Double Score

“We both know why you came here tonight.” A woman like her never would have left her apartment if she didn’t want to. Driver or not. Persistence or not. She was interested in what I had to offer her.

“And why is that?” She put her hands on her hips.

“Because you know you want to get fucked properly.”

Her eyes turned to round saucers. “Excuse me? Are we going back to that nurse bit because I thought we had that all cleared up.”

I shook my head. “No, we’re doing the fucking hot, sexy doctor bit.” I kissed her neck and her head rolled back.

“This isn’t good. I know your type. I know this doesn’t mean anything to you. I’m just another conquest to the great Wes Blakefield.”

“And what exactly does it have to mean?” I held her chin with my finger and thumb. “Haven’t you ever had sex because you’re attracted to someone and you know it’ll feel fucking incredible?”

She lowered her eyelashes. “I don’t think so.”

“Then you’ve been missing out, Doc.” I brushed my lips over hers. It took everything in me not to devour her on the spot.

“I can’t.” She closed her eyes. “I’ll get fired.”

My left hand found the zipper on the back of her dress and threaded it down to her ass. The sleeves slipped off her shoulders.

“And who’s going to tell them?” I asked, peeling the fabric from her skin. Her breasts pointed toward me as the dress fell to the floor around her ankles. She was wearing a black lace thong.

Her chest heaved with heavy breaths. “I’ve never—this isn’t a good idea.”

“Shh.” I placed my finger over her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth. She started sucking lightly and groaned as I pulled it out.

Her eyes opened. “I can’t sleep with you. This is a mistake.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” I crushed my mouth over hers again, pulling her naked body against mine. My dick twitched inside my pants. All I had to do was bend her over the kitchen counter and with a flick of my zipper, I could thrust deep inside her. I slapped her ass and she squealed.

“Wes, I don’t think this is me. I’m not like your other girls.”

I whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you try it?” I slid my hand over the roundness over her ass. “Let me show you how much fun we can have.”

“And what kind of fun is that?”

“The dirty kind.” I grinned. “The kind that will make you feel so good, you’ll forget everything else in your life.”

She sighed. “You can do that?”

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded. “But you have to do as I say.”

Her sapphire eyes darted back and forth. “One night,” she stated.

I wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind. She was going to be mine.

“I want you to sit on the couch,” I ordered.

For a moment she hesitated, but stepped out of the dress and walked to the couch, slowly sitting on the center cushion.

I smiled. “Now I only have one good arm, Doc.” I sauntered over to her. “So you’re going to have to help me.”

She stared at me as I sank into the seat next her. I pushed against her chest until she was lying on the couch.

“Spread your legs.” My hand ran over her nipples and down the soft skin of her stomach. She didn’t move. “I said, spread your legs.” My voice was firm. I wasn’t used to repeating myself.

She moved one leg and then the other until I could see her beautiful center. I traced over the small patch of lace covering her clit and slid it to the side. She moaned as I slipped a finger inside her and curled it deep. She bucked off the couch. Damn, she was tight.