Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“So, these are your ovaries,” I murmured, my eyes on the screen next to us. “Fallopian tubes, uterus…”
That I want to fill with every fucking drop of my sticky cum.
I was going off the fucking rails in here with her, but I couldn’t stop. I was consumed by her — by all of her. The way her hair smelled, the way she smiled. The way I wanted to protect her.
Yeah, I knew why she was here, and I knew it wasn’t that she was suddenly interested at nineteen in how fertile she was. No, I knew the Chase name and what her father was capable, and I knew that world she was from. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen the offspring of the uber-wealthy in this clinic to make sure they could “continue the line.”
Fuck that.
I growled to myself, turning and watching the small smile on her perfect lips as she watched the screen. So fucking beautiful, and sweet, and innocent. So fucking mine.
And instantly, I knew it was true. Or would be. In one instant, the roar inside of me turned to fierce resolution.
No other man would see just how fertile she was. No one but me. No one else would touch this perfect angel.
“Let’s just go a little lower and check out your cervix.”
I slowly moved the wand lower, until I was bumping against her hands which were holding down the waist of her pants.
“All the way, Ms. Chase,” I all but fucking growled, the blood roaring in my ears as I let my gaze burn right into her. Fuck professionalism. Fuck being her doctor. All I was in that moment was a man. A man who’d seen what he wanted.
…And now this man wanted to see more of what was his.
Ada bit her lip, gasping quietly before she’d nodded.
“Oh, right. Of course, Doctor.”
Fuck me harder, Doctor.
My cock bulged, pulsing rock hard against my leg. Ada licked her lips — that soft pink tongue darting out to wet them as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waist of her yoga pants and pushed them down. More and more of her lacy blue panties were exposed to me — more of her hips, and her thighs, and the tempting, tantalizing groove that ran down between her inner thigh and her sweet, off-limits treasure, hidden behind those panties.
“More.”
I growled it, like a man barely hanging on. I didn’t care.
Ada gasped quietly, her face bright red. But she pulled them down even more as I started to move the wand over her lower belly.
And there it was.
Holy. Fuck.
She’d pulled the tight black material down almost all the way over her panties, and there, right fucking in the middle of them, right between her legs, was a dark little wet spot.
The rest of the world disappeared for me for a second, my entire being glued to the gusset of her panties pulled tight across her lips, and the little tell-tales sign leaking through.
Ada Chase wasn’t nervous. Ada Chase was fucking turned on.
I wanted to tear them off. I wanted to bring my face between her thighs, inhale the sweet smell of her and then lick that little cunt right through her panties until she came all over my tongue.
The rest of the very brief exam was a blur. I remember growling something about everything being in order, and how my professional opinion was that she was perfectly able to bear children.
…But the man inside of me had a slightly different opinion: she wasn’t just able to bear children, she was able and fucking destined to bear my children.
She pulled her clothes back into place afterwards, and hopped that perfect little ass off the exam chair. She’d turned and smiled at me, her face still blushing and glowing, and her crystal blue eyes sparkling. She shook my hand, and once again, touching her like that — however innocently — almost had me yanking her right into me, crushing my lips to hers, and then kissing her as I tore the clothes from her tight little body.
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And then, she was gone, leaving just the feel of her soft skin, the scent of her hair, and the image of her wet little panties permanently etched into my brain. She’d barely left the room when I’d torn my pants open, pulled my throbbing hard cock out, and started to stroke. I’d growled, imagining how sweet her pussy would taste on my lips — how soft her cries would be as I claimed her as my own.
How fucking sexy she’d look all swollen with our child.
I groaned, my fist gripping the edge of the desk fiercely, and so close to spraying my cum across the surface of it, when I’d stopped myself.
No.
Not like this. Not after I’d gotten a tease of what could be mine. And not just could, would, because I’d decided right there that whatever the consequences, Ada Chase would be mine.