” I start toward the sofa, liking where she’s headed with this.

“And I could wear a skirt.” A breathy laugh escapes her. “No panties.”

“You’re making a dangerous promise, Doc.”

One of her hands cups the back of my neck, the other between us as she traces a tantalizing finger down my throat. “I may even drop a pencil… or two.”

“Fuck.” I thought schoolboy fantasies about my hot-as-hell math substitute couldn’t be topped. But it seems fantasies about your goddamn therapist displaying her cunt for the taking suit my dick better.

She lets out a surprised yelp when I toss her roughly onto the furniture. Edith bounces on the cushions, quickly righting herself as I step out of these goddamn sweatpants. I’m hard, thick, and ready to sink it somewhere warm.

“Strip.”

She hesitates.

“I said get your fucking clothes off, Edith.” I palm my goddamn aching dick.

She slips the leggings off first, discarding them in a tangled pile on the floor. Her fitted T-shirt goes next, revealing an appetizing matching set of barely-there lingerie. Her hands move to slide the panties from her long legs, yet I sure as fuck don’t have time for that.

I gave her an ultimatum by sending that message.

She accepted what I offer without so much as a glance at the terms the minute she walked through my door.

“Forget it,” I grumble, sinking to my knees to level my cock with her. “I’ll work around it.”

She gasps, hands gripping the seat cushions either side of her as I tuck a thumb in the crotch of her panties and wrench them aside. My dick slides in effortlessly, Doc seemingly as ready as I am to get into this.

“So fucking wet,” I groan, seating my dick in her. “Makes me wish I’d tasted it first.”

To my surprise, and complete amusement, Edith fixes a wicked smile on her pretty lips before diving a hand between us. Her fingers circle where we’re joined, pinching my cock in their vice before she lifts her hand and offers me a taste.

I suck those goddamn fingers into my mouth and begin to move inside her. Her eyes flutter closed, her head lolling back when I thrust home again—hard.

“We need to get one thing straight,” I say, pulling away from her delicious digits. “The rougher, the better.”

Hooded eyes find mine. “Okay.”

“Will that be a problem?” I circle a thumb around her swollen clit.

She shudders, her muscles clenching tight around the head of my dick as I pull out slowly, torturously. “I don’t think so.”

“You’ll be sore.”

“I don’t care.”

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