Wet For Me

FOUR - 

David 

The way Nurse Mira had sucked my dick like her life depended on it and then ridden me hard until I exploded inside her was something I hadn’t forgotten.   

Fuck, I didn’t think I could forget if I tried. 

The memory replayed in my mind on a constant loop. Every night as I drifted off to sleep, my hand instinctively wrapped around my hardening dick, stroking to the phantom feel of her hot mouth. 

Every morning when I woke up, staining the sheets with a raging erection that no cold shower could tame. 

Her moans, the way her tongue swirled around my tip, the slick heat of her tight cunt was all I could think about. 

But the real torture? 

Mira was fucking ignoring me now, acting like it never happened. 

For the past few days, she’d breeze into my room for check-ups, her eyes averted, pretending not to notice my stares that lingered on her curves. 

If I reached for her hand during a bandage change, she’d pull away sharply, murmuring some bullshit excuse about protocol. 

I’d try to start a conversation, anything to hear her voice, but she’d shut it down with clipped responses, her cheeks flushing before she ran away like a scared bird. 

It was driving me fucking insane. To the point that I didn’t even know when my thigh wound had fully healed. 

With the stitches out, I was getting discharged today but all I wanted was Mira. To fuck her senseless, to bury myself in that tight pussy until she screamed my name. 

Leaving without tasting her again wasn’t an option.

I sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged my broad muscly shoulders and thick arms, the kind of muscle earned from years of slamming opponents in the ring. 

My bag was packed by the door, but I wasn’t moving until she showed. 

I knew she would, she was my fucking nurse.

As if summoned, the door clicked open, and there she was, holding a clipboard in those effective hands of hers. 

Goddamn, she was stunning. Her scrub top was a little too tight around her chest, stretching over those full, perfect tits, outlining the subtle peaks of her nipples that poked through just enough to make my mouth water. 

Her pants clung to her hips, sculpting the round, tempting swell of her ass. It looked so firm and juicy that all I wanted was to grab and squeeze it until she whimpered. 

Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face, making her look both professional and utterly fuckable. 

She licked her plump lips reminding me how well it had wrapped around my dick. Her warm brown eyes that had locked onto mine mid-thrust glanced briefly at me. 

She was so fucking beautiful, too damn sexy, that just looking at her made my dick twitch and start to harden in my jeans. Blood rushed downward, thickening me up as I imagined bending her over right there.

Mira kept her head down, as always these days, avoiding my gaze. 

She extended the papers toward me, her voice steady but distant. “Here are your discharge forms, David. Sign at the bottom, and you’re free to go.”

Instead of taking them, I grabbed her wrist firmly, forcing her to look up. 

Her eyes met mine, wide and startled, a flicker of something hot flashing in their depths. She tried to yank her hand free, twisting slightly, but I held on, standing up slowly. 

At 6’4” and built like an intimidating tank, I towered over her petite frame. 

She swallowed hard, her throat working visibly, and I saw the dark spark of arousal in her eyes, the same one I had seen that day as she gave me that massage that had started this fucking mess. 

Her pupils dilated, and she licked her lips again. She wanted this as bad as I did. It was so clear to see. 

“David, let go,” she whispered, but her voice trembled, lacking conviction.

I took the papers from her other hand and tossed them onto the bed without breaking eye contact. Then I stepped forward, closing the distance. 

Mira backed up instinctively, her breath hitching. “We can’t do this. You should just… let me go.”

I kept advancing, crowding her until her back hit the wall with a soft thud. 

She had nowhere to run and she knew it too but there was no panic in her eyes. 

I wedged my thigh between hers, pressing firmly against her pussy through her scrubs. She gasped, her hands coming up to push at my chest, but her hips betrayed her, grinding down against my leg in a subtle roll that made my cock throb painfully hard in my jeans. 

Fuck, she was already wet, I could feel it.