DOCTOR BRIAN VII

"God damn that dick."

The thought was the first thing in my head as my eyes fluttered open. I was alone in the quiet, but not really. He was still here.

Brian. Asleep beside me, looking like a fucking baby, all peaceful and innocent. It was a hilarious contrast to the possessive beast who'd been ravaging me just hours ago.

I squinted at the clock. 1:17 PM. “Fuck.”Tim. I'd completely stood him up. A flicker of guilt was instantly extinguished by the sight of the sheet tented over his hips. I slowly peeled back the blanket, my breath catching.

There it was, His dick.Even soft, it was magnificent, a thick, heavy giant resting against his thigh. I knew exactly what I wanted for a late night snack.

I slipped out of bed, my body deliciously sore. After a quick shower, I dug through my drawers, pulling out a black lace bralette and matching crotchless panties. I swept my hair up into a messy bun. I didn't want anything getting in the way of my snack.

Crawling back onto the bed, I was a predator stalking her prey. I leaned down, my breath warm against his skin, and took the soft head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, feeling him stir and harden with every passing second. He let out a low, guttural groan, his hips shifting unconsciously. Before his eyes could even open, he was rock hard.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "It's late."

I lifted my head, his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound. "I know," I purred, my voice a silken promise. "But I want you. And I want you now."

I dove back down, taking him deeper. I looked up at him as his eyes finally fluttered open. He was already goddamn hard, and I could see the tremors starting in his hands. His hand shot out, tangling in my hair, gripping the bun at the nape of my neck. He used it like a handle, pulling my head up and down, dictating the rhythm.

"Damn, I'm fucked," he groaned, pushing himself up to sit.

"Yeah, you are," I said, releasing him with a final, lingering lick. I crawled up his body, straddling his lap, and crushed my mouth to his. The kiss was all teeth and tongue. My hand never stopped working him, stroking his slick, hard length.

His hands were everywhere, fumbling with the delicate lace of my bralette until he just ripped it apart, freeing my tits. He dipped his other hand between my legs, his fingers sliding through my slick folds.

"Shit, you're so fucking wet," he growled against my lips before his mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard. He worked me like a machine, his tongue teasing my nipple while his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy.

"Like that," I gasped, grinding against his hand. "Don't you fucking stop."

He pushed me onto my back, his body covering mine in an instant. He slammed into me, and the force of it stole my breath. This was a raw, primal fucking. His hips pistoned, his cock driving into me with a punishing rhythm that had me seeing stars. My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails.

"Harder, Doctor!" I screamed. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

He growled against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "You want it harder, you little slut? I'll give you harder." His hips snapped forward, each thrust a brutal impact that sent shockwaves through my body. I was so full, so stretched, it was almost painful, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "You feel so fucking good inside me, Brian. So big, so hard."

He flipped me over, yanking my hips up until I was on all fours. He entered me from behind, his hands gripping my ass so hard I knew I'd have bruises. The angle was incredible, hitting that spot deep inside me that made me feel like I was coming apart at the seams.

"God, your ass is perfect," he grunted, his fingers digging into my flesh. "I've been wanting to fuck you like this since the day I met you."

"Then why did you wait so long, doc?" I shot back, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Why did you make me wait for this cock?"

He spanked me, the sharp crack echoing in the room. "Don't talk back to me," he warned, though his voice was thick with arousal. "You're mine now. Remember that."

"Get the vibrator," he commanded, his voice a rough bark. "Now."

I fumbled in my nightstand drawer and pulled out the sleek, silver wand. He didn't miss a beat, his relentless rhythm never faltering as he pressed the buzzing head against my clit. The sensation was overwhelming.

"Oh, fuck! Brian! FUCK!" I shrieked, my arms giving out as my body convulsed, my orgasm tearing through me like a freight train.

"That's it, come for me," he growled, his hips never stopping. "I want to feel you come all over my cock. You're so fucking tight when you come."

"Fuckk, keep going," I begged, my face buried in the pillows. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He wasn't done. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back again, and pushed my legs up to my chest. He drove back into me, his strokes short, deep, and vicious. He used the vibrator on me again, holding it against my swollen, sensitive clit as he pounded into me.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough. "I want to see your face when you come again."

I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The emotions swirling in his eyes took my breath away - possessiveness, lust, but something else too. Something softer.

"You're so beautiful when you're desperate for it," he murmured, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit as he continued to thrust into me. "So fucking responsive."

I came again, a gush of fluid that soaked the sheets beneath us. "Brian!" I screamed, my body arching off the bed. "Oh god, BRIAN!"

"Good girl," he praised, his hips slowing slightly. "Such a good girl for me."

But he wasn't done with me yet. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. "Turn over," he commanded. "On your stomach."

I complied, my body trembling with aftershocks. He straddled my thighs, his cock pressing against my ass as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now," he said, his voice low and rough. "Would you like that?"

I could only moan in response, pushing back against him. He chuckled, a dark, predatory sound. "I'll take that as a yes."

He reached for the lube I kept in my nightstand, his fingers slick and cool as he prepared me. I tensed as he pressed against my tight entrance, but his voice soothed me.

"Relax for me, baby," he murmured. "I'll make it feel good. I promise."

He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation. It was intense, overwhelming, but not painful. When he was fully seated, he paused, letting me get used to the fullness.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice softer than I'd heard it before.

I nodded against the pillow. "Yeah," I breathed. "Yeah, I'm okay. You can move now."

He started slow, his movements measured and controlled. But as my moans grew louder, his control snapped. He began to fuck me in earnest, his hips pistoning, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "So fucking tight. I'm not going to last long."

"Then don't," I gasped, pushing back against him. "Come for me, Brian. Fill my ass with your cum."

His response was a guttural roar as he buried himself to the hilt, his hot release flooding me. The feeling pushed me over the edge again, and I came with a scream, my body convulsing around him.

We collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and ragged breaths, our bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms, his chest heaving against my back.

"Fuck," he breathed, his face buried in my hair. "Just... fuck."

I turned in his arms, facing him. His eyes were closed, his expression one of pure satisfaction. I traced the lines of his face with my fingers, marveling at how different he looked now. Softer. More vulnerable.

"Brian?" I whispered.

His eyes fluttered open. "Yeah?"

"Stay," I said, my voice barely audible. "Stay with me tonight."

He smiled, a real smile this time, not a smirk or a leer. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised, pulling me closer. "I'm right where I want to be."

As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I knew this was more than just sex. This was the beginning of something dangerous, something addictive, something wild.

This is definitely the beginning.