Page 29 of Outback Mate
I diligently obey, suckling at his gloved fingers like an Omega starved. He pumps his fingers in and out before pulling them away with a wet pop.
I move to swipe the back of my hand over my bottom lip, but he snatches my wrist and holds it firm. “No, no. Don’t interfere with my investigation. Leave it.”
The wet saliva feels cool as my face heats with a blush.
“Now, tell me where else you’re sensitive.”
Just as I’m about to say something, his gloved fingers lightly graze the swell of my breast. I choke on my words.
“Tell the doctor, Omega,” he commands.
I’m not in control of the situation anymore. My prodding and baiting has worked too well, and I’m an eager participant in this little charade.
“Lower.”
“Here?”
“No, lower.”
His fingers catch on my lacy bra, and he traces the edge lightly. I push my chest forward in a silent request and he peels the material down, the cups bunching beneath and exposing my sensitive nipples.
His fingers graze over the swell of my breast before pausing over my heart, resting there for a moment as if he’s taking time to count the beats.
“Your heart is racing,” he comments, but doesn’t make a diagnosis. We both know why my pulse is thumping.
Finally, his fingers skate across my skin and brush over my taut nipple. I let out a long, yearning moan.
My panties flood with a fresh gush of slick. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath. I’m in physical discomfort from needing his cock.
“Ah, yes. Sensitive,” he comments, the shadow of his head tilting as if he’s curious.
I reach out and place my hand over his gloves, pressing him fully into my breast. I’m more than a handful, but his huge palms squeeze me so completely.
“Doc, please,” I breathe.
He makes a satisfied noise in the back of his throat. He’s pleased with the noises he’s pulling from his patient, and it makes me bold. I don’t want this to end, but my pussy is clenching around nothing, begging to be filled by his knot.
“Is there any treatment that–” I pant as his other hand joins his thorough expedition. “T-that can help alleviate my symptoms?”
As an answer, he gives both buds a quick, sharp tug, and my back bows.
I howl, my voice getting lost in a booming thunder clap.
I gasp as he twists again, and I see stars. It’s too much, it’s not enough. It’s perfect. It’s bliss.
I need him inside me,now.
I’m pleading, begging for more, less, everything and anything he’ll give me.
I babble, telling him I need to feel his cock spreading me wide as he ruts into my willing body, using me to relieve his own instinctual desire. He’s a good, caring doctor and a decent man. I can tell by the way he cares for animals who can’t protectthemselves. He deserves this pleasure. He deserves to take his pleasure inside me.
He doesn’t reply or acknowledge my words, but I know he hears them.
I don’t know where his control comes from because I feel like I’m about to combust from unresolved sexual tension. I want to burn.
He rocks his hips against my hip, and I feel him. The rigid, straining bulge in his jeans. He wants this just as much as me, and the knowledge has my pussy gushing and clenching with another needy spasm.
“And where else do you feel discomfort, Poppy?”
