“I was scared you were going to leave. That’s why I killed someone.”
“But… what? Why?” I ask.
“Because you said not to fuck you, and I nearly did,” he admits. I sigh. This is a mess. “Are you going to leave?”
“I don’t want to leave, Soren. It’s the last thing I want. So if that’s what’s concerning you, then stop. I won’t bring up leaving again.” His hips press against mine, and I feel his erection between my thighs. I suck in a breath.
“You’re not going to leave?”
“No,” I say. His hand slides into my panties, and his fingers curl inside me.
“Are you leaving?” He whispers the question against my neck.
“I’m not leaving,” I rasp. I’m shaking underneath him.
“Even if I cross a line?” He whispers. His fingers press deeper inside me. I suck in a sharp breath, digging my fingers into his bicep.
“I’m not leaving, Soren.”
“You shouldn’t have told me that.” His fingers pump in and out. “What’s to stop me now?”
“I’ll still help you… control your urges.” It’s getting hard to talk with his hand inside me.
“Not killing, Sophie. What’s to stop me from fucking you?” He breathes heavily against my throat while I squirm on his hand. All my arguments against this are scrambled in my head.
“You want it, Doctor Moore. You begged for it,” he rasps. His thumb settles on my clit, rolling in circles as his fingers keep pumping. I press my mouth into his shoulder to muffle my sounds.
Slowly, he draws the orgasm out of me. I give him soft moans as my hands drag down his chest. I whisper his name as he buries his face in my hair. The blankets hide us as he slowly pulls our clothes off.
His cock presses against my entrance, just like it had last night. We’d been so terribly close that just the thought had sent me over.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper.
“I know.” Then he presses inside me. I claw at his back as he sinks into my body. He groans.
“Such a good therapist,” he rasps, grabbing my hips and sinking in as far as he can. “I promise this will do wonders for my mental health.” He flashes me a smile before sitting up. He throws the blanket off us. There’s no more hiding what we’ve done.
“What about protection,” I gasp as he starts to rock. My eyes trail over his body. With him kneeling between my legs, I can see just how achingly hot he is.
“We’ll worry about that another time,” he groans. “You feel better than I could have imagined. I promise I’ll last longer next time.”
“I’m not doing this again,” I whisper.
“Yes, you are.” Soren’s fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down the length of his cock. “Oh, Sophie,” he groans. His breath hitches as he pulls me off and then drags me back down. His muscles pop as he maneuvers me with ease.
“Move for me, baby.” His thumb presses to my clit and rubs. When I start to writhe, he drops his head back and groans. With determination, he makes me come again. He shifts his hips,pressing his cock in as deep as possible while I rock my body in pleasure.
“Good girl.”. His body weighs mine into the bed as he settles over me. His thrusts hit at the perfect angle.
“I think I love you, Doctor Moore.” A shudder rolls up his body as I clench. His words are evil. They make me feel too much.
“You don’t,” I rasp.
“I really do,” he insists. He kneels, dragging me upright into his lap. Delicately, he lines up and presses on my hips, making me sink all the way down. At this angle, it's easy for him to shove his hand in my hair and kiss me.
His hips rock up, and Soren groans into my mouth as he chases his pleasure. He fucks into me fast and desperate. My arms wrap around his shoulders, holding on.
“You still won’t leave even now that I’ve fucked you?” He pants between thrusts.
