Page 26 of A Very Grumpy Doctor

I press my lips to hers, trying to distract her as I pull my hips back and thrust into her, popping her cherry and claiming her as mine.

“Oh!”Alexi whines against my lips.

I pepper her face with kisses.

“Mine, baby.You’re all mine.”

“Yours,” she agrees.

Her pussy relaxes slowly around me.She’s still vise-grip tight, but she’s not as tense.I take that as my cue to move.I pull my hips back slowly and sink into her gently, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but there’s none.Only pleasure.

Alexi’s hands cling to my shoulders as her hips move to match my pace.We rock together, both of us learning what feels good, what we like.

“That!”she gasps.

I angle my hips, pausing to grind down against her clit with each pass.Her body coils tighter, and I can feel my balls tightening, a tingle starting at the base of my spine that tells me I won’t be able to last much longer.

“You’re so damn hot, baby.”

She hooks her leg over my hips, spreading herself wider for me.Her tits bounce and sway with each rough thrust.I groan, dipping my head to suck one stiff nipple into my mouth.I bite down gently on the little cherry, and Alexi screams, her whole body tightening as she explodes.

Her orgasm detonates through her, triggering mine.I growl her name as I follow her over the edge, coming deep inside her.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my hips still rocking against her even as our come drips onto the couch cushions.

That’s when I realize that I never even thought to use a condom.I can’t say I regret it.I would love nothing more than to have kids with Alexi, to be tied to her forever in that way.

I love Alexi.I want everything with her.

I can only hope she feels the same way.

9

Alexi

I wakeup to the sound of pills being rattled in a bottle.When I crack my eyes open, I laugh as I see Hugh setting down two Tylenol and a glass of water on the bedside table next to me.

I roll over and sit up, leaning against the headboard.

“How are you feeling, baby?”he asks with a sheepish grin, perching on the mattress next to my hip.

“Perfect,” I sigh, stretching lazily.

“Youareperfect.But I meant, are you sore?Do you need anything?”

“A little sore, but it’s not too bad.”

He grabs the glass of water and pills and passes them to me.I swallow them down dutifully.

“Are you hungry?”he asks.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“Pancakes,” I say instantly.

“Coming right up.”