Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Oh, right.”
She forced a smile, but all it’d done was highlight how nervous she was. All it did was make her look even more innocent, and more completely and utterly fuckable.
“A little more, Ms. Chase.”
She did, tugging the elastic waist down further, and showing me more of that smooth belly, and the soft little groove of her hips. All the way until I caught the edge of her blue lacy panties, matching the bra.
I growled.
I couldn’t help it, and by then I honestly did not fucking care. I don’t know if she even heard me, but her cheeks were still blushing bright red.
“I’m a doctor, Ms. Chase,” I said quietly.
But in my head, I’ve got you on your knees with that hair wrapped around my fist and your pouty lips wrapped around my cock.
She laughed nervously, shaking her head. “I know, sorry. I’m being weird.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m just nervous is all.”
I smiled, putting a hand on her arm. It was meant to comfort. It was meant to soothe.
…It did the exact fucking opposite, to me at last. To me, it got my blood roaring. To me, touching that soft, warm skin got the animal inside of me bellowing like a beast, and got my cock pulsing rock hard against my thigh. I could feel my balls tingling — filling with cum for her.
I coughed. “Let’s begin.”
The wand was heated, but just the same, I could see her skin shivering with goosebumps as I moved it across her stomach.
“So, these are your ovaries,” I murmured, my eyes on the screen next to us. “Fallopian tubes, uterus…”
That I want to fill with every fucking drop of my sticky cum.
I was going off the fucking rails in here with her, but I couldn’t stop. I was consumed by her — by all of her. The way her hair smelled, the way she smiled. The way I wanted to protect her.
Yeah, I knew why she was here, and I knew it wasn’t that she was suddenly interested at nineteen in how fertile she was. No, I knew the Chase name and what her father was capable, and I knew that world she was from. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen the offspring of the uber-wealthy in this clinic to make sure they could “continue the line.”
Fuck that.
I growled to myself, turning and watching the small smile on her perfect lips as she watched the screen. So fucking beautiful, and sweet, and innocent. So fucking mine.
And instantly, I knew it was true. Or would be. In one instant, the roar inside of me turned to fierce resolution.
No other man would see just how fertile she was. No one but me. No one else would touch this perfect angel.
“Let’s just go a little lower and check out your cervix.”
I slowly moved the wand lower, until I was bumping against her hands which were holding down the waist of her pants.
“All the way, Ms. Chase,” I all but fucking growled, the blood roaring in my ears as I let my gaze burn right into her. Fuck professionalism. Fuck being her doctor. All I was in that moment was a man. A man who’d seen what he wanted.
…And now this man wanted to see more of what was his.
Ada bit her lip, gasping quietly before she’d nodded.
“Oh, right. Of course, Doctor.”
Fuck me harder, Doctor.
My cock bulged, pulsing rock hard against my leg. Ada licked her lips — that soft pink tongue darting out to wet them as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waist of her yoga pants and pushed them down. More and more of her lacy blue panties were exposed to me — more of her hips, and her thighs, and the tempting, tantalizing groove that ran down between her inner thigh and her sweet, off-limits treasure, hidden behind those panties.
“More.”
I growled it, like a man barely hanging on. I didn’t care.
Ada gasped quietly, her face bright red. But she pulled them down even more as I started to move the wand over her lower belly.
And there it was.
Holy. Fuck.
She’d pulled the tight black material down almost all the way over her panties, and there, right fucking in the middle of them, right between her legs, was a dark little wet spot.
The rest of the world disappeared for me for a second, my entire being glued to the gusset of her panties pulled tight across her lips, and the little tell-tales sign leaking through.
Ada Chase wasn’t nervous. Ada Chase was fucking turned on.
I wanted to tear them off. I wanted to bring my face between her thighs, inhale the sweet smell of her and then lick that little cunt right through her panties until she came all over my tongue.
The rest of the very brief exam was a blur. I remember growling something about everything being in order, and how my professional opinion was that she was perfectly able to bear children.