Page 15 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

“Forgetting your jacket?” he asked, flicking the light off in his office as he passed. I turned to see him sliding his arms into his jacket.

“Didn’t wear one. It’s nice out today.” Now I was talking about the weather. What on earth? I sighed, my shoulders dropping.

“What is it?” He straightened the collar on his jacket.

I didn’t have to work up the courage to say what I was about to say, but I did have to temper my emotions so as not to come across as pushy—or desperate. God, that would be awful.

“Derek, you haven’t even spoken to me about the other night.” I stared into his eyes as I watched the range of emotion flash through them—panic, lust, apprehension, a serious expression I couldn’t place.

“Water under the bridge.” He started for me again, and I dropped my purse onto a chair in the waiting room and turned to lock the door. His eyes grew wide. “Why did you do that?”

“We’re not leaving until you admit you liked it.” I thought for a split second about crossing my arms over my chest, but the tiniest hint of a smirk graced the corner of his mouth and I knew what he was thinking. “So sit down right there and tell me you liked it.”

Derek’s nostrils flared, a flash of something in his eyes that was almost primal. He took his jacket off and sat, laying it across his lap. My heart fluttered when I realized what was happening. I had wanted nothing more than to discuss the situation, but the open door he left me begged to be slammed shut with me and him inside.

“I liked it.” Nonchalant was not the tone I’d expected from him, but those words on his lips were all the encouragement I needed.

I walked a circle around him, drawing my finger over his back from shoulder to shoulder as I did so. I rounded to where I’d have to step over his feet, and instead, I stretched my leg right over his knees and settled down on his lap, straddling him.

“You liked it?”

He wore a tie today, something I found hugely attractive. I started loosening it, and he didn’t seem to protest at all. His hands rested on my thighs, pushing my flouncy skirt up little bits at a time until it was around my waist and his thumb trailed over the lacy edge of my panties.

“I really liked it. But I thought I told you it couldn’t happen again.”

“And I thought I told you I wasn’t backing down until you could admit that you have zero interest in me, or that society was right for keeping us apart simply because of ridiculous rules.” The tie undone, I left it hanging on his shoulders and began unbuttoning his shirt. Derek gripped my thighs, his thumb pushing down over my clit. I could tell there was a damp spot there already.

“You realize on the other side of that door is the outer waiting room where doctors and nurses walk right past. The only thing keeping them from hearing things that go on in here is a slab of wood an inch and a half thick.” Derek pulled the tie from his shoulders and held it in his hands. For a moment, I thought he’d toss it away, but when he lifted his arms and began to tie it around my mouth, I couldn’t help but jitter with expectancy.

“That means you have to be really quiet, and I know how much you want to show me you’re enjoying it by making sounds. So just be a good girl and let me fuck you quietly so no one knows.”

All I could think washow hot is that? My pussy clenched instinctively as he squeezed his hands between our legs and undid his pants, pulling his throbbing dick out. He tapped it against my panties, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I gripped his shoulders when he pushed a finger beneath the elastic lace and pulled it to the side.

I wanted to moan, but the tie muffled every sound, even as Derek slid the head of his dick through my wet slit. My nails would have punctured his skin if not for his dress shirt, because he pushed his cock up into me so hard it hurt—and then it felt amazing. In this position, he went deeper than last time, hitting a spot inside me that drove me wild.

“You’re such a good girl, staying quiet for your boss. Now I want you scoot forward, let me go a little deeper.” He pulled my body forward on his lap, his cock sinking farther into me. It had me doubling over, wishing I could bite down on his shoulder. I gripped the back of the chair and rode him, my hips rocking in time with his thrusts.

Fuck, just go a little faster...With my mouth gagged, I couldn't even tell him what I liked, but I found very quickly that he knew. His thumb returned to my clit, and with my panties pushed to the side, the heat of his skin on mine was all it took. He had me eating out of his hand. I whimpered as he drove upward into me, massaging my clit with his thumb.

“You like when your boss fucks you, Maggie? You like when I tell you to do things?” His hoarse whisper against the skin of my neck made me shiver. I was so close to orgasm I could feel my pussy already burning. Any second, I would spill over like I was waiting for him to say something that would push the big green button.

“You want me to tell you to do something really bad?”

I nodded frantically. If he just kept talking and fucking me, I’d be putty in his hands.

“Come for me.” The gruffness of his voice and the way his thrusts sped up merged into a blissful erotic euphoria that rushed up my back and prickled the hair on my neck before causing the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. I couldn’t contain the guttural groans and noises that came out of me, and I was, at that time, thankful for the tie knotted around my mouth.

“That’s a good girl, clench that pussy around my cock.” He thrust harder, driving his dick into my back wall. I’d heard of cervical orgasm but had never experienced something like this, and fuck, was I missing out my whole life. “Yeah, that’s it, ride me.”

Derek’s movements slowed as mine took over. I needed more, the sensations so intense it was like I was an addict needing a fix. I ground my pelvis down around him, begging to feel his dick hit that spot deep inside me, and I wasn’t disappointed. When one orgasm finished, another took its place, stronger than the first. I twitched and jerked like a wild animal, head rolled back and eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands now gripping my hips. His thumbs pressed in hard, as if he were trying to make me stop, but it felt too good to even slow down. “Shit, Mags.” Even his muscular arms couldn’t restrain me. The visceral need for his cock to go deeper drove me, my body locked in an ecstatic state to the point I was unreachable. “Mags, I’m gonna—” His phrase was cut off by the gasp of his climax. His face buried in the low neckline of my shirt, he sank his teeth into my breast as I drove him harder. I felt his heat enter me, each pulse of his dick pressing against my clenched muscles, and when I was spent, I slowed and lay draped over him.

Derek reached up and untied the tie from my mouth, quickly forcing it between our bodies. I felt him wrap it around himself, and I slowly rose, letting him pull out. The mess was mostly contained in the tie, but a bit had dribbled down onto his pants leg, and the rest ran down my inner thigh.

He grimaced at me, and I held up a finger, holding his reaction off. I carried tissues in my purse, which I pulled out and used to dry my thigh, and then I knelt next to him and mopped up the mess on his pants leg.

“Sorry, Boss.” I smirked at him as he used the tie to dry his still-hard dick. “I could have licked that clean for you.”

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