Page 15 of Keeping Her Under
Like a stray dog taken in and spoiled.
As an unfamiliar warmth spreads through my chest, I force myself to look up from my phone and at the patient’s vitals. He’s steady. The music is still playing. The conversation is still going. Everything is stable.
And yet, my entire world has just shifted.
Summer Wintry isn’t just going to be a one-night stand in her hospital bed.
She’s going to be my wife.
Nine
I have the weekends off, but this Saturday morning, I want nothing more than to be back at the hospital. In Summer’s room. With my cock pumping into the hot grip of her pussy. I want my hands filled with her tits. My mouth with her nipples. I want to lick my way up her thighs. Then feast between them.
Taking my time.
Until I come from her taste alone.
Groaning, I tighten my hand on my cock as I keep my eyes on the living room TV. I wasn’t content with the small image on my phone. I needed to see her in all her glory, so I got out of bed and walked downstairs just for this.
My girl is spread out on the 50” screen, about to have a sponge bath. The two nurses peel off her hospital gown. My pulse quickens in anticipation at seeing Summer’s curves, but I want to order her caregivers to go slowly. To tease me with the reveal bit by bit.
But they are quick and efficient, especially as one is about to finish a twelve-hour shift and is ready to go home. Normally, only one nurse would bathe a patient, but Summer’s a much bigger girl and she needs to be moved carefully, so they have timed her care with the shift change.
As they start to sponge her down, I focus my gaze on her beautiful tits. I imagine pushing them together in my hands as I jerk off between them. Her boobs would be so soft and warm as they cushion my cock. Not tight like her pussy but still so fucking good.
As my hand quickens on my shaft, I will the nurses to fondle her breasts. I’ve always had a thing for cuckold porn and loving partners who share.
“Kiss her,” I murmur at the screen even though I know they can’t hear me. That if they could, my life would be over. I’d be in jail, and my future wife would be out of my reach.
But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about them touching her. Kissing her. One taking out the breathing tube so she can ride Summer’s face to orgasm while the other eats her pussy until she squirts.
Groaning, I tighten my hand on my cock and jerk it harder. But I don’t want to come yet. I want to drag this out, give myself some practice in patience for when I’m actually in the room with her.
So I loosen my harsh grip and force my hand to go slower.
So goddamn slowly, I want to scream.
My heart is pounding in my throat as I watch my girl on the screen. One of the nurses is rubbing her breasts now, while the other is picking up her rolls of stomach fat to clean beneath them. In a few more minutes, they’ll be between her legs.
“Pinch her nipples,” I rasp as I touch myself. “Both of you, suck one into your mouth while you finger her.”
My eyes flutter on another groan, but I don’t close them. I don’t want the fantasy behind my eyelids. I want to see her. I want to get another peek of that beautiful pussy as they spread her legs to clean her.
My gaze tracks down to her sexy, little cunt, but I can’t see anything in her current position. The teddy bear doesn’t have a clear line, and my frustration mounts.
I want to be with her right now. I want to be the one bathing her. Caring for her. Letting her know that all her troubles are now behind her. She’ll never want for anything now that she’s mine.
I’ll move her into my house, pay for all the bills, and feed her. I’ll help her recover from her coma and surgery. And if she resists or thinks I’m crazy? a little voice whispers.
Then I’ll just put her back into a coma.
Unlike my bitch of a mother, I won’t give up on her when the going gets hard. I will care for her like she needs me to, no matter how hard she tries to push me away. She’ll never be alone again.
As the nurses roll her over, I catch a glimpse of that pretty pink nub peeking out from her pussy lips. My hand quickens. As does my breath. My pulse. I reach down with my other hand to fondle my balls.
And with a guttural groan, I come hard.
My load shoots out all over my belly, some of it hitting as high as my chest.
