Page 1 of Eight Naughty Notes

PROLOGUE

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap …

His balls slapped against my engorged clit in a heavy pounding rhythm. My moans followed each deep thrust like an echoed response to his passionate call. My arms ached from holding myself up into this kneeling position and the weight he yielded behind his hips nearly pushed me down into the mattress, which would have worked to my advantage. But his hands gripped my waist to hold me steady, right as I thought I had no choice but to collapse. His heavy grunts signaled the amount of focus he had on bringing me to my third orgasm, and when I took a peek over my shoulder, my thoughts were confirmed as I examined his face and his tense, dark body. The vision of him admiring my body moving back against him only made me increase my arch and work my jiggling ass faster, harder, until he slapped a cheek. I cried out in pleasure, enflamed by the sound of my slickness as he pummeled my spot. The fact that he could continue to make me wetter only made me want to take more of the thick dick he was offering. The thought made me bite my lip and throw it back at him over and over because I knew exactly what he wanted, and more importantly, what I needed. I had to have every inch of him, and he was going to give it to me as long as I could handle it. However, the friction against my g-spot began to weaken my control, and I began to fall victim to it. How could I continue to hold myself up when the explosion inside of me was building? One thrust, and another, sent me tumbling into a pleasurable abyss as my body seized around his repeatedly. I wailed out and, feeling boneless, buckled down onto the mattress.

“Damn, you squirted all over my dick, baby. Fuck.”

I couldn’t respond to him. My face was plastered into the sticky covers, and my breath was finding its way back into my lungs. I just knew he’d gotten his, that was until he flipped me over on my back, forcing me to look back into his face. God, he was beautiful and still focused ... he wasn’t done. His lips captured mine and pulled a moan out of me. I felt his desire as if it were mine, and it was, I suppose. We were in the same place with each other, seeming to want to brand each other this night more than the other nights we shared together. As if he felt me beginning to pull away from the relationship we’d started and thought this would work to keep me close. It certainly was a start, I thought to myself as my canal still rippled from cumming so hard.

But likely not enough. There were a ton of reasons something so serious wouldn’t work for long. We were both “young” in our medical careers, and this type of love that we started could only go so far. Too much work needed to be put in to make this work, and we had life-saving commitments that had to take precedence. But I forgot all of that when his lips captured my puckered nipple before flicking and blowing on it. The sensation washed over me like a sensational blanket, making me twist on top of the sheets beneath his hovering body. He leaned in to repeat the action on my other nipple, and this time, I decided I couldn’t wait for him to work his way down my body anymore. I needed him back inside of me right now. I pulled him in close and told him in what sounded like a growl to my own ears, “Stop playing with me. Fuck me, please.”

His eyes looked back into mine, and just when I thought he might deny me, he kissed me hard and pushed my thighs far apart before thrusting deep inside of me. I choked out a cry. The intensity of his quick entry knocked the breath out of me, but I wanted it. I wanted to die a million deaths in his arms if only he’d resuscitate me back to life with his dick, with his thrusts, and with his driving orgasms. And that’s exactly what he did until we both could do no more and fell asleep.

Those last few hours with him would be what I had to hold onto because we were awakened to a code being called on one of the patients we both had been working with. Those last few hours would be the last positive experience I had with Christian Powers because when our patient died, I realized I’d been right. There was no room for love and this job at the same time.

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