Blue's body seizes in violent, uncontrollable waves, every muscle locked and released in frantic succession as another orgasm tears through her like lightning splitting dry wood. Her thighs quake against my hips, inner muscles spasming so hard around my fingers that they nearly force them out, each rhythmic clench sending fresh gushes of slick heat down my wrist.
She shakes from the inside out, her ribs heaving in short, desperate bursts, and her shoulders jerking as though invisible strings are yanking them upward. Her spine arches so sharply, her breasts thrust toward the ceiling while her head thrashes side to side against the pillow.
"Take it all, Bluebird. Every fucking inch. Don't you dare try to slow me down. I'm going to bury myself so deep, you'll feel me in your goddamn stomach, and you're gonna thank me for stretching this tight cunt wide open." I pump harder, slide my shaft over her faster.
Loud noises fly out of her. Fine tremors ripple across her belly, turning to flames down the fronts of her thighs. Her nails scrape the sheets and into my ass cheeks. Sweat beads along her hairline and between her breasts, glistening like shattered glass. Her entire framevibrates with aftershocks that refuse to fade in small, electric shivers that travel the length of her limbs.
Her breaths come in ragged, hiccupping sobs, lips parted wide, cheeks flushed a violent crimson that matches the handprints I've left on her ass. Through it all, her glazed eyes stay locked on mine, wide, pleading, and utterly wrecked, silently begging me to keep her right here on this razor's edge between ruin and rapture.
"Please, Dr. Mercer. Rip me open," she taunts, blinking fast like she can't see straight.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock teasing her folds. I order, "Look down and watch yourself take me. Watch how your pretty lips stretch around my hungry cock, how your body shakes trying to handle it. You don't get to look away until I've fucked every last inch and marked you from the inside out."
"Please," she whispers, forcing her eyes to widen, swallowing hard as her hands clutch my shoulders.
I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
She cries out, her nails rake down my spine, and the relief explodes like fireworks in my veins.
"Fuck, you're so perfect. So tight and wet, gripping me like you'll never let me go," I mumble against her lips.
"I-I won't," she vows.
Pleasure surges, intense and overwhelming, but I hold back, savoring the way her body yields to mine.
"You're so deep, Red. So...oh..." she gasps, her legs locking around me.
I pull back almost all the way, then slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm. "That's it. You take my cock like the dirty patient you are."
"Yes!"
"You love this, don't you? Love when I hurt you, when I make you mine. No one else gets this. No one else owns you like I do."
"Yes! Only you! Red, harder..."
I slow it down, on the verge of coming and needing to recalibrate. I slide my hands on her head, curling my fingers in her hair so it's taut, and ordering, "Relax that cunt and take the rest of me. Feel me force my way in, claiming every inch that's mine."
"Yes. Oh God, yes!" she breaths as if in relief.
I study her, testing my discipline. "That's it. You like your doctor inside you? Splitting you with his cock?"
"Yes. Please. Don't stop!"
"Oh, I'm just getting started, you little tease."
She leans up, and I allow her to kiss me, keeping the pace slow, diving into her affection.
Another orgasm ripples through her. It's different than the sharp, frantic peaks she's chased earlier under my faster, more aggressive rhythm. This one is slower-building, drawn out, and with each languid thrust, I push deep, dragging the thick head of my cock along every sensitive inner ridge before pressing fully home to nudge her cervix.
"Dr. Mercer," she whispers, her breath hitching in soft, drawn-out sighs instead of desperate gasps. Her inner walls flutter in long, languorous contractions. She milks me with a gentle, rhythmic grip that feels almost meditative, drawing out her ecstasy until it borders on overwhelming sweetness rather than an urgent release.
"That's my girl. I know what you need, don't I?"
"Yes. Oh yes," she breathes, her pupils dilating.
I kiss her neck, then murmur against her lobe, "Lots of ways to makeyou feel. Lots of ways for you to melt all over me. All you have to do is let me love you through it."
She shudders harder.
