Sighing like he knows he’s lost this argument, he reaches into his bag and pulls out two syringes. “I can administer the first dose for both of you today. I’d like to monitor things for a month, then we could look at a regular dosage until you conceive.”
Smiling, I roll Starling to her side, exposing her ass cheek to the doctor.
Pulling on another set of gloves, he opens the syringe, takes the cover off the needle, then jabs it into her ass and presses down the plunger. Changing gloves, he injects me in my arm, then disposes of both needles into a small sharps box in his bag, before he closes his bag and lifts it into his hand.
“Thank you so much, Dr. Harris. Please send your bill to me, and I’ll arrange for payment. If you or your family ever need anything, let me know.”
After I show him out, I head back upstairs, discard the towels from the bed, then strip her out of the T-shirt before I curl up behind her, and wait for her to wake up. She sleeps for another hour before she starts to stir, my hard cock poking against her ass the moment she begins to wake up.
“Sebastian?” she rasps, her voice full of sleep.
“How was your nap?” I ask, teasing the underside of her breast with my fingers.
“I feel like I passed out.” She chuckles. “You wore me out.”
“Spread your legs for me, Little Bird.”
Without thought, she parts her legs, pushing her ass up so my dick slips between her folds. Reaching behind her, she grasps my cock and guides me toward her slick pussy.
“Were you having dirty dreams? Did you dream about me locking you in a cage and keeping you as my perfect little whore, naked and ready to take my dick?”
“No.” She giggles. “But I need you.”
“And who decides what you need?” I taunt.
“You do.”
Her slit is so wet, her arousal has coated my cock where she’s rubbing me against her.
Lifting her leg higher, I spread her even wider, hooking her thigh over mine until my dick is notched at her entrance.
“We need to get up and go and see the guys,” I remind her.
“After,” she pleads.
“If I fuck you now, you’ll go to discuss Courtney’s downfall with my cum dripping from your cunt.”
“Okay,” she easily concedes, pushing backward and forcing the head of my cock to slip inside of her.
Chuckling to myself, I palm her tits, then rock her up and down until my dick is deep inside of her and we’re both panting. “Come for me, Little Bird, come all over my dick,” I whisper, pinching and plucking at her nipples, tugging and stretchinguntil she comes on a whimper that drags me over the edge right with her.
Just like I promised, I don’t let her shower, carrying her out of the bed and straight into the closet. Full of smug male pride, I watch as she selects some panties, tugging them on and grimacing as my cum and her arousal instantly soak the thin fabric.
“I need a shower,” she whines. “This is gross.”
“Finish getting dressed, we have a revenge to plan, Little Psycho.”
Muttering to herself the whole time, she tugs on denim shorts and a sports bra that does nothing to hide how erect and pronounced her nipples are.
“Ready?” I question.
Turning, her gaze lands on her reflection in the mirror, and her eyes widen. “Oh my god, I can’t wear this top.”
“Oh, you’re wearing it,” I tell her, grinning wickedly.
“Look at my tits,” she gasps, lifting her hands to cover herself.
“You look so fucking sexy, I’m hard again,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and pushing it into my hard dick. “If I can go out visibly turned on, then so can you.” Dipping my head, I hoist her over my shoulder, carrying her down the stairs and out of the house, not letting her go until we’re seated in the golf cart in the driveway.
