Part 4 (2/2)

Weak, with waves of contractions still slos.h.i.+ng through her, she peeked up at him. Although she'd just had the best o.r.g.a.s.m of her life, it only took one look at the pa.s.sion on his face and the pearly pre-come oozing over the head of his engorged c.o.c.k to be ready for more. She never would have believed she could feel the least bit unsatisfied after that experience but she wanted him buried inside her.

Was that part of their game? He'd just devoured her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His c.o.c.k stood hard and ready. He'd told her repeatedly to be honest about her desires.

In a voice scratchy from screaming, she asked, ”Doctor, will you f.u.c.k me?”

”No. I don't want to distort our results. Today, I have to test some equipment. I'll take readings with this probe while your p.u.s.s.y is at its regular size.”

d.a.m.n it, think! This is his job. Your job.

Disappointed, she turned her head away from him. She didn't reveal that nothing about this experience was ordinary for her but she certainly had never reacted like this before. Just being here with him aroused her more than any fantasy she'd ever had.

”I set a tool I'm going to use to gather data just outside your p.u.s.s.y. In a moment, I'm going to insert it.

Then we'll start taking measurements. I need to verify the machines are functioning as intended.”

The thought alone made her muscles clamp. I am so screwed. His clinical narration couldn't disguise the erotic nature of what was about to happen. Her body strained toward him. More of her come pooled below her a.s.s on the table.

”Though, I have to admit, the sight of you like this is making it very difficult for me to concentrate. Would you like to a.s.sist me?” His legendary virility couldn't be suppressed. His reaction would be the same independent of the subject but, unlike her, Kurt didn't feel the need to hide his nature. It would be no hards.h.i.+p to ease his discomfort. In fact, it would be a dream come true.

”Yes, Doctor. Tell me what to do,” she whispered.

Sliding his fingers into her hair, he tugged until she turned to face him.

”Have you ever sucked a man's c.o.c.k before?” Though tempted to lie so he wouldn't think her naive, the power of his smoky eyes demanded an honest answer.

”No.” She rolled her eyes when her voice came close to squeaking. She wanted to know what he tasted like, what his stiff flesh would feel like against her lips. She wanted to make him experience even a fraction of the longing she did when he came near. She wanted to make him burn, too. ”But I want to know how. Teach me?”

Faster than she thought possible, Kurt lunged closer. Holding the base of his c.o.c.k, he teased her by rubbing the head against her lips to spread his salty moisture over them. When her tongue nipped out and stole a sample, he moaned. Loving that she had the power to affect him too, she reached her tongue out again and licked the purple tip of his c.o.c.k.

”Open up.” He moaned again, and then thrust between her lips.

Absorbed in her explorations, Rebecca ran her tongue around the ridge of flesh near the head then traced the most prominent vein to his b.a.l.l.s. She loved his tangy flavor and the clean, earthy scent of his skin. She tugged him deeper with her unpracticed suckling, letting his groans and sighs guide her. He seemed content to let them both indulge for a moment.

Then, keying the remote in his lab jacket, he triggered the probe's forward motion.

”Ohh!” She moaned around his shaft. The steady pressure built on the opening of her p.u.s.s.y. She struggled to concentrate on his c.o.c.k as the smooth device impaled her, driving her wild.

”I can feel the vibrations all the way up my spine when you do that.” Kurt's low encouragement filled her with smug satisfaction. He f.u.c.ked her face with careful, shallow strokes since her bound state limited motion.

The probe bottomed out, fully embedded in her. The base tucked against her sensitive v.u.l.v.a. The monitor across the table from her began drawing a glowing line, measuring the clasp of her channel as the device tunneled into her at a deliberate pace. The whir and low clanking of the moving parts contributed to her arousal.

The probe was thicker than Dr. Foster's fingers but nowhere near as wide as the erection overflowing her mouth.

She wondered what it would feel like to be stretched so wide.

He initiated the cyclic motion of the probe. It entered then retracted from her hot hole before beginning again. Kurt's growl drew her attention.

”It's working. The monitor is confirming the pa.s.sion I can see on your face. d.a.m.n, that's hot.” When he pressed his shaft further into her mouth, the line on the screen jumped. With a wicked grin, he teased her, ”I see you enjoy it when I make you take me deeper. How far can you go, Becca?”

She opened her mouth wider, inviting him to find out. His tempo matched the measured strokes of the probe f.u.c.king her. She gripped the machine with her inner muscles, loving the rough friction it generated when it forced its way back inside her. Kurt fondled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he continued to slide his d.i.c.k in and out of her sucking mouth. First, he brushed his fingers against her nipples with glancing strokes of his fingertips. Then he pinched them with a gentle grip.

He tested her to see what she liked.

”Mmm.” She moaned around him wondering if the green line climbed on the printout behind her. Surprise filtered through her arousal. She hadn't expected to enjoy pleasuring him this way. The wet sounds of the probe entering her repeatedly mixed with the slurps she made as she swallowed around Kurt's d.i.c.k.

”This is amazing. The way you surrender to pa.s.sion is incredible.” He panted now. ”d.a.m.n it, Becca, ease up. I won't be able to stop myself from coming in your mouth.”

At his words, the beeping got higher pitched.

”The probe readings just spiked. You want my hot come on your tongue?” Again, the sounds escalated. His primal shout echoed in the stark room as his c.o.c.k grew firmer and longer, the ridges gaining definition against her tongue. His revelation must have driven him beyond control.

”Drink it. Every last drop.” He shuddered then growled a moment before the first rush of seed coated the back of her throat. Swallowing instinctively, her own o.r.g.a.s.m crashed inside her while the probe continued f.u.c.king her with deep, steady plunges.

Flames engulfed her, burning her preconceptions to the ground. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Her muscles shuddered in pulse after pulse of blinding ecstasy. Screaming around his d.i.c.k, she let the moment carry her away until the probe slowed and, finally, stopped outside her.

In a haze, she felt Kurt withdraw his softening shaft from her mouth despite her continued lapping.

”I'm sorry, baby. That's all there is for now.” Smiling, he squeezed her hand before moving away. He disengaged the probe then released her bonds. She remained where he had placed her on the table, unable to move. When he returned to her side, he cradled her, dazed and sated, in his arms for a moment before he picked her up. Arms winding around his neck, she snuggled against his firm chest and sighed.

Kurt opened a door on the far wall, opposite where they'd entered, then carried her into the next room.

Familiar with the dark s.p.a.ce, he strode through the shadows to lay her on a huge bed in the corner.

”Rest for a while.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before tugging a downy comforter over her.

Within moments, she slept.

Chapter Five.

Rebecca awoke to a faint scratching sound. She blinked several times to clear her eyes while trying to place her surroundings. A b.u.t.tery yellow glow illuminated the small room while a man bent over the desk opposite the bed, making notes in his journal with a raspy mechanical pencil. Kurt! She couldn't help but sigh as she remembered the decadence they'd indulged in.

Lying still, hoping he wouldn't notice she had regained consciousness, she used the opportunity to study him. He'd pulled on a pair of sweat pants but his lab coat had vanished. He must have left it in the laboratory.

With no s.h.i.+rt covering his bronzed skin, the flicker from a few candles he'd lit highlighted the broad expanse of his well-muscled back. She wanted to run her hands down the furrow of his spine.

When she s.h.i.+fted to relieve the pressure between her thighs, she must have made some small noise.

Setting aside his notes, Kurt turned. His smile expanded when he realized she was awake. ”How do you feel?”

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