He curled his fingers inside of her, the one in her ass pressed deep, and anchored his mouth over her mound, the first flutter of her climax clenching the walls of her pussy. Carrie cried out, letting it overtake her, the hot, wet spasm of her pussy shooting exquisite flares of pleasure blooming through her veins. She clung to him, whimpering as his fingers slowly left her pussy and her ass, his head coming up between her thighs.
He was grinning from ear to ear.
Carrie laughed, putting her arms around his neck as he leaned in to kiss her, half standing now. She tasted the hot musk of her pussy on his tongue and she lapped at it, drinking it in, wrapping her legs around him as he positioned himself between hers. His cock was in her before she knew what was happening, his aim so good it made her cry out in surprise.
“Oh fuck baby.” He stopped as he bottomed out, his mouth crushing hers, his cock throbbing, spearing her so deeply it almost hurt. Her pussy was swollen from her climax, her labia thick and pink and rubbed raw from his mouth. When she reached down to touch him, he groaned, her fingers playing along the pulsing veins of his cock, searching for that place where she began and he ended, that delightful point where they were joined.
“Turn over.” He slid out, grabbing her hips and pulling her to standing. Carrie let him maneuver her onto her hands and knees on the stool. It was an uneasy perch, but Doc wasn’t hearing any of her protests. He was searching for entrance, the hot, mushroom head of his dick making a hot trail between her thighs, seeking deeper heat.
“Yes!” She cried out when he found her center, invading her pussy from behind, pulling her hard into the saddle of his hips. Carrie braced herself on the stool for his onslaught and she wasn’t disappointed. His cock pounded her pussy with brutal force from behind, his groans mingling with her own, reverberating against the shower walls.
“Oh Doc, that’s so good!” she gasped, daring to let go with one hand, a dangerous maneuver, but unable to resist the siren call of her clit, pulsating hotly between her thighs. She rubbed herself in time with his thrusts, taking him deep, deeper, again, more, still more, his fierce assault rocking the stool on its legs. “Yes! Fuck! Fuck me hard, baby! Do it hard!”
She loved it, and he knew it-that hot pounding of their flesh together, the wet slap of their bodies, the flex of his thighs against hers, the stroke of his balls against her hand and clit with every new rush of flesh. He filled her completely, her pussy raw and aching already from his stiff invasion. She couldn’t get enough of him.
“I want your ass.” He pulled out quickly, making her squeal in protest, and she glanced back to see him greasing himself up with soap, a handy lubricant.
If she thought she’d been full before…
“Oh! God!” She gasped, her toes curling as he used his thumb against the spongy head of his dick, pressing it against the clench of her asshole. He felt massive, hazardly huge, and she took a deep breath, rubbing at her clit, trying to relax and take him.
“Easy,” he murmured, moving his hips slowly forward. She felt his thighs trembling and she trembled with him, knowing the savage desire he was holding back as he took it inch by inch. “Steady, girl. That’s it. Open it up for me. Ohhhh fuck, yeah, just like that.”
It burned and stretched and then he was in, rushing past that hot clamp and pressing in, leveraging himself against her ass. She arched and bit her lip against the pain. It was a brief stabbing thing, fading away to a gentle pulse, and then he was fucking her, his breath coming far too hot and fast for it to last very long.
“Doc,” she whimpered, rubbing her clit in furious circles, hoping to catch up to him. She loved the sounds he made, those low, guttural cries, like a wild animal, growing more savage by the moment. “Oh, please, please, please!”
She didn’t even know what she was begging him for. She was far too gone, delirious with wanting him.
“Baby,” he gasped, working his cock through the constricted band of her asshole again and again, driving into her humid depths. “Oh fuck! Baby! Gonna come!”
And then he was filling her, the primal thrust of his hips driving her against the tile wall, his cock sunk deep and spewing white hot lava into her asshole. Carrie sobbed with the force of it, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers bruising her hips, his body giving another vicious shudder as he spent himself completely inside of her.
“Oh god,” she whispered, licking her lips and looking back at him. “Oh baby, that was so hot. I want to come so bad.”
He moaned and slid out of her ass, his cock visibly throbbing and still half-hard against his thigh as he turned her around on the stool again, his mouth poised over her pussy. She squirmed happily, still urgently working her clit toward orgasm, anticipating the hot press of his tongue to take her right over the edge.
That’s when Doc’s beeper went off.
“Oh my god, Doc, no, don’t you dare!”
He let out a frustrated groan, but yanked the shower curtain open anyway, reaching for it. His beeper was sitting on the side of the sink, next to his razor. Carrie sighed, leaning her head back against the wet tile.
“I’m sorry.” Doc was already rinsing off, his beeper back in its place. “I’ve got to go.”
“The hospital?” She knew, of course. Who else?
He sighed, getting out. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure you want to be a doctor.” She sighed, using her foot to turn the shower off. The water was getting cold anyway.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized. She watched the towel making its way over the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his belly, his cock still persistently half-hard as he rubbed himself dry.“I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.”
“Tonight?” She made a face, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. “We’ve got that Christmas thing tonight, don’t we?”
“Damnit, that’s right.” Doc ran a comb through his dark curls. She loved the way that little Elvis-curl fell over his forehead. “I can’t bail. I promised Wilson we’d be there for moral support.”
Carrie rolled her eyes. “Is he still pining over that Chlamydia chick?”
“Camille.” Doc smirked, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on.
“Same difference.”
“I wouldn’t want to work with my ex.” Doc yanked on his scrub pants, making it final-he was going to work and there was nothing she could do about it.
“No, it sucks for him,” she agreed, trying anyway. She couldn’t get the memory of him out of her mind, his cock pounding her ass. She leaned back on the stool, spreading her thighs wide, showing him as much pink as she could.
“Damnit, Carrie…” He was definitely distracted, his scrubs shirt caught halfway down his chest. His voice was choked, pleading. “Will you stop?”
“I can’t…” She whimpered, her fingers parting her pussy lips, showing him, teasing the aching bud of her clit. “It feels too good…”
Doc groaned, checking the time on his beeper and then looking back at her as she played with herself. “I’m gonna get in so much trouble.”
But he dove in anyway, his scrubs getting wet where he leaned against the side of the tub, pulling her pussy against his mouth. He went straight for the win, his tongue practiced and sure, giving her just what she wanted-what she needed.
“Yes,” she whispered, drawing her knees up, spreading wide for him. Her belly quivered, her thighs spasming, her climax so close she could almost taste it, but she wanted to hold off, wanted him here, wanted it to last forever and ever…
“I love your cunt.” His dirty talk sent shockwaves through her body, ratcheting her senses up even higher. “So fucking hot.”
He spit on her pussy, as if she wasn’t wet enough, and then swooped back in, rubbing his face all over her flesh. Carrie whimpered, trying to hold off, knowing it was impossible. He was going to get what he came for, whether she liked it or not.