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I wish I’d had time to have a little trim, but Cryus doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he likes the fluffy little bit of hair above my pussy.
“You really mean it?” I ask.
His fingers slide inside my cunt. I arch my back as he saws into my channel. His fingers are long and wide and they’re driving me wild. I never want this moment to stop.
“Billie!” Nurse Mandy knocks on the door. She tries the handle a few times. “The door’s locked! What’s going on in there?”
“Go away, Mandy!” I yell. “Just go the fuck away!”
Cyrus doesn't even stop what he’s doing. There’s a devilish smile across his face.
This man is going to be the end of me.
“What?” I say.
I can hear Mandy’s footsteps click-clacking down the hall towards her desk. Everyone in the hospital will know about this by morning. But for once in my life I don't care.
“That feel good?” Cyrus asks.
“It did, actually,” I smile.
He buries his fingers all the way inside me. His thumb rubs circles on my clit. “As good as this?”
I can barely breathe. My orgasm is about to fucking explode. “Never,” I say.
He carries me through to the end. Pushing me further and harder than I thought possible.
When he’s done, and I’m laying with my head against the pillow and my chest is rising up and down like a wave on a great big ocean, Cyrus stands up and undoes his belt and drops his pants to the floor.
My eyes almost bulge out my head. I’m a nurse, but I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
They should build statues to it.
Name cities after it.
There should be whole religions worshiping his cock.
“You like what you see?” he growls, stepping towards me.
I reach out with my hand and take ahold of his length. He’s so thick, my fingers barely meet up on the other side.
As if he can read my mind, he says, “don’t worry. It’s not gonna hurt. I’ll go extra slow.”
Carefully, he climbs on top of me.
The first inch hurts. The second inch, not so much. By the time he's all the way in my body's vibrating and I sound like I'm singing opera.
I close my eyes and dig my nails into the flesh on his muscle-clad shoulders.
Our lips unite. His tongue invades my mouth and sweeps over me like a cool glass of lemonade on a hot summer’s day.
“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he groans. Picking up the pace. Holding my hands on the bed beside me and kissing my neck and then my breasts and then picking me up and flipping me over and doing me from behind.
“Shit, Cyrus!” I scream.
My orgasm bursts out from between my legs. I grab the bedsheet. Scrunching it between my fingers as I bite down on my lip. If I’m not careful I’ll wake up all the patients in the ward. Even the deaf ones.
“Fuck!” Cyrus groans.
