I encircled my arms around his neck and kept kissing him, happy to hear this, but scared at the same time. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. All I’d been thinking about these days at the hospital was him and everything he made me feel, and I couldn’t get used to it at all.
“I just want you so much,” he murmured into my skin. “I wanted to do this slowly, but I can’t.”
“This?”
“Yes. This.” His eyes were filled with lust, and his erection was clearly visible through his scrubs.
He brought me to his lap and I straddled him. My shorts went up my thighs, and his eyes fell on my naked skin. He placed his hands on my calves and slid them up slowly, making me shiver. He stopped right below the hem of my shorts and squeezed my upper thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured and buried his head in my neck. He started sucking and licking my skin, creating a hot mess inside of me.
I bit his lower lip and sucked it gently.
He moaned and pulled off my t-shirt, tossing it aside. “Not wearing a bra, huh?” He grinned. “The things you do to me.”
His hands found my breasts, and I was already melting under his touch; I’d never been so turned on in my life. Everything was happening so fast though, and I wasn’t sure how wise it was to let emotions get the best off me...
He closed his lips around my nipple, causing all my doubts to disappear. Only focusing on the pure pleasure he was giving me, I arched my back, impatient to feel more.
As if reading my mind, he moved his hand underneath my shorts, pulled my undies aside, and rubbed my clit, all while watching me intently. I bit into my lip and returned his heated gaze, pushing my mound closer to his hand.
“What do you want, Kylie?”
“I want you to touch me.”
“How?”
“Make me come.”
His eyes grew dark
and his breathing became labored. “Hell,” he muttered and pushed his fingers through my wet folds. He moved his fingers around my swollen entrance, teasing me before he finally plunged inside. His two fingers easily slid in, and I started moving, thrusting my hips so his fingers could enter deeper. He licked his lips. “Mmm, you want my fingers that much?”
“I want everything. I want your fingers, your mouth, your cock—everything,” I breathed, closing my eyes for a moment when I felt a shot of pleasure burst through me.
“Kylie,” Max growled, his face taut with tension. He added another finger, but it was still not enough.
“More,” I said.
“More?”
“Damn.” He added the fourth finger, fucking me so roughly that my juices gushed out and soaked his lap.
I was close to my orgasm, but it still wasn’t enough. “More,” I gritted.
He hissed, pulled his fingers out, and moved me off his lap, finally losing his control.
He pushed me to the carpet and turned me around so that I was on all fours. The next moment, he removed my shorts and undies, leaving me completely naked.
“You will get more,” he grunted and slipped off his scrubs. A few seconds later, he was behind me, his cock with a condom pressing against my entrance. He slapped my ass as he slid inside, the mix of pain and pleasure making everything more intense.
He wrapped a fistful of my hair around his hand, pulling it and bringing my upper body flush against his chest as he roughly moved inside of me. His other hand grasped my breast, playing with its hard sensitive bud.
“Max,” I cried out.
“You are so naughty,” he said, having no idea just how true that was.
I needed him to fill me more and more, which simultaneously thrilled and terrified me. It felt like he was made for me. “Yes!” I cried.