Page 69 of Her Wicked Plan

I’d die a happy fucking man.

It’s almost becoming too much for her.

All the teasing is making her more sensitive than she ever thought possible. When I bite her clit, she attempts to pull away with a muffled shriek, but my hands find her waist, making sure she can’t go anywhere.

I continue licking and sucking on her, driving her mad, and when her hands find their way into my hair, I don’t even mind.

She’s chosen to listen, so it’s only fair that I give her what she asked for. Needing a free hand to help push her over the edge she is so close to, I lie my arm flat against her stomach to hold her into place while I insert two fingers inside of her.

Her legs close as a reflex of the pleasure, thighs squeezing my head. I’m finding it hard to breathe, but I couldn’t give a fuck. I pick up the pace, thrusting my fingers in and out of here. I hit the spot she can never reach herself repeatedly.

So fucking close.

I lift my eyes, hoping to see her face, wanting to watch how beautiful she looks when she comes, but her head is tilted back, unable to handle what is being given to her.

When her legs loosen, I catch my breath and stand up, my fingers still fucking her ruthlessly, and as much I want to continue to taste her, I need to watch her lose control.

It’s almost as if she can sense me staring because those eyes that were rolling are now focusing on mine.

Her mouth forms an O from her incoming orgasm. Normally, a woman would shut her eyes, but not my little angel. She holds eye contact like her life depends on it.

A couple more thrusts will send her over the edge, and I don’t know who is more excited for her release. Me or her?

One.Two.

Knock Knock.

The sound of someone outside my office doors makes my movements come to a halt. Veronica’s body slumps on the desk, her pussy pulsating around my fingers, looking for something to help her come, but I’m frozen.

Her eyes eventually find mine, and I press a finger to my lips, telling her to be quiet. If I don’t respond, maybe whoever is at the door will disappear. Not with my luck. More knocking sounds, making me remove my fingers from her.

“Dr. Madden? Are you in there?” Dr. Bennett's voice sounds from the other side of the thick wood.

“Shit.” I curse. “Just a minute!”

As fast as I can, I shove Veronica’s leg through the other hole of her sweats and yank her up by her wrists.

Tears fall from her eyes, and I wipe them away with my thumbs, fixing her hair to the best of my ability. Plucking the underwear from her mouth, I open the top drawer and toss them inside.

“Go sit down,” I demand.

She nods and goes straight for the chair, sitting as she was told.

There’s no way I can answer the door, not with the bulge in my pants. I take a seat in my chair, bringing my fingers up to my mouth to clean off her arousal. Veronica lightly whimpers at the sight.

“Come in!” I announce as I pick up the pencil, pretending to write notes.

Dr. Bennett opens the door and peeks his head in. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were in the middle of a session.”

“That’s okay.” Calm your breathing. “We were just in the middle of a possible breakthrough. That’s why I didn’t tell you to come in sooner.”

“It’s quite all right!” He enters the room, coming closer to the desk. He stops next to Veronica and looks down at her. “Ms. Rollins, how are you doing today?”

Her wet eyes stare at me for a moment before acknowledging Henry. To anyone else, it looks like she has been crying; thankfully, that’s how she plays it off.

“I’m doing okay.” She sniffs, and her fingers come up to wipe away another tear. “I was feeling really... stuffed up. You know how you said people can bottle up their emotions?” He nods in response. “I think that was what happened to me. I was feeling stressed and overwhelmed, but Dr. Madden here,” Her eyes find mine once again, “really helped relieve some of that tension today.”

“Well, I am glad to hear that,” Henry says, nodding his approval. “You said you were almost on your way to a breakthrough? I can come back later.”