Slowly she gets up, dragging her glorious tits all over my body in the process and I almost lose my mind. We finally have all the cards on the table and I wait for her to bolt out the room and never look back.
” Zachary...” Her voice is a whispered breath and it makes my skin crawl. “Break me. I want that one time.”
Suddenly everything fades. Blood pumps in my ears and I can’t hear a damn thing.
I’m a beast, an animal ready to mate. This girl has no idea what she’s getting herself into.
“Lock the door.”
“Lock the door.”
The wicked promise behind his words has a hypnotic effect on me. I go and turn the lock without thinking about it and turn to him waiting for what’s coming my way.
The private cardio locker room is very posh, with a cushioned couch, tall windows, elegant coffee table and six chairs, and wooden lockers. Tatiana told me it was added during the last renovation of the floor to give some comfort to the primary doctors. Only a handful of people have access here, and I pray to God none of them is gonna need it right now. Because I’m about to be fucked on the dark purple velvet couch by the lead surgeon of the Cardio department.
I’ve had sex before. Six mighty times with two guys, each more disappointing than the other. This is gonna be a whole other experience.
The pull between us is almost palpable, lighting up the room. I feel ignited, electric. I almost expect sparks to appear out of thin air.
“No promises. No guarantees.” He says and I know his words should scare me, but instead I nod, feeling excited. I meant everything I said to him.
I want Zachary Ford to break me and demolish my world. For a sick, twisted reason I want him to ruin me for any other. I wanna be his. Taken. Branded. Marked.
Unexpectedly he picks me up and throws me on the couch, kneeling between my open legs. My breath catches and I can feel how my panties become wet.
“Take off your blouse for me.” He said and I do it in a blink of an eye. “And your bra.” Here I am, half-naked in a locker room with my former boss looking at me like he’s ready to bite. I hope he leaves a mark.
“Damn it!” He whines and leans to lick my left nipple. The sensation of his wet tongue on my feverish skin makes me instantly arch my back and grip him with my thighs. Zach continues to caress my breast and I put my hands on his neck, pulling, desperate to feel him closer. When he bites in my flesh, I lose my conscience for a second.
“Zach, I...”
“I know. We’ll get there. I’ll take my time with you, though. I’ve had dreams about this. So many.”
With calculation, he pushes down my pants and sneakers leaving me protected only by a thin layer of lace.
“Are you sure no one is going to walk in here?”
“Baby, my mom could come and knock on the door, I don’t care.”
He gets up dragging me with him and I follow the intoxicating taste of his lips. We kiss and kiss again while I press my chest on his. I need skin to skin contact, and I need it now.
His torso is a goddamn sculpture, hard in all the right places but not so much that I can see his every muscle. He looks like he doesn’t even try to be this deliciously fit. I take my time feeling it all and following his lines.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” Huh, so Dr. Ford is arrogant in the bedroom. Who would have thought - mental eye roll -?
“I don’t have any complaints.” I look at him and put on what I hope it is a sexy smile. “Yet.”
“Oh, you adorable little thing. Come here.” He dives for another kiss and I shiver. For once I wish I wasn’t the cute, adorable, girl next door . This man is a beast and I want to be sexy for him, a hot experienced woman that can affect him as much as he affects me.
Zachary picks me up with one hand hooked under my butt like I weigh nothing and directs my legs around his waist. Damn!
“Hold on, baby, I need my hands to take my belt off.” He proceeds to take down his jeans and I flex my legs to keep myself up. Desperate to stay in the moment I kiss and lick his neck. When I bite his skin, right under his ear lobe, I can hear him groan. Zachary Ford makes some damn sexy noises.
“Zach!” Rushed by the need in my voice he walks to the couch and sits with me in his lap. The first thing I feel is his massive erection right under my ass, pressing on my left cheek. I lift myself up a bit to allow his shaft to slide under me and even though I still have panties on, feeling him between my legs is a massive turn on. When I glide up and down, slowly, he lets his head back and squeezes his eyes. “Too much for you, Doctor?”
“Don’t play with fire, baby girl, I’d hate to see you burned and sore.” Shit, I never would have believed a threat could make me all worked up.
I lean in to kiss him and grind on him at the same time. Zach is more than happy to take my mouth. One of his hands instantly goes in my hair and the other on my hip squeezing. Hard. So hard I know it’s gonna leave a bruise, but I don’t stop from working him with my body.
“Zach, I need more.”
“Then take it.”
I bite my lips unsure of what to do and he pinches one of my nipples and gives it a twist. This almost throws me over the edge. Slow - too slow - his hand travels down and pushes my lace thong to the side. His fingers slide on my slit up and down and I can’t articulate a sound no matter how hard I try to scream.
“Damn, you are so sleek. You always get this wet, London?”
“I...” He stops and I move my hips, desperate to feel more.
“Tell me.” His voice is dominant, same as his eyes.
“No, never. It’s you who make me like this. Zach, please.” He knows what I’m asking.
“You are so beautiful, so delicate. Like a white rose.” His thumb presses on my clit again. “You’ll have to ride me, London. I don’t know if I can control myself if I have you under.”
A tremor charged with anticipation travels up and down my spine, making me arch. I push myself up just enough to give Zach enough space to position himself at my entry. Watching him, his rough, sculpted body between my legs is very erotic. It’s something I’d enjoy watching forever but when I slide down and feel him stretching me open my eyes shut. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids. Fire burns in my core. It’s a kaleidoscope of sensations hitting me all at once.
“Fuck. Shit. London...” I look at his face and see he’s frowning in pleasure, clenching his teeth, and flexing his body. “Baby, you feel like silk that was set on fire. Move for me.”
His length pushes up against my walls and I’d be lying if Isaid I’m not a little uncomfortable, but I’m so eager to do what he says, to pleasure him, that I don’t take into account the physical pain. With my hands on his shoulders for support, I start the up and down movement, gliding all over him. I move with caution because my body is unfolded and very sensitive. Zach it’s a lot to take in at once, but I force myself to focus on the pleasure waves that are going through me.
For a couple of minutes, I keep my own peace, taking my time, absorbing the essence of him through my skin. The room is filling with the heavy smell of sex and the warmth of our breaths. With every move I make Zachary let out a growling sound in my ear that makes the hairs on my neck stand up. He sounds like an animal out for prey.