Page 33 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

There’s a burning sensation that’s caused by stretching around him, and there’s so much pressure between my legs that it feels like I’m being split in two. Every muscle is quivering around him as he freezes inside of me. He breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against my shoulder as he lets out a shaky breath that blows across my chest. He pulls his hips back, only an inch, and then buries himself inside of me again.

The pain is just as intense, not yet fading as I thought it would. I’m hyper-aware of the mistake we’re making now, of the line we’re crossing, and I know we have to be quiet. I can’t allow myself to cry like I want to, so I bite down on his shoulder to silence myself. He takes that as a sign that I want more, instead of seeing the pain I’m in. He grinds against me, his pubic hair rubbing against my clit, and that sparks the pleasure back to my body.

Maybe he’s just as overwhelmed by this as I am because I can tell that he’s holding back. He isn’t moving fast, and he isn’t thrusting into me hard like I expected him to. He’s moving slowly, taking short strokes that gradually get longer and longer. It allows my body to get used to him slowly so the pain eases away while allowing the pleasure to sink back in. Slowly but surely, I find myself enjoying this more and more, and the better it gets, the more relaxed I become until I forget to focus on how this is my first time. My body takes over, pulling his mouth back to mine where our tongues can dance and tangle.

Losing my virginity to my boss might not be the best idea, but I couldn’t imagine it being any more perfect.

14

ETHAN

She’s so perfect.

Her creamy skin is soft and sweet. Her auburn hair is as smooth as silk but strong as a rope when I wind it around my fist to pull her head back. Her lips are soft and strong, and her blue eyes burn right through me when I make contact with them.

The smell of her perfume is seductive, and it feels like she’s put a spell on me because any time I look at her, all I can think about is making her mine. It doesn’t matter if she’s too young for me.

It doesn’t matter if I’m her boss, or that a scandal like this could cost me my job. Nothing matters but getting to know her from the inside out.

I’ve been trying to resist her pull, but all my fight is gone the minute she offers me her companionship. When she asks what I want, the only answer I can come up with is her. I expected her to push me away when I kissed her, but she didn’t. Instead of pushing me away, she pulls me closer. She deepens our kiss, and I’m gone. I’m no longer in control—not that I ever was—not fully, anyway.

We like to think of ourselves as civilized, but the truth is, we’re all just animals. Sure, we might live in houses and run a successful society, but it all boils down to the circle of life. We’re born, we grow and learn, we find a mate that makes us weak in the knees, and we spend all our time wanting to procreate. I can say that a man my age shouldn't be interested in a woman as young as she is, but when it’s stripped down to the basics, it makes sense. We’re not the only species that the male chooses a much younger female. It’s basic instinct. A younger woman means better chances of reproducing. Even though I don’t want children, it’s programmed into my DNA.

It’s been years since I’ve allowed myself to even think about sex, let alone have sex with a woman who isn’t my wife. The second I push into Ally, I’m overwhelmed by the intensity. She’s hot and so fucking tight that my eyes roll to the back of my head. I rest my forehead on her shoulder as I work to get a grip on myself. If I let go, I could come without moving a muscle. But I know the guilt I’ll feel later, and it will be there whether I fuck her for the next twelve hours or if I only spend a few minutes inside her. I might as well enjoy it as long as I can.

I have to ease myself into it, allowing us time to adjust before really going at it. My hips move slowly and with short strokes for the first several minutes. The longer I’m inside her, the longer my strokes become, and the more speed I pick up. It’s been too long. I’m off my game. Usually, I’ve made my partner come undone at least once or twice before entering them, but it has been years.

I tangle my fingers into the hair at the base of her neck and pull her mouth to mine, kissing her with the same intensity and speed as I’m fucking her. She digs her nails into my back and bows into me. Her breath is labored, whimpers and moans laced throughout. While keeping my left hand in her hair, I move my right hand to her lower back, holding her against me andkeeping her in place as my hips take on a life of their own. I find a steady rhythm that causes her pussy to convulse around me, and that’s what pushes me over the edge. I lose myself in her, riding out my orgasm as it washes through me, strong and hard and fast. I bury myself as deep as I can go, letting every drop spill into her until my hips slow to a stop.

I’m weak, breathless, and dripping with sweat as I relax against her. She clings to me, just as weak, but she doesn’t speak while we take a moment to regain our composure. Then, I lift my head from her shoulder and take a step back. My eyes move to my cock, watching as I pull out of her. That’s when I see the blood.

It’s like someone poured a bucket of water over me. Every bit of stress and anxiety I just worked off is back tenfold. “What the fuck?” I mutter as I pull out of her. My eyes leap up to her face. “Did I hurt you?” I ask, confused. I know I haven’t had sex in a while, but I know I didn’t go at it that hard.

She closes her legs and slides off my desk as she crosses her arms over her chest to hide from me. She tucks her chin to her chest as she looks at me from beneath her lashes like an insecure girl. “I mean, it hurt at first, but I’m okay now.”

“At first?” I repeat, trying to get a handle on what she’s telling me. I look away from her, down at my dick, and back at her. “You were a…” The words fall from my lips.

Her brows lift and instead of confirming my question, she jumps into action, grabbing her clothes and pulling them on.

Panicked, I do the same. “Why wouldn’t you tell me something like that?” I ask, pulling up my pants and boxers.

“I didn’t come in here thinking this would happen.”

“You could’ve said something before our goddamn clothes came off,” I throw back.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. “Are you seriously blaming me?” she asks, pointing at her chest. “You’re the one who kissed me.”

“That’s because I didn’t know you were a virgin. I never would have…” I grab my shirt and pull it over my head. I have no idea what I would’ve done if I had known. Part of me likes to believe that I’m a good guy, that I would’ve stopped this and not let it happen. But a monster inside of me dwells in the darkness, and he doesn’t give a shit if I just ripped away her innocence. He’s reveling in the blood I took and is more than ready to do it again. “You should have told me.”

“When? After we first met? Hi, my name is Ally, and I’m a twenty-four-year-old virgin,” she mocks. “Great idea.” She pulls her top on. “Or do you mean that I should have told you when I came in here like I knew this was going to happen? Should I have told you when you had your tongue jammed down my throat?”

“How about when I started taking your clothes off? That would’ve worked.”

I see the anger fall from her face. “I wanted to. I just…” She shrugs. “I liked having your hands on my body.”

My cock throbs back to life, but that only angers me more. I shake my head and turn for the door, walking away from her as quickly as possible before I can fuck up any more tonight. I rush from my office, jerking the door closed behind me. It closes a little too loudly, echoing down the hall I escape down. Luckily, I’m the only office in this area, so it doesn’t draw any unwanted attention as I make my getaway. I keep my head down, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention and cause them to spark a conversation. I need out of here as soon as possible. I fucked up. I fucked up big time.

I pass several people as I head for the exit, but thanks to my quick pace and the ability to keep my head down, everyone gets the hint and leaves me alone. The moment I step out intothe cool, night air, I take a large, deep breath, feeling immensely better. It’s been a while since I’ve had a panic attack, but I know when it starts to come on, and I’m lucky it hasn’t hit yet. I don’t give myself much time to think about it, knowing that acknowledging it will only cause it to take hold that much stronger. Once I catch my breath, I push on, moving toward my car in the parking garage.

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