Rage fills me, coursing through my blood like hot lava. And in two seconds, I’ve done it. I’ve ripped off my clothes, standing before the beautiful woman in nothing but skin, my cock jutting out and proud.
“Suck it,” I rasp harshly. “Do the exam and then I’m gonna fuck you.”
Not exactly the words of a kind and caring lover, but Melissa understands me on a subconscious level, and slowly, the woman drops to her knees before me. But I want it different this time.
“Nude,” I rasp, eyes boring into her. “Take everything off and suck me. Now. I’m pumping you full of my babies.”
Those caramel eyes flutter upwards to gaze into mine, but somehow she understands. The brunette knows how important this ist to me, and slowly, she obeys. Rising gracefully from her crouching position, the woman dispenses with her lab coat and dress, letting the silky material slip off her curves. And shit, but I almost come then because she’s so beautiful. The girl’s got huge tits that overflow her bra, and there’s a tell-tale sodden splotch at the crotch of her panties. Oh yeah, she’s drenched as all fuck and wants it just as bad as me.
Slowly, the woman peels off her lingerie, leaving her in nothing but those sexy black heels.
“Down,” I grunt, pointing to the floor. “Suck.”
Her brown eyes flare a bit but she drops gracefully to the floor, and it happens once again. My girl has the skills of a python and she downs my cock in one heavenly swallow, taking me to the hilt like a circus acrobat. I let out a bellow, uncaring of who hears.
“Fuck!” is my hoarse gasp, burying my hands in her hair. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And I wish I could say that was the end of it. But it wasn’t. Melissa did her anal exam on me again, even more slow and thorough this time. Her finger probed carefully, stretching out my canal as she sucked my dick, semen pumping down her throat as she fingered my most private spot. But this time, it didn’t stop there because I’ve got gallons to give and I wasn’t letting that creamy pussy get away.
So after depositing my first load, I lifted the woman onto the exam table, spreading her legs wide.
“Ummm,” she moaned, leaning back as her pussy visibly leaked warm fluids, gushing in anticipation. “Yes, right there.”
“Your hole’s beautiful,” I growled, eyes glued to her sweetest spot as my thumbs pulled her open. “So pink and tight.”
And I did it then. In one swift stroke, I impaled the woman on my shaft, burying my cock deep into those puffy folds.
“Unnnh!” was her helpless mewl, pussy clasping me like a velvet vise. “Deeper, Mace!”
“Shit you’re small,” was my breathless gasp, cock already beginning to pulse again.
And the fucking was so rancid and ravenous that it’s surprising that we didn’t bring the building down. Because chairs skidded across the floor, scraping to a halt when the hit the wall. The exam table shook and pounded, practically coming off its solid steel base. Moans, mewls and cries of ecstasy rang in the small room at maximum volume as flesh slapped obscenely against flesh.
“Unnnh Mace!” Mel shrieked again. “I’m comiiiing!”
And just like that, we burst simultaneously in a gush of seed, cunt juices, and pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Because fuck those exam results. Fuck my genetic history which was dooming me to a gory finish. Fuck the world, come to think of it. All that I cared about was owning this beautiful woman and making babies with her … even if we only had limited time together.
Chapter 8
Melissa
My man kisses me long and slow.
“Stop,” I giggle. “There are people watching.”
Because we’re at the library together to do research, and a couple of old ladies are already casting scandalized looks our way.
“There are kids here,” I breathe. “Don’t go crazy!”
But Mace is Mace and he merely kisses me again before turning back to the volume in front of him.
“Shit this print is so small I need a magnifying glass,” he grumbles. “What the hell? How can anyone read this?”
I merely giggle.
“See?” I reply. “I’m lucky I came out of medical school with my vision intact. Most of my friends had glasses that were like coke bottles by the end.”
He merely shakes his head, squinting this time.
“Man. What does this say here?” he asks, pointing at something.
I frown. Because we’re not in a regular library. We’re at the Science Library on the Hudson Medical School premises. But suddenly, I can’t take anymore.
“It says you’re going to be fine,” I say. “Come on. I know everything there is to know about prostate cancer already. This is my business after all. I trained to do this for years and years, and have seen hundreds of patients. You’re going to be fine, Mace.”