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Hunt spun my office chair around and pulled me to my feet, wrapping me in his arms. “You’ll figure it out, baby,” he whispered in my ear, nipping at my earlobe.
I slid my hand down his bare chest and inside his boxers. “I’m over here pouring over reports and your dick is solid as a rock?” I asked. “Why didn’t you tell me, sheriff? I feel like I’ve broken a law or something.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” he growled, sliding his hand inside my T-shirt and twisting a nipple between his thumb and a finger. “Unless, of course… well… you know.”
“I told you that when you get a hard-on, I need to be informed of it immediately,” I teased. “It is my primary job to relieve your pressure, you big hunk of a man.”
“Would it be rude of me to sit in your office chair and ask you to suck me dry?” he asked. “I like my boy on his knees when I’m suffering with this big nut I’m storing.”
“Only if you make me,” I said, spinning him around and pushing him toward the chair.
I removed my T-shirt, leaving only the briefs I’d put on after my evening shower. “Not yet,” Hunt grunted, yanking me in his arms and sliding his hand around to my lower back.
Hunt lifted me to my toes and met my mouth with his. He was so powerful, and I loved the way he was able to move my body at will. His tongue darted in and out as his hands traveled lower and inside my briefs, holding my ass cheeks in his strong hands as he squeezed.
“I thought you wanted head,” I teased, pressing my dick against his.
I moved a hand between us and found my way into his boxers again. His cock was leaking and his huge plum head was swollen and thick. My hand went lower and under his huge sack, holding the juicy kiwis and massaging them.
“I do want head,” he breathed, flinching slightly as I squeezed harder on his balls. “But now I think I want some of this hole,” he snarled, inching a finger toward my waiting hole.
“Did you lock the back door?” I asked, pushing my ass out and exposing my hole even more.
I’d been working in the clinic office when Hunt came downstairs to check on me. And just in case our sex act didn’tmake it upstairs to my bed, I was now concerned about whether he’d locked up when we went upstairs for dinner earlier.
Hunt stayed in town three nights a week, and I joined him at his place on other nights. I’d left him napping earlier and came down to the clinic to work on the files my lawyer forwarded me. He’d had a busy week, and I was overbooked at the clinic all week as well.
“Don’t worry. I locked the door,” he purred, swirling his hand around my hole before bringing his hand to his face. “Lemme lick this,” he said, moving his fingers to his mouth and grinning at me. “Nice and wet,” he whispered, inserting three fingers into his mouth.
My dick throbbed as I watched him slobbering on his fingers. “Follow me,” I instructed, untangling myself from him and heading to an exam room. “I have a better idea.”
“Whoa, doc! What are you up to?”
“You need an exam, sir,” I stated, pulling my briefs down and stepping out of them. “Meet me in exam room three, stat!”
I walked to the exam room and waited for him. I left the light off, so an emergency flashlight’s red charging light, plugged into the wall, was the only light in the room. A seductive reddish glow filled the small space.
“What are you gonna check?” Hunt’s masculine voice spoke when he peeked his head into the room.
“Shut the door and remove your boxers. Then I’d like you to sit on the end of the exam table, sir,” I ordered.
“Is this going to hurt, Doctor?”
“Do you want it to?” I asked, grabbing the rolling stool and sitting my bare ass on it, rolling toward him. “Move forward on the table a bit, sir. I need to take a closer look.”
Hunt’s huge body sat hulking over me when I rolled between his feet. I moved his knees apart, and his balls hung nearly to thetable’s vinyl-covered surface. His throbbing cock pulsed as he sat there staring at me, his eyes watching me lustfully.
“My problem is that my cock hurts, doc,” he said, moving his eyes toward his erection. “It feels like something is building up inside.”
I reached for his cock and pulled it closer to my mouth. His legs spread wider when I leaned forward. I ran my finger over his head and smeared precum all around until he squirmed.
“Relax, sheriff,” I soothed. “You need a thorough examination of this swollen meat. Lucky for you, this is my specialty.”
My mouth hovered over his cock. Hunt grabbed my head and tried to force me on him, but I resisted. “Come on, doc. Suck my dick,” he gruffed. “I’ve got good insurance and fucking need my cock sucked.”
“Lie back, sir,” I instructed, standing and moving to a row of drawers. Before opening one of the supply drawers, I turned to him, and added calmly, “I think a prostate check is warranted.”
Hunter’s eyes widened, and he quickly sat upright. “Excuse me?” he gasped, almost ruining our role-playing.
