Page 37 of Written in the Charts

She showed me no mercy. She held no punches.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking me like this,” I groaned.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Swallowing hard, I fought the urge to cry out. I didn’t want to alert anyone to what was going on. Still, an elongated moan escaped my lips.

She held her finger up to her lips, never losing her rhythm. “Shh,” she whispered. “Otherwise, I’m going to have to stop.”

I nodded. I was barely holding it together as I held onto her hips. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along my collarbone. I took another steadying breath. She made her way right beneath my earlobe. I felt her tongue toy with my earlobe.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

I wrapped my arms around her and gave her the tightest bear hug she’d ever had. She was trapped, but that didn’t deter her from squeezing her walls around my dick. Her pussy felt like a thumping heart. A knot formed in my stomach, and I knew this examination would be over soon. My breathing hitched. Her lips found mine again. She drove her tongue inside my mouth. The kiss was otherworldly.

It was mutual.

It was reciprocal.

The passion that it exuded. The carnal way we devoured each other’s mouths as if we had been suffering through starvation. It was undeniable how much I craved her. My body buckled as I gave into every emotion I felt.

“Oh. My. God.” she purred in my ear. Her reaction encouraged me as pleasure shot through my body. “Evan,” she moaned.

“I love the way you feel,” I groaned.

I kept thrusting, seizing control of her. A shiver rolled through my body like an aftershock. I pulled her into me, kissing her deeper. Her eyes were wild. My legs were soaking wet from her juices seeping out. The anticipation to make her come was real. My heart pounded in my throat as she left evidence of our lovemaking up and down my chest with her fingernails. I continued grinding into her pussy. She responded in kind.

She spasmed, her head tucked down against my chest. I felt her pussy convulse around me, gripping me and releasing as her orgasm hit her. She panted, biting my shoulder, and she dug her fingers into my sides. Then she started thrusting again, pushing her orgasm to a new level and taking me with her.

“Shit, Gypsy,” my voice was hoarse and desperate. “You’re going to make me explode if you keep rocking like that.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “That’s the goal.”

Gypsy flexed her hips and picked up the pace. She lifted all the way off me and bounced back down. I cried out, and my cry echoed throughout the room. Gypsy covered my mouth with her hand and winked at me.

“Shit,” she grunted.

She clamped down on me, and I stiffened. The deep ache in my belly exploded as I filled her with my seed. Her back arched, and she quivered as she continued to ride the wave. Her nails dug deeper into my skin at the same time she bent her head back and convulsed repeatedly until they became tiny tremors before she was finished.

I lay there twitching as she climbed off me. She handed me a white paper towel from the dispenser to clean myself up as I watched her pull her clothes out of one of the cupboards in the corner of the room. She had a seductive smirk on her face as she dressed, and I put my cock back in my pants before I decided to have her again.

“That was totally unexpected,” I told her, standing to tuck in my shirt.

“Always expect the unexpected with me.” She winked, then I noticed a flash of something else cross her features. She looked upset about something, but she hid it well.

“Is everything okay?” I sat back on the table, pulling the leg of my pants up so I could get the injection.

She sighed and smiled, though I could tell it was forced. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Turning to prepare my injection, she shrugged. The smile was forced. I could tell that much.

“You don’t seem fine.” I swung my legs around the side of the table and leaned forward, ready to slide off and hug her. I hoped she wasn’t having a bad day.

“I’m fine.”

“Girls say they’re fine when they’re not fine. What’s wrong?”

Gypsy turned to face me, tears glistening in her eyes. She held the needle up, advancing on me. I scooted back on the table, allowing her to give me the injection. Today didn’t hurt as badly as normal, maybe because I was focused on her pain. As soon as she finished, I gently grabbed her wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

The tears spilled over and she shook her head. She turned and disposed of the needle and peeled off her gloves. She wiped her eyes as I slid off the table, holding her from behind. I didn’t know what had happened to cause this dramatic shift, but I felt like it was my fault.

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