Page 40 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

Just like yesterday, it feels too good to stop. His tongue is strong and moving with mine. His lips are soft yet firm, and he’s kissing me hard and fast, too weak to do anything but give himself what he needs. And what he needs is me.

I bite his lower lip, and he hisses, but he doesn’t slow our kiss or pull away. Instead, he wraps his large hand around my throat, and it causes something inside of me to erupt in flames of desire and need.

“Did you lock the door when you came in?” he asks against my mouth.

“No,” I breathe.

He pulls away from me so fast that I nearly fall over. I catch my balance as I spin around to see him march over to the door and lock it. In the blink of an eye, he’s standing in front of me again. He grabs me by the back of my head and pulls my mouth back to his. His kiss is just as hard as before.

My hands move to his sides, fisting his shirt and slowly pulling it up his chest as he begins walking me backward and around his desk. He breaks our kiss, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor. Then he grabs my hips andspins me around, so my back is to him. His hands lock onto my wrists, and he plants my hands flat against his desk.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck. His hands move up my sides and around to my chest. He squeezes my breasts while pressing his erection against my ass. “You make me so fucking hard. The only thing I can think about is sliding back inside your tight pussy.”

His hand slides down my stomach, dipping into my pants until he’s cupping my sex. He squeezes slightly, applying enough pressure to make my stomach tighten as my walls contract with anticipation.

He bites my earlobe as he rubs in circles, making me weak in the knees. A soft moan slips from my lips. “I love hearing you moan,” he confesses as he continues to grind his hardness against my ass. His hips slow to a stop, almost like he’s realized something. “How experienced are you?”

I look at him from over my shoulder. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice shaky.

“You said you’ve dated, you just never had sex. I’m assuming that means that you’ve done other things?” His fingers are still moving over my panties, distracting me.

I nod. “I’ve made out with guys. I’ve given them head. Other than you, I’ve been the only person to make me come.”

The corners of his mouth lift slightly. “Have you ever been kissed here?” With his fingers still moving, I know what he means.

I swallow over the lump in my throat and shake my head.

“Would you let me kiss you there?”

My mouth is suddenly dry. It opens and closes like a fish gasping for air. I wet my lips. “I… I don’t know. Do you want to?”

“Yes, I do,” he says, removing his hand from me. He leans back as his hands move to my hips. He spins me around to facehim. “There’s nothing I want more right now than to have your naked ass up on my desk with your legs spread wide for me.”

“I… I don’t know,” I breathe, my entire body hot with need and embarrassment. What he’s suggesting seems a little more advanced than what I’m ready for.

“Do you trust me?”

“I barely know you,” I remind him.

“Yes, but you trusted me enough yesterday to fuck you without telling me you were a virgin,” he says, dipping forward to kiss just below my ear. “I promise I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”

My eyes shut when his mouth moves down my neck. “Why? I mean, why do you want to do that?” I ask, even though I’m not even sure how I’m forming words, let alone coherent thoughts.

“I want to taste you and see how sweet you are.”

Fear consumes me. What if I look funny down there or don’t taste good? I’ve been working all day. What if there’s sweat? “I don’t know. I’ve been running around all day. Shouldn’t I shower first?”

He smirks and shakes his head. “No way. I want to taste you.” He sits in his desk hair. “Drop your pants and sit on my desk.” His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. I know they’re blue, but they look nearly black in his dimly lit office. His jaw is flexed, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he wheels himself closer.

I’m unsure and nervous, but something about him makes me want to give him everything he asks for. And deep down, I want to experience this just as badly as he wants it. I hook my fingers beneath the waistband of my scrub pants and panties. With a deep breath, I push them both down my hips. I shimmy them lower and once they fall to my ankles, I use my toes to remove my shoes, and then I kick it all to the side. I sit on his desk, keeping my legs together as they dangle over the edge.

He grins. “Now, take off your top.”

I frown. “My top?”

He nods. “I want all of you exposed to me.” He sits, watching and waiting.

I pull my top over my head and unhook my bra.

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