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‘It seems to be leaking.’ She’s all round-eyed and innocent, but she’s not fooling me for a second – she’s teasing and I fucking love it.

I grin despite the pressure spiking in my balls. ‘Keep doing that and it’ll do more than leak. It’ll start to spit.’ I curl up then, I can’t help myself – that sassy mouth of hers is like a candy apple, and I want to bite into it.

But she shakes her head, places a stilling hand on my pec. ‘A deal’s a deal, Danny.’

I groan and drop to my elbows again, my head falling back between my shoulder blades. I should have known that was going to come back and bite me in the ass.

‘I think it can take a more vigorous technique now, don’t you think?’

My permission is clearly not required. By the time I’ve lifted my head, her hand is a blur on me and sensation floods my body. Her gaze is glued to my cock, her total concentration dizzying. The head is all purple and engorged, and when she slides her other hand inside my jeans to cup my balls, I’m lost.

She squeezes them.

‘Fuck.’ I grunt as her hot hand clamps tight around them, torturous and goddamn miraculous all at once. A hot ripple contracts my ass as she rolls them and works my cock with her fingers like they were made especially for me – my own personal handmaiden – and it’s more than I can stand.

The climax hits me like a cattle prod shoved right at the root of my dick. My hips jerk and I cry out, but it’s cut off in mythroat as the muscles in my balls and thighs and ass seize up and everything stops. My pulse, my breathing, even my sight, as everything goes a blinding white.

‘Yesss.’

I vaguely hear her triumphant whisper, her hand a fury against me now, as the wave of paralysis releases me from its grip and everything returns. The clatter of my heart, the saw of my breathing, and a rainbow of colour as pleasure rips through me, turning me around, turning me upside down, turning me inside out.

‘Yes, yes, yes.’

Her voice is raspy, and her eyes are wide as she watches the first jet of come shoot from my cock and splatter on my belly. More follow, and she tracks them too, until my balls have nothing left to give, until the final ripple of my orgasm recedes, and I collapse against the duvet, my elbows no longer able to keep me upright, my heart pounding.

But she’s not done with me yet, and I rouse a little as her fingers release their death grip from my cock and start to wander, sliding through my come. I raise my head to watch her as she finger-paints with my spunk, swirling it around, pushing it over my stomach and ribs and higher.

Just as I had fantasised about doing to her.

Surprisingly, it’s a turn-on watching her do it to me, too. Watching her getting off on it. And she is. Her nipples are as hard as bullets, and she’s rocking on me a little, her pussy lips rubbing against the denim of my jeans as she bites on her bottom lip.

‘Having fun there?’

She doesn’t look at me. It’s as if she’s mesmerised by the patterns she’s drawing. ‘It’s important to complete the treatment,’ she says, her voice high yet husky, and I wonder ifshe’s even aware of the increasing grind of her pussy on my thigh.

I tuck both hands under my head and settle in for the show. ‘You’re the doctor.’

The pads of her fingers, wet with my come, push hard against my nipples. It feels fucking incredible, and my dick, previously spent, twitches. ‘Put some on yours,’ I say, my voice almost a growl at the thought of it. I tense my thigh and push it up hard against her pussy, and she sucks in a breath.

Her glittering eyes meet mine, and she moans, rocking her hips a little faster. She shakes her hair back, her tits thrusting, and she doesn’t look like the prim and capable young doctor too tired and busy for life any more. She’s just a woman.

A sexy, wanton woman.

Hell, she looks like every supermodel I used to fantasise about fucking when I was fifteen, all rolled into one. The fact she doesn’t even know how breathtaking she is right now only makes her hotter.

Her tits rock to the rhythm of her hips, and her mouth is slightly parted as she slides her index fingers through a puddle of spunk. She lifts her hands to her tits and paints her impossibly erect nipples with my come, drawing in a ragged breath, obviously aroused by her own touch. They shine with moisture even in the low light of the elevator, and the feral beast inside my head growlsmine.

There’s no way I can just watch any longer. I want to taste my come on her tits, lick it all off, and I want her to come while I’m doing it. I lift up, grabbing her hands off my chest and pushing them down, sliding her fingers between her legs, keeping my hands on top.

‘Make yourself come.’

It’s not a suggestion, not a request. It’s a command. She’s desperate for another orgasm and close, too, if I’m not verymuch mistaken. I want her to get herself off while I suck her titties. I want to listen to it; I want to hold her through it.

I grunt as her hand obeys, her fingers knocking against mine as they rub frantically between her legs.

Oh, fuck yes.

I leave her to it, my mouth already salivating for a taste of her as it zeroes in on the nearest nipple, thrust right in front of my face, begging for tongue. My hands push her tits together and hold them that way as I suck a hard nub into my mouth. She gasps and arches her back, one hand sliding onto my shoulder for purchase as the other works her clit. Her moans and the taste and smell of me on her fill my head and shoot like an arrow straight to my groin, setting it on fire.