She’s lying in front of me like a virgin ready for sacrifice, blushing in the most delicious places. Her rich, golden hair is all over the place, her hands are taunting her breasts and her knees are bent.
London lifts her foot and puts it on my hip. The first skin to skin contact sends electric shocks through me. Then she takes her foot up, contouring my abs with her toes. I’m not into foot fetishes, but there’s something highly erotic in the way how she’s exploring my body and pinching her nipples at the same time. Her hands travel lower on her abdomen and so does her foot on mine and she reaches her clit the same time I feel her skin moving down my shaft. Oh, man, this is gonna be good.
Her members move in sync building pleasure in both of us. I watch her mouth open in an ‘o’ shape and a moan escape. Her reaction sparks mine and I catch her ankle, stopping her motions.
“Enough playtime, baby.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Before I can stop her, London is on her knees on the bed, bending over so her mouth can reach my dick. The moment I feel her tongue flickering across my tip I close my eyes and growl. Fuck me. Fuck! How am I supposed to take this?
“You like that, doctor? You have to show me what to do, after all, I’m just an inexperienced nurse.” And now she wants to play the authority game with me? That’s a wrong fucking move.
“If you can talk it means there’s not enough of my dick in your mouth,” I say and push myself deeper. She sucks and starts going up and down, going just a bit lower with every move. I can feel her pushing, taking me all the way to the back of her throat, but it’s not enough. Nothing with this woman seems to be enough to calm the animal in me.
Taking her hair in my fist I pull her towards me.
“Damn, London, this is...shit. It was never so good, baby.”
I fight the urge to move my hips and take control. Fucking her mouth feels like defiling an angel, but I can’t stop myself from pulling her head to me, her lips almost down to the base of my dick, and I stop moving. I can’t move. I wanna stay like that forever and another fucking day.
“Yeah, suck, baby.” She tries but I’m blocking her airway.
She makes an effort to push me back with her hands but I don’t budge. I just need another second. Finally, I let go when I hear her choking and I’m one hundred percent sure it was the best thing I’ve ever heard in my whole life.
I lift her up and hold her to my chest while she catches her breath.
“Are you ok?” I ask, and she nods and swallows hard. ”For sure?”
“Yes.” Her voice croaks.
“I’m sorry, baby, I just couldn’t stop. It was too damn good.” Why the fuck am I saying this? I don’t need to apologize. She has had it coming since she walked in my OR and wiggled that grabbable ass in front of me.
“I... liked it. Now fuck me and finish this off...doctor.”
I might have to perform surgery on myself when London is done butchering my heart. I crawl next to her and go around. She tries to turn around to face me but I stop her. No, we’re going all the way.
“I won’t have you on your back, London. I had the pleasure of watching you once. This is for both of us. I keep her on her knees with my dick pressed to her butt cheek and turn her face to the wall in front of us.
I present to you the best design feature ever invented: the room next to my bedroom is my walk-in closet and when I moved here, I had half the wall replaced with glass. I press a button on the remote that’s been lying on the bed, and the glass turns into a giant mirror.
“Voila!” I say, and take my hand to her sex, messaging her bud of pleasure.
“You’re gonna watch me fucking you. Are you excited?”
“Yes. Please, Zach...”
My favorite fucking words!
I grab her left thigh and push it aside making room for me to get inside her. She’s dripping wet.
“Your juices are pouring on your legs, London, God damn! All of that for sucking my dick?”
My tip is at her entrance and she moves her hips to tease me before pushing back and taking me all in.
“I told you I liked it, Zach.”
S.H.I.T. Man, she’s gonna fucking kill me.
“London?”
“Huh?”
“This will leave you with bruises,” I say and push all my length in. I give her a few seconds to get used to in and then all hell breaks loose.
One of my arms is hooked around her leg opening her up, the other around her abdomen pinning her to me. I fuck her like a mad man, forcefully, as deep as physically possible.
“Watch.” I tell her and her eyes open and stop on our reflection. She looks fascinated by what she sees. Good, because we look like fucking porn.
Her body is arched, her lips are parted sensually, and her nails leave red marks on my arm.
“Yes, Oh, Zach...Just don’t stop.” And I don’t. I plunge into her again and again until I feel the tightness of her pussy trembling. The orgasm hits her like a fucking tsunami and she crumbles into pieces in my arms.
Her screams of pleasure push me over the edge and I let myself go, releasing in her and going down on the bed.
My body drops like a rock and she’s right behind me, falling on my chest, both of us drenched. I don’t understand how she can make me feel so damn virile. I’m like God when I have London next to my dick.
“Zach...”
“Sleep, baby. We need the time off. Later we’ll have dinner, and I’ll eat your pussy on my breakfast bar.”
She giggles and gets herself comfortable under my arm, but I know for sure I’m not kidding.
I wake up feeling like thirty days has passed, but the clock says it’s only been three hours. I never take naps in the middle of the day like this. There’s never time, but London naked and in my arms worked like a sedative. I give her a glance, and what I see makes me smile.
Somehow, she managed to escape my grip and turn around, facing the mirror wall. All the covers on the bed are gathered on top of her and in between her legs and from where I am all I can see is a delicate arm and a cascade of shimmering blonde hair. Suddenly my smile fades. A glimpse of memory cripples from the back of my head and the deja-vu gives me chills. The image is almost the same: a woman, my bed, her creamy skin, her luxurious hair...she always hoarding all the covers leaving me to freeze.
Isabella liked to take things and keep them for her. My covers, my ring, my time, my money, my fucking heart. She gathered all and decided to leave, and after that, all those things seem to be useless. I burned my covers, I threw the ring in Michigan Lake, I worked more and made more money, and I put a thick, concrete wall around my heart. And she ruined sleepy sex with London because I for sure don’t feel like fucking anymore. Pissed off, I get out of the bed, shower myself really quick and go to the living room to figure things out.
It’s only five and when London gets up I have to feed the poor thing; I owe her that much. My options are limitless because I’m an incredible chief. I can make Chinese takeout, Thai takeout, Italian takeout. Ok, that last one would be pizza. Ordering some French food would be the obvious move, but I never have given her ordinary, so why start now? After a long debate and hovering over the takeout menus, I decided to give her the taste of Chicago, so I ordered a deep-dish pizza and some Cheesecake from my favorite pizzeria downtown. It’s the perfect dinner, really. Will it clog your arteries and make your cholesterol shoot through the roof? Yes, but have you tasted it?