He clenched his jaw, trying not to moan as her hands slowly grabbed his rock hard dick. Rachel then put his dick inside her mouth. Jake couldn’t control himself anymore. He left out asoft moan. “That’s it Dr.W show me you want me to continue.” That’s all he needed to hear. He grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her head up and down on his rock hard dick.
“You are a very bad girl Rachel. Very sexy but bad” Rachel moaned while sucking his dick. Jake felt like a king. Kylee didn’t ever want to suck his dick.
Rachel stood up and Jake picked her up and ripped her dress off. Rachel moaned out loud “Dr.W you deserve to cum harder than you ever came before”
He looked at Rachel with a sweaty face “You call me Dr.Waterman” as he grabbed her by the face and started kissing her.
Jake then shoved his dick into Rachel’s tight wet pussy and she let out loud moans, He never got these types of moans from Kylee. “HARDER!” Rachel screamed.
Rachel rocked against him. She kissed down his throat, screamed his name in a voice that curled around him like silk, and he couldn’t remember the last time someone said it like that.
Rachel moaned around him, her eyes closing as she focused on her body still buzzing with unfulfilled desire. She could feel the tension building within him, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and his grip on her hair tightening.“Im about to cum” Rachel moaned
“Not yet,”he growled, pounding her harder.“I’m not done with you.”He turned her around, pressing her against the wall once more, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. Rachel gasped as he entered her from behind, his thickness stretching her, filling her completely. He thrust intoher with abandon, his movements primal and desperate, and his breath hot against her ear.“Hold on,”he commanded, his voice a low growl as he began to move, his pace relentless.
The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure washing over her in waves as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Rachel cried out, her nails digging into the wall as she met his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the muted sounds of their passion.
Jake’s lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot against her skin.“Cum for me, Rachel,”he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur.Rachel came all on the tip of his dick. “Good girl Now get back on your knees” Rachel hurried down to her knees and put his dick back in her mouth “my turn now Rachel “Rachel then put his dick that was filled with her cum in her mouth.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of her mouth sucking him, her hands gripping his thighs as she deepened her suck, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke. Jake’s hands tightened in her hair, his hips moving in time with her mouth, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.“Fuck, Rachel,”he muttered, his voice hoarse with need.“You’re going to make me cum.” Jake finished in Rachel’s mouth. She sat up and looked at him in the sexiest way as she wiped his cum from the side of her mouth. “That’s how you get taken care of and release stress Dr.W”
Jake moved quickly, suddenly hyperaware of everything: the clock on the wall, the tightening of his chest, the lingering scent of sex in the air. He adjusted his shirt with trembling fingers, buttoning it fast, running a damp hand through his hair to smooth it back into place. His pulse was still erratic, but hismind had already leapt ahead to home, to Kylee, to dinner, to anything that might anchor him back to the life he’d just stepped out of.
He avoided looking around the room as he shrugged into his coat, his mouth set in a hard line. Without a word, he pulled the office door shut behind him and strode out of the clinic, keys already in hand. The cold evening air hit his face like a slap. But he welcomed it. He needed it. He needed to forget. He needed to get home.
Kylee stood at the stove, stirring a pot of spaghetti while Kayla babbled in her bouncer behind her. Macy sat at the island stacking crackers, humming softly, and the house felt warm, the kind of domestic, lived-in comfort she’d worked hard to create.
When Rachel had called hours earlier saying Jake had a last-minute surgery. Said he’d be working late. Kylee had taken the news in stride, though something about the girl’s chirpy voice had rubbed her wrong way. Still, she pushed the unease away. He was busy. He always was.
When the front door opened and she heard his familiar footsteps across the foyer tile, she froze.She turned just as he walked into the kitchen, shrugging off his coat, his face unreadable.
“You’re home early,” Kylee said slowly, stirring hand paused midair. “Rachel called and said you were staying late because there was a surgery added on.”
Jake’s expression didn’t shift much, but his eyes flicked toward her just for a second and something inside Kylee sharpened.
“Yeah,” he said, voice tight. “The patient canceled at the last minute. One of those weird schedule mix-ups. I figured I’d come home instead.”
She nodded, watching him. “You didn’t text.”
He shrugged, moving toward the sink to wash his hands. “Didn’t think it mattered….”
Kylee stared at his back, the muscles in his shoulders stiff under his shirt, and something deep in her gut twisted quietly.
She forced a smile and turned back to the stove.
“Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Smells great,” he said, drying his hands on the towel. “Thanks, babe.”
But his voice was hollow. Too casual. Too smooth.
And Kylee, suddenly, wasn’t sure what she believed anymore.
Dinner was over, the kids had been bathed and tucked in, and Jake had retreated upstairs almost immediately after kissing Kayla goodnight. No lingering. No offers to help. Just a quick, mumbled, "I’m going to shower," before disappearing down the hallway.
Kylee stood in the kitchen, scraping plates into the trash, the sound of utensils clinking against ceramic louder than usual in the silence. She loaded the dishwasher mechanically, hands moving on autopilot while her mind spun.
Something was off.
