Page 59 of The Doctor

“Kid—”

Her fingers covered my lips. “Don’t call me that.”

When I opened my eyes, I found her watching me, pupils dark, the whites of her eyes red from her tears. I gripped her wrist, dragging her fingers away.

Before capturing one between my lips.

“I’ll call you what I want,” I told her when I pulled her finger from my mouth.

“Then I’ll call you Daddy.”

“No.”

“Why not?” She shook her head. “What’s good for you isn’t good for me?”

“Clara—”

“If that’s what you think, then you’re no different than my parents. Did you know, mom’s been taking pills for years? Where do you think I got started. But does anyone know? I don’t even think my father knows, and he fucks her every night.”

“Clara—”

“It’s not fair, Zee. All I’ve ever wanted is to be seen, to be viewed as something that’s good enough. But how can I expect that much if my own family can’t be honest? How can I expect that if the man I love—”

This time, it was me who silenced her, only I didn’t do it with my fingers.

I did it with my mouth.

I kissed Clara Vinci senseless. I kissed her until her chest was heaving and my jaw ached from devouring her mouth.

I kissed her, because not kissing her would be my death.

She kissed me, too. She kissed me the same way. She kissed me as if the two of us were made for each other, as if the years between us didn’t matter one bit.

My grip on her tightened, and soon she was rocking into me. The friction of her body made my rock-hard dick weep.

I wanted her. I wanted her so much that when she lifted herself from my lap and I felt my dick nudge the slickness between her legs, I couldn’t bring myself to stop her.

She slid up and down my length, coating me with her juices until I was minutes away from bursting. I bit back a groan as she lifted up. As my dick nudged against her clit.

As the fat head of my cock nestled itself at her warm, wet entrance.

“Tell me you’re on the pill,” I ground out, barely able to hold myself back.

Clara edged back, mouth dropped open and her eyes at half-mast. My little hurricane smiled, lowering herself down just an inch. Then she shook her head. “I’m not.”

“Fuck.”

Fuck me.

Because I was fucking into her.

I captured her mouth once more, tightened my grip on her hips. And I slammed myself into her over and over again.

Clara clawed at my flesh, left long, red welts across my skin, but I couldn’t be bothered to care.

Because I’d never in my life felt anything as good as her.

“Clara!” I gasped, sucking in her storm until it raged inside of me. “Fuck. It’s so good.”