She didn’t hear the rest because his hand was pushing into her panties, fingers sliding over her clit and then two pushing into her.
“Ride my hand.” He moved his fingers slowly in and out of her, the friction not enough, the brief nudge of her clit, not enough. So she started to move, fucking his fingers, feeling his eyes on her tits as they bounced with her rhythm and then her face.
He looked too proud of himself but she didn’t care. Right now, there was only one destination: orgasm.
“I think making you come is my new favourite thing,” he said. “But you’re not coming on my hand.” He pulled his fingers away.
“Scott.” It came out more like a whimper than a word. “You can’t do that.”
“Something better there for you to fuck yourself with,” he said, pinching both her nipples at the same and giving them a long tug.
Somehow she found the ability to undo his jeans. She lifted the arm of the dentist’s chair without the mouth wash and placed a foot down on the floor. A few seconds later, her panties were off and his cock was out. She pressed the button to lower the chair, making him laugh, and straddled him, lining his cock up with her drenched entrance.
She mewled as she impaled herself, the fullness causing her eyes to roll back and her lids to close.
He pressed a finger to her clit, rubbing it lightly. “Ride me. I want to feel you come on my cock. Been thinking about fucking you on this chair all day. When you’re working I want you to think about us like this and how much your pussy likes me in you.” He started to move his hips, finding her rhythm easily.
The room was filled with their breathing and words, the noises of their skin as they moved and then Keren’s cry as she came hard, her muscles clenching him. He moved her like his doll as the ability to move herself was evaporated by the orgasm.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes locked onto hers. “Your tits are like something out of my fantasies. Just need to keep fucking you. Don’t think I’ll be able to fuck anyone like you ever again because your pussy was made for my dick.”
His rhythm didn’t change as she started to feel hot spurts of cum hit her deep inside, his cock pulsating. It sent her over again, something innately biological triggering her orgasm and she called his name loudly, digging her nails into his chest.
A few minutes later and she was draped across him, not sure if she could move. She knew her office, and quite possibly her vagina, would never be the same.
“Keren.” His hands were holding her back, stroking her through the layers of clothes that she’d never taken off.
“Hmmm?” It was all she could muster.
“We should probably lock up. Why don’t I stay with you tonight? We can talk about where you want to eat on Friday.”
This was something she’d had half a thought about while he was balls deep in her.
“How about the Moretti’s?” She murmured against his chest.
“That’s in Severton.”
It was. It was the little Italian restaurant now run by Luca Moretti, a third generation immigrant who had taken over his grandfather’s business.
“Don’t you want to be seen with me?” She poked his chest, finding strength from somewhere.
One of his hands went into her hair, pulling gently on it. “I didn’t think you wanted to be seen in public. You clearly rejected my affections last night.”
“I’ve given it some thought and decided seeing as you’re not too ugly, I’ll take you out for a spin. I don’t think you’ll damage my reputation too much.” She punctuated the sentence with a kiss.
“Am I still allowed a sleepover even if you’ve already decided where I’m taking you?”
“As long as you help me cook.”
His smile was a content one rather than his usual smart-arse grin. “I’ll even wash up.”
13
“Iknow you’re scared and the last time a dentist looked in your mouth you felt pain, but I promise today that all I’m going to do is look in your mouth and check that you’ve been brushing those teeth properly.”
The little boy looked up at her with wide teary eyes and her heart melted. She loved working with kids or even just being around kids, although she didn’t mention that too much to Rayah when she had Jonny’s children.
“I’ve been trying to brush them.” His bottom lip quivered like a vibrating guitar string.
