Page 54 of Misery and Ecstasy

“Maybe it’s because you’re worth taking a chance on.” Cupping her cheek, my chest tightens when she relaxes her face against my palm. “And maybe you can find it in you to take a chance on me too.”

“I’m probably fucking crazy, and you should probably find a new, way more capable doctor to help you. I haven’t questioned myself or my sanity more than I have in the past four days.” A sad smile that doesn’t meet her eyes floods her face as she shakes her head. “There’s a very good chance I’m going to fuck this up.”

“You have no more of a chance than I do, Doc.”

Lifting onto her tiptoes, she presses her soft lips to mine. Opening for her, she sucks my tongue between her lips, simulating a blow job. I groan, rubbing myself against her. When my cock glides against the wetness that is still between her legs, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom.

“Mmm…” She moans against my lips before pulling her head back. “Put me down.”

I stop suddenly, fucked out of my mind that she’s already had a change of heart as I lower her body until her feet hit the floor. She takes my hands in hers then leads me over to the bed.

I try to hide my relief, but I don’t think I do a good job judging by her sly smile and the playful gleam in her eye.

When I’m at the edge of the bed, she pushes gently at my chest, and I let my body fall back. I come up on my elbows, breath hitching as she drops to her knees between my legs.

My eyes grow wide before I blink in anticipation of what she’s about to do.

Shit.

I’ve only had three blow jobs in my life. One from Lillian, the other two from Eva.

I didn’t enjoy any of them.

I almost stop McKinsey, but she looks so perfect, licking her pink lips as she curls her hand around my shaft.

Quivering, I nearly blow my load the second her skin touches mine.

Fuck, Draven. Don’t fuck this up already.

My breathing increases as she wraps her gorgeous fucking lips around my cock before feeding all of me into her mouth.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

And she says she’s not perfect.

My arms buckle beneath me from the pleasure, causing me to fall back onto the bed.

“Jesus. Fuck, Kins…”

She works her hands and tongue over my cock masterfully until I’m right near the edge again. I almost don’t stop her, but I don’t want this to end yet.

Sitting up, I cup her cheeks and gently pull her off of me before helping her to her feet. I tug her in for another kiss before we lower ourselves back onto the bed. Crawling to the middle, she spreads her legs for me to enter her again.

Her eyes roll back as I push into her. One hand dives between us so she can rub her clit, the other resting against my cheek. I place my hand over hers before turning my face to kiss her palm.

In the garage, she begged me to fuck her harder, whereas now she’s less frenzied. She seems content to allow me to move slower. But as worked up as we are already, it doesn’t take either of us long to come.

We stare contentedly into each other’s eyes as we finish, and I pull out of her.

We don’t utter another word, and eventually, she falls asleep on my chest. I listen to the steady rhythm of her breathing for a while. Finally, without a care in the world—for the first time in a long time—I succumb to my own fatigue and drift into a dreamless sleep.

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The next morning, I’m awoken by the sound of roaring laughter coming through the wall of my room. It reminds me of when I used to live out in the barracks. It’s like a damn frat house out there, the way my brothers carry on with one another.

The barracks. McKinsey.

The second her name floats into my mind, my senses are overcome with the memory of her. The feel of her lips around my cock. The taste of her pussy on my tongue.

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