Page 27 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

“Try and stop me.” She pushed at my shoulder, but I wouldn’t budge.

“Maggie, just talk to me. I can see you’re really upset. You don’t have to leave like this. You don’t have to quit. You are a fantastic nutritionist, and the office needs you.” I was relieved when she took a step back and stopped trying to shove me aside.

“Get out of my way.” Her angry glare turned to a quivering lip, which turned to a shout. “Move!”

I could think of nothing else to do than to cover her lips with mine and silence the beasts raging inside both of us. She resisted, slamming her fists into my shoulders as I cupped her cheeks and held her there. But the punches didn’t hurt, and I knew they were just her way of releasing the anger she felt. So I endured them as I kissed her deeper, feeling her lips part to let me in.

My tongue danced against hers as her hands gripped my biceps. She still resisted, trying to pull away, pressing on my chest. So I slid a hand behind her head and tangled it in her hair, refusing to let up. The hot, angry kisses devolved into an animalistic urge to have her.

“Fuck, Maggie, I need you,” I said against her mouth. My body geared up to have her, and I felt her rage dissolving as she leaned into me. Her grip softened. Her resistance waned until she was tearing at my shirt. “Shit... I missed this so much.”

I yanked the bag off her shoulder and blindly dropped it to the side, then grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it. It filled my grasp, fuller than I remembered. She moaned. It sounded like pain, but the way she attacked my neck with kisses and teeth told me she wanted more. So I gave her more. I backed her against a stack of boxes, leaning in so hard she almost lost her balance, and she pushed me back, forcing me into a shelving unit.

Bottles of cleaner and mop heads on the shelf toppled to the floor. The sound was deafening, but I ignored it. She had me so worked up just thinking she’d actually walk out before we settled things. I had to have her.

“God, you have to fuck me,” I whispered in her ear and felt her hand down the front of my pants in response. She stroked me as she worked to get the button undone, so I helped her, freeing myself. “I need you so bad.”

Gone were the naughty role-playing phrases we’d say to each other when things got steamy. This was pure, visceral lust clawing its way out of my soul and demanding that she be the one to answer its call. My hands groped her curves, feeling their fullness beneath my hands. How could she leave this behind? Why didn’t she see what she’d be missing?

CHAPTERTWENTY

Maggie

Thoughts raced through my head,but I pushed every single one of them aside. I was helplessly in love with this man, and even when he was a complete asshole, I still wanted him. I couldn’t help myself. My hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him as his teeth sank into my shoulder, and I pushed him harder against the shelf.

“Why are you such an asshole?” I worked at getting his pants down with one hand while he was busy pushing the elastic waistband of mine lower. He took a firm grip of my ass cheek and squeezed.

“Shut up and fuck me.” Derek got a bit forceful again, walking forward as he pushed my panties down. We ran into a mop bucket, making it roll toward the door. The mop, once standing erect in the basin, fell over, smacking the door loudly. He slammed me against the wall, groping my breast as my pants fell to the floor. I was thankful for the comfort of elastic waistband scrubs that were baggier and much easier to remove. I stepped out of my ballet flats and away from my discarded clothing.

“Stop telling me what to do.” I let go of his cock long enough to push his pants down, and he hoisted my shirt up over my chest and folded the front of my bra down. He bent over and covered my nipple with his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his pants. I hissed when he bit down too hard but groaned softly when his fingers found my pussy, already dripping and craving him.

He plunged his fingers between my folds and into me and made the ache grow worse. By the time I finally got him out of his shirt, he had precum dripping from his dick. The more I stroked, the more precum slicked my grip. He thrust his fingers into me, working to touch that rough patch inside that felt so good, and I lifted a leg, resting my foot on a shelf behind him so he’d have more room to pleasure me.

“Fuck... Derek, make me come.” I pressed down on his shoulder, directing him to what I really wanted. He lingered there, tongue circling my nipple as I stroked him, but I pressed on his shoulder harder. “God... do I have to fucking beg?”

His lips returned to mine, silencing my attitude, and his hands squeezed my tits so hard I thought I’d cry. They were so sensitive it hurt to wear a bra right now, and fuck if his thumbs pressing in on my nipples wouldn’t bring me to orgasm if he did it long enough, but they hurt. So I reached with both hands and pushed down on his shoulders one more time.

“I need you to eat me now.”

Derek dropped to his knees and used both hands to spread me open. The heat of his breath across my moisture sent a shudder of pleasure up my back. I left my hands on his shoulders as his tongue plunged into me and he sucked my folds. My pussy screamed for him to penetrate me, but I knew if I rushed it I’d finish too soon. I wanted to enjoy every second of this.

I laced my fingers in his dark waves and pushed his face into me, doubling over as his sucking made me jolt with pleasure. Derek smeared the wetness around my pussy and teased my ass. I felt weak in the knees, the twinge of pain in my groin growing by the second. And when he pushed his fingers in, I clenched.

“Shit...” His tongue pressed into my clit, then he started sucking, all the while slowly gliding his fingers in and out of me. I thought I’d fall over, but he draped my leg over his shoulder and I leaned on him, now grabbing fistfuls of hair. He devoured me, sucking me and thrusting into me with three fingers. I wanted more, like his whole fucking fist, but before I even had a chance to whimper out how good it felt, my body was convulsing. He never backed off, indulging in the fruit of his labor. I felt the deluge of my release making me sloppily wet, and he sucked it up faster than my body made it.

Derek continued his ministrations until the orgasm passed. I was left hunched over, panting, as he rose up and pinned me against the wall. His kisses returned with fervency, and I tasted myself on his lips which only turned me on more. He kept an arm hooked beneath my knee and lifted as he slid into me.

“Shit, I’ve needed this for days.” Each upward thrust drove into me harder than the previous one, grinding me against the wall. His body melded into mine, his hands gripping my tits again. I whimpered, the ache in my breasts a little too much, but the way he fucked me distracted me.

“Derek, I—” His lips covered mine before I could ask him to stop squeezing my breast. He drove harder, pushing his cock into my back wall, that spot so deep it felt like he’d sink into my womb. It stimulated something stronger than the previous orgasm, dwarfed the waves of arousal like a tsunami washing houses into each other.

“You feel amazing,” he grunted, pumping his hips upward. His thrusts were glorious, driving me closer to the edge again, and he sped up too, which only made my pussy tense more. I was going to come again.

My hands slid down his back, resting on his ass, where I dug my nails in, wishing he’d go even deeper. My pants of pleasure came out louder than intended, but I didn’t care. I needed this. So I pushed my nails in harder, and he responded by fucking me harder. My head knocked on the wall, his body holding me there until he’d had his way with me. And when my release came again, I had to bite his chest to avoid screaming. The orgasm was so intense I could barely stand.

I was so lost in ecstasy I didn’t realize he had released too until I felt his load running down my leg. He remained there, slowly pumping into me as I recovered, and I turned my chin up to find his lips eager to kiss me. These kisses were softer but somehow hungrier than before. He released my leg and I lowered it. As he pulled out, he cupped both of my cheeks and continued kissing me. I felt his cock resting against my stomach, still hard and wet. I didn’t want him to pull away. I didn’t want this to end.

My heart felt so connected to him in that moment that nothing else in the world even mattered. My hands splayed on his bare chest. I felt his heart pounding. His teeth raked across my lower lip, and he rested his forehead on mine. He had sated the need in my body for pleasure, but the ache in my heart for love remained. If only he knew the words my heart needed to say and would say them unprompted. It was all I wanted.

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