Page 11 of Dr. Sexypants

I’d never met a man strong enough to handle me. I certainly wasn’t expecting the mild-mannered doctor with the shy smile to rise to the challenge.

He seemed to know exactly what I needed when his thumb pressed on my clit as he pumped in and out of me—hard. My body temperature spiked when an orgasm started tingling in my belly.

Kudos to him—I normally had to get myself over the finish line.

I was amazed at how in tune he seemed to be with my body when he murmured, “Mmm, that’s it, sugar. Come on my dick like a good girl.”

Okay, I’d never been a good girl in my life, but Justin sure made me want to be one tonight.

Well, good girl-ish.

I tilted my hips so I could take him deeper and cooed, “Let’s come at the same time.”

He seemed to be on board with the idea, because he panted, “You tell me when, baby,” while rubbing my clit faster.

My body went flush from head to toe; every muscle taut. Just before I reached my climax, I whispered, “I’m going to come.”

“Let me hear you, sugar.”

With a loud, long moan, I fell off the cliff. My body instantly went from tight to gelatin, and it felt like I was floating as he thrust five times more, then held my hips as he roared his release.

He sounded almost feral, and it was hot as hell.

So hot, I cried out again and my pussy fluttered with another mini orgasm. I could feel my walls milking his dick as his cum filled the condom.

Finally, he dropped his forehead against mine while we tried to catch our breath.

“That was—” he began, but I panted, “Holy shit!” before he could finish his thought.

He chuckled when he pulled out, then kissed my forehead. “Exactly. I’ll be right back.”

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Justin

Maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex in a while, but that had been incredible—even if had been fast and furious. Or maybe that was why it’d been so hot.

But I planned on making the next time last so I could get to know every inch of her body, down to the last freckle. What made her moan, and what made her soaked.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think that was going to be tonight. I had to be up at five a.m. for my six o’clock shift, but I needed to convey she could sleep as long as she wanted. I trusted her to be in my house alone.

I wasn’t off until Tuesday. It was my turn to work the weekend, but maybe we could go on a real date then.

After disposing of the condom and cleaning up, I headed back to the kitchen to suggest we go to bed and realized I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms. Then a thought hit me.

Shit, she’s going to see the wheelchair in my bedroom.

I decided I’d have to tell her the truth before then.

When I stepped back into the room, I found her fully dressed while writing something on the notepad I kept in my junk drawer.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped at my question and nervously looked up at me.

“I was just writing you a note. I’m going to head home now.”

So much for holding her all night.