I gulped and reached over my head, wrapping my fingers around the wrought iron bars on the headboard.
David started flexing his hips, moving just the head of his cock in and out of my ass, never going farther in and never pulling all of the way out.
It was driving me insane.
Small little sounds of protest started falling from my lips as I tried to thrust back against David and get more of the man's cock into my ass. But David was having none of that. His hands kept a firm hold of my hips, guiding me where he wanted me.
"David, please!" I finally wailed, so desperate to have David fill me the rest of the way that I would have given up being a medical doctor if asked in that moment.
"That's the sound I wanted to hear," David said just before his fingers dug into my hips and he thrust forward, burying himself inside of my ass to the hilt.
I cried out and let my body go limp, allowing David to move me any damn way he wanted. I doubted that David was even aware of the fact that his fingers were digging into my hips, but I was.
The hint of pain mingled with overwhelming pleasure was enough to send me right over the edge. I screamed as my cock erupted again and more cum splattered over my chest and abdomen.
David gasped as he stared down at me. "Fuck, baby."
I suddenly had my knees up by my ears as David practically folded me in half and started pounding into me as if he couldn't help himself. I wrapped my legs around David's upper back and held on for the ride.
And what a wild ride it was.
Whatever control David had was lost as the man started moving harder and faster, driving his cock in and out of my ass at a ferocious rate of speed. He pounded into me, and it was glorious.
David suddenly roared as his hips thrust forward and stilled as his cock pulsed inside of me. I shuddered as I felt copious amounts of hot cum fill the condom, warming me inside. When he slumped down over me, I released my tight grip on the headboard and reached down to stroke my hands over David's sweat-slickened back.
I didn't know what to say or even if I should say anything. David hadn't made me any promises. He'd actually gone out of his way to make sure I understood that he wasn't making any promises.
I couldn't help but wish that he'd been lying.
Chapter Six
David
"I'm fine, Sal," I insisted. "I don't need to see a doctor."
"You do need to see a doctor," Sal snapped as he pressed a bandage to my arm. "I can tell just by looking at you that you're going to need three or four stitches at least."
Damn it.
"It's just a knife wound. I've had hundreds of them."
Sal's eyes narrowed. "You'll go to the doctor if I have to carry you there."
"Fine," I said quickly simply because I knew he'd do it. "I'll go get stitched up. Will that make you happy?"
"Ecstatic."
I waited until Sal walked away before allowing my shoulders to slump. Going to the doctor was the last thing I wanted to do. It had been three months since I had slipped out of Skip's house in the wee hours of the morning. I still wasn't ready to see him.
Maybe I'd get lucky and another doctor would be on duty.
"I want a note from the doctor releasing you before you come back to duty," Sal said as he walked back.
"Sal," I groaned.
"You heard me. I let it slide the last couple of times you've been injured, but I'm not going to let this one slide. You've been getting injured a little too much lately. It needs to stop."
"It was only two times, Sal."
