forcing me to my back while his hands circled my ankles, and he placed my feet where he wanted them, back to the medical stirrups. I was probably going to hell after this—with him. Not only did he use the cold devices to hold my legs opened, but he used the rolling stool, too.
I raised up just as he sat in front of me. “What are you doing? You don’t have time for that.”
“Yes, I do. The door’s locked. I’ve got permission,” he reminded me again, moving the armed light right between my legs. “I’ve never really inspected it this close before.”
“You’ve seen me a million times.”
“But not as a doctor. I love it. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.”
My breath caught in my throat when I tried to protest. A finger inserted deep inside me stole my words. Knowing this could get dirty real fast, I begged for mercy. “Paxton, please stop. This is a doctor’s office.”
“Shhh, I have permission,” he said again, spreading me wider with two thumbs.
“Aahh, fuck, doctors’ don’t do that,” I said through a whimper as his lips cupped my aching nub with one tantalizing, very long suck. A minute of that and I wouldn’t have cared if we were on public display, but it didn’t last. Paxton never said so, but I don’t think he liked the taste of Mi’s lubrication. He stood between my legs, constantly pushing out on my knees while his fingers worked me over, never lingering in one place long enough to bring me to peak. That was done on purpose. Paxton knew when I was ready to come. He knew when to keep me from it, too. Bastard.
With sexual expressions, quiet moans, and one hell of a job with his fingers, I struggled with the need to be quiet. “Shhh, you have to be quiet.”
“I can’t. Put it in me,” I begged, almost sure I tasted blood from my own teeth. Quiet wasn’t part of my orgasm ritual. Not since I could remember anyway.
Paxton slid into me without me realizing that he had it out. It was the perfect standing position for him, and I had no complaints from where I laid either. “I love this thing.”
“We’re not getting an examining table. Oh, my God, Pax. We’re crazy. Like Fruit-Loop crazy. We’re having sex where we just saw our baby.”
Paxton held tight to my hips, never missing a beat, smiling while he moved in and out of me. IN THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE! “We’re definitely crazy. You’re so bad.”
“Oh, man. Hmmm, right there, baby,” I moaned as my hips swerved into his the thumb, praying for him to hurry, but not wanting it to all be for nothing at the same time. He made me do it, might as well get something out of it. That was my way of thinking anyway. Not that I was thinking about anything other than the big O at the time, but still.
Paxton pulled my hands, and covered my mouth with his just as I hummed, feeling the explosion all around me. “Fuck, baby. Aahh, fuck,” he said with hot words close to my lips.
As soon as I felt the last wave I shoved him away, feeling him quickly slide out. “I hate you so much,” I promised while wiping away his remnants with the paper sheet. “This is the doctor’s office. What’s wrong with you?” I scolded like it was all his fault.
“It smells like sex in here.”
That stopped my tantrum for a second. “It does?”
“A little. Let’s go get the kids. We’ll go do something fun with them and tell them about the baby.”
I glanced at my phone, seeing that it was close to time to get them anyway. “Go where?”
“I don’t know. I just saw a new skate park over on Ramshire. Rowan and Vander would love that. We’ll swing by and get their boards and a change of clothes.”
Paxton unlocked the door once I was fully dressed, and just in time. Gah. I couldn’t even look at, Mi. I really did hate him.
“What about Rowan. She’s not going to get on a skateboard. She might break a nail.”
“That’s not funny.”
“But the truth.”
“Sort of.”
“Keep taking your vitamins,
I raised up just as he sat in front of me. “What are you doing? You don’t have time for that.”
“Yes, I do. The door’s locked. I’ve got permission,” he reminded me again, moving the armed light right between my legs. “I’ve never really inspected it this close before.”
“You’ve seen me a million times.”
“But not as a doctor. I love it. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.”
My breath caught in my throat when I tried to protest. A finger inserted deep inside me stole my words. Knowing this could get dirty real fast, I begged for mercy. “Paxton, please stop. This is a doctor’s office.”
“Shhh, I have permission,” he said again, spreading me wider with two thumbs.
“Aahh, fuck, doctors’ don’t do that,” I said through a whimper as his lips cupped my aching nub with one tantalizing, very long suck. A minute of that and I wouldn’t have cared if we were on public display, but it didn’t last. Paxton never said so, but I don’t think he liked the taste of Mi’s lubrication. He stood between my legs, constantly pushing out on my knees while his fingers worked me over, never lingering in one place long enough to bring me to peak. That was done on purpose. Paxton knew when I was ready to come. He knew when to keep me from it, too. Bastard.
With sexual expressions, quiet moans, and one hell of a job with his fingers, I struggled with the need to be quiet. “Shhh, you have to be quiet.”
“I can’t. Put it in me,” I begged, almost sure I tasted blood from my own teeth. Quiet wasn’t part of my orgasm ritual. Not since I could remember anyway.
Paxton slid into me without me realizing that he had it out. It was the perfect standing position for him, and I had no complaints from where I laid either. “I love this thing.”
“We’re not getting an examining table. Oh, my God, Pax. We’re crazy. Like Fruit-Loop crazy. We’re having sex where we just saw our baby.”
Paxton held tight to my hips, never missing a beat, smiling while he moved in and out of me. IN THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE! “We’re definitely crazy. You’re so bad.”
“Oh, man. Hmmm, right there, baby,” I moaned as my hips swerved into his the thumb, praying for him to hurry, but not wanting it to all be for nothing at the same time. He made me do it, might as well get something out of it. That was my way of thinking anyway. Not that I was thinking about anything other than the big O at the time, but still.
Paxton pulled my hands, and covered my mouth with his just as I hummed, feeling the explosion all around me. “Fuck, baby. Aahh, fuck,” he said with hot words close to my lips.
As soon as I felt the last wave I shoved him away, feeling him quickly slide out. “I hate you so much,” I promised while wiping away his remnants with the paper sheet. “This is the doctor’s office. What’s wrong with you?” I scolded like it was all his fault.
“It smells like sex in here.”
That stopped my tantrum for a second. “It does?”
“A little. Let’s go get the kids. We’ll go do something fun with them and tell them about the baby.”
I glanced at my phone, seeing that it was close to time to get them anyway. “Go where?”
“I don’t know. I just saw a new skate park over on Ramshire. Rowan and Vander would love that. We’ll swing by and get their boards and a change of clothes.”
Paxton unlocked the door once I was fully dressed, and just in time. Gah. I couldn’t even look at, Mi. I really did hate him.
“What about Rowan. She’s not going to get on a skateboard. She might break a nail.”
“That’s not funny.”
“But the truth.”
“Sort of.”
“Keep taking your vitamins,
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