The Doctor’s Unexpected Visit
The tension in the small clinic office had been building for weeks, a silent current of electricity passing between me and the visiting specialist. He was everything I had fantasized about: broad-shouldered, commanding, and possessing a gaze that seemed to strip me bare every time our eyes met. As the moment came for him to leave, I found myself unable to let go. When I reached out to shake his hand, I squeezed tighter than necessary, a silent plea for him to stay.
He responded in kind, his grip firm and warm. Then, I felt it—a subtle, deliberate scratch of his finger across my palm. In my world, that was an unmistakable invitation. I looked up into his eyes and saw a predatory hunger mirrored by a playful smirk. “You’re quite handsome yourself,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Without a word, he yanked me toward him, his powerful arms locking around me. He crashed his lips against mine in a kiss that was raw and demanding, his tongue claiming my mouth with an intensity that left me breathless. I felt small against his massive frame, my hands instinctively roaming over the wide expanse of his back before sliding down to the heavy bulge straining against his trousers. He was rock hard, a thick, pulsing heat that made my head spin.
He broke the kiss just long enough to groan against my skin, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you since the second you walked through that door.” He gripped my hips, pulling my backside flush against him. I could feel the sheer size of him pressing into me, even through the layers of fabric, sending jolts of pleasure through my nerves.
The spell was momentarily broken by the shrill ring of his phone. It was the head doctor, demanding the paperwork. He answered curtly, promising to be there in a moment, but the interruption only fueled our desperation. I began to sink to my knees, my fingers fumbling with his belt, but he paused me with a fierce kiss. “My flight is tomorrow, but I want you tonight. Call me at nine,” he murmured, sliding a business card into my hand.
But I couldn’t let him leave just yet. As he turned to go, I reached for his zipper, sliding my hand inside to find his grey briefs damp with arousal. “Suck it,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. I obeyed instantly, kneeling on the clinic floor. I freed his massive length—thick, veiny, and imposing. I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste and the sheer scale of him, my tongue swirling around the head as he let out muffled moans of approval.
He gripped the back of my head, guiding me deeper, pushing me to my limits until I felt the sudden, rhythmic surge of his release. He held me firmly, ensuring I took every drop of his hot, thick seed. As he pulled away, he kissed me one last time, a promise of the chaos to come in his hotel room. He walked out the door, leaving me breathless and craving more.