ceiling.
‘Shit.’
Helen couldn’t move. Her left knee was lodged perilously close to her left ear. She wondered distantly if she’d ever seen it that close before and whether she’d ever be able to walk again.
Jay reached across and slowly lowered her legs to the ground. ‘Well, I think that proves who’s got the most stamina.’
‘That would be me. I came twice. You only managed it once.’
He chuckled and laid his large warm hand on her belly. ‘Hell. Let’s call it a draw shall we, and concentrate on getting off this floor.’
Helen tried to move and stifled a whimper. ‘I don’t think I can.’
Chapter Nine
Jay swore again and carefully got to his knees. His jeans were wedged uncomfortably below his butt. He paused to pull them up and shed the condom. Helen lay on the suede rug, her eyes closed, her skin flushed with arousal. Her legs were still wide open and he could see every inch of her well-fucked well-creamed pussy. His cock twitched and he grimaced.
Damn, his knee hurt. He hadn’t planned to put Helen under him and fuck her without mercy. She hadn’t complained though. She’d taken every hard thrust and given it right back to him. His shaft thickened again and he fought the temptation to bury himself back inside her until she begged him to do her again.
He grabbed his shirt from the arm of the couch and gave it to Helen. Taking her hand, he hauled her into a sitting position. ‘Put this on or I’m going to be inside you again.’
‘I wouldn’t mind.’
She turned her head to look at him and he tried to ignore the invitation in her gaze.
‘My knee would.’
Immediately her expression became all business. ‘Do you have an ice pack?’
He wanted to kick himself for drawing her attention to his knee but he nodded in the direction of the freezer. She pushed her arms into his shirtsleeves and got carefully to her feet. He tried not to groan as she bent over the freezer drawer, exposing her naked ass and rumpled stockings to his lustful gaze.
‘There’s a knee brace in the drawer behind you too. The ice pack fits inside it.’
As carefully as he could he scooted back until he sat against the bottom of the couch, his right leg stretched out in front of him, his left bent at the knee. When Helen applied the ice pack he winced.
‘That feels good, in a weird, painful kind of way.’
She knelt beside him and felt around his kneecap, her gaze focused and calm. ‘There doesn’t seem to be any swelling. You should know not to put too much pressure on it.’
‘Well, hell, doc, I wasn’t thinking about my knee, I was thinking about fucking you.’
‘I shouldn’t have been so demanding. I forgot about your knee and I’m supposed to be a doctor.’ She continued to touch his leg, strands of her hair drifting across his groin.
He caught her chin in his fingers. ‘I’m glad you forgot, and you weren’t too demanding. I was the one who turned it into some kind of competition.’
Her laughter warmed his skin. ‘You’re a guy. Of course you did.’ Her fingers lingered on his knee, tracing the scars from the surgery. His cock stiffened as she leant forward and kissed his knee. Damn, there was no way she was going to miss that. It was practically poking her in the eye.
Turning her head, he watched in horrified delight as she licked the crown of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were half-closed as if she was trying to guess the mystery flavor.
He slid a hand into her hair. ‘Do that again.’
Her tongue made a swirling foray around the exposed head of his cock and then paused to penetrate the oozing slit. He groaned as she continued the little stabbing motion, his body tense with delight.
‘Wait,’ he groaned. She stopped, her inquiring gaze fixed on his. Retaining his position on the floor, he picked her up until she straddled him, facing his cock. He pushed the shirt up until it exposed her butt.
‘What about your knee?’
‘Forget my knee. You’ve already
‘Shit.’
Helen couldn’t move. Her left knee was lodged perilously close to her left ear. She wondered distantly if she’d ever seen it that close before and whether she’d ever be able to walk again.
Jay reached across and slowly lowered her legs to the ground. ‘Well, I think that proves who’s got the most stamina.’
‘That would be me. I came twice. You only managed it once.’
He chuckled and laid his large warm hand on her belly. ‘Hell. Let’s call it a draw shall we, and concentrate on getting off this floor.’
Helen tried to move and stifled a whimper. ‘I don’t think I can.’
Chapter Nine
Jay swore again and carefully got to his knees. His jeans were wedged uncomfortably below his butt. He paused to pull them up and shed the condom. Helen lay on the suede rug, her eyes closed, her skin flushed with arousal. Her legs were still wide open and he could see every inch of her well-fucked well-creamed pussy. His cock twitched and he grimaced.
Damn, his knee hurt. He hadn’t planned to put Helen under him and fuck her without mercy. She hadn’t complained though. She’d taken every hard thrust and given it right back to him. His shaft thickened again and he fought the temptation to bury himself back inside her until she begged him to do her again.
He grabbed his shirt from the arm of the couch and gave it to Helen. Taking her hand, he hauled her into a sitting position. ‘Put this on or I’m going to be inside you again.’
‘I wouldn’t mind.’
She turned her head to look at him and he tried to ignore the invitation in her gaze.
‘My knee would.’
Immediately her expression became all business. ‘Do you have an ice pack?’
He wanted to kick himself for drawing her attention to his knee but he nodded in the direction of the freezer. She pushed her arms into his shirtsleeves and got carefully to her feet. He tried not to groan as she bent over the freezer drawer, exposing her naked ass and rumpled stockings to his lustful gaze.
‘There’s a knee brace in the drawer behind you too. The ice pack fits inside it.’
As carefully as he could he scooted back until he sat against the bottom of the couch, his right leg stretched out in front of him, his left bent at the knee. When Helen applied the ice pack he winced.
‘That feels good, in a weird, painful kind of way.’
She knelt beside him and felt around his kneecap, her gaze focused and calm. ‘There doesn’t seem to be any swelling. You should know not to put too much pressure on it.’
‘Well, hell, doc, I wasn’t thinking about my knee, I was thinking about fucking you.’
‘I shouldn’t have been so demanding. I forgot about your knee and I’m supposed to be a doctor.’ She continued to touch his leg, strands of her hair drifting across his groin.
He caught her chin in his fingers. ‘I’m glad you forgot, and you weren’t too demanding. I was the one who turned it into some kind of competition.’
Her laughter warmed his skin. ‘You’re a guy. Of course you did.’ Her fingers lingered on his knee, tracing the scars from the surgery. His cock stiffened as she leant forward and kissed his knee. Damn, there was no way she was going to miss that. It was practically poking her in the eye.
Turning her head, he watched in horrified delight as she licked the crown of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were half-closed as if she was trying to guess the mystery flavor.
He slid a hand into her hair. ‘Do that again.’
Her tongue made a swirling foray around the exposed head of his cock and then paused to penetrate the oozing slit. He groaned as she continued the little stabbing motion, his body tense with delight.
‘Wait,’ he groaned. She stopped, her inquiring gaze fixed on his. Retaining his position on the floor, he picked her up until she straddled him, facing his cock. He pushed the shirt up until it exposed her butt.
‘What about your knee?’
‘Forget my knee. You’ve already
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