DOCTOR BRIAN VI

My fingers were slick, sliding through my folds as I worked my clit in tight, desperate circles. "Brian," I moaned into the quiet of my living room, my head thrown back against the cushions.

"Oh god, right there... just like that, Daddy." The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel his weight on me, his breath hot against my neck.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," I whimpered, my hips bucking against my hand. The coil in my stomach was tightening, a delicious, building pressure. "Yes, Brian, yes! Right there!" I cried out, my voice breaking as I teetered on the edge, my body a live wire of need. Just a little more,a little harder..

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Fuck.. I was so close.” The sound was a bucket of ice water on my arousal. "Leave it at the door!" I yelled, my voice hoarse and frustrated. The grocery delivery always had the worst timing.

Knock. Knock.Knock.

"For fuck's sake," I snarled, yanking my hand from my shorts. I stomped to the door, ready to give the delivery guy a piece of my mind, and flung it open.

It wasn't the delivery guy. It was Brian. He looked like he'd been in a fight with a hurricane and lost, his dark hair a mess, his lab coat rumpled, and his eyes burning with an intensity that made my already-throbbing pussy clench.

"Wtf? What are you doing here?" I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice a low, rough gravel that vibrated right through me.

I stepped aside, my body moving on pure instinct. He walked in, and I closed the door, the click of the lock sounding like a gunshot in the sudden silence. I folded my arms, a pathetic attempt at a barrier. "Are you stalking me now?"

"No," he said, raking a hand through his already wild hair. "I just... I couldn't help myself."

"How do you know where I live?"

"I saw it on your employee document. In your file." He took a step closer, the space between us crackling with unspent energy. "Look, what do you want, Lisa?"

"I should be asking you that," I shot back, but my voice was a weak, breathy thing.

He took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping. "I came to apologize. For how I acted. For what I said. For everything. I'm sorry. And I'd like us to move past it."

A slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips. The anger and hurt were still there, but they were being consumed by a much more powerful, primal emotion. "You know damn well that's not what you came for," I purred, closing the distance until I could feel the heat pouring off him. "And just because I let you in so easily doesn't mean I'll let you out, Doc."

He tried to hold his ground, to keep his expression stern, but I saw the flicker of raw need in his eyes. I reached out, my hand deliberately brushing against the front of his scrubs, right over his groin. He flinched, a full-body shudder he couldn't hide.

"Look at you," I whispered, my voice a silken taunt. "Shaking just from my touch. You're fidgeting, Doctor. You came here to apologize, but your body is screaming a different story." I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear. "I'm ready to do anything for you right now. Anything you want. You just have to say it."

I pulled back just enough to look down. "Wow, is that a bulge I see?" I asked, my voice dripping with mock innocence as I let my fingers trace the hard, thick length straining against the fabric. "All this for little me?"

He let out a ragged groan, his head falling back. "I have to go," he gritted out, but his feet were rooted to the floor.

"Alright," I said, turning away with a deliberate, exaggerated sway of my hips. "I have to get ready for my date with Tim, anyways."

That was it. The breaking point. I heard a low, possessive growl, and then he was on me. He spun me around, his mouth crashing down on mine, and it was nothing like the punishing kiss from before. This was pure, unadulterated hunger. He devoured me, his tongue claiming my mouth as his hands roamed my body, gripping my ass, pulling me flush against the massive, hard ridge of his erection. He backed me up against the door, his body a hard, demanding weight.

"Bedroom," he commanded against my lips.

I led him, my hand tangled in his, my body already humming with anticipation. He pushed me onto the bed, and I fell back, bouncing on the soft mattress. He stood over me, his eyes raking over my body as he ripped his own shirt over his head, revealing a chest that was hard and sculpted with a light dusting of dark hair. He was magnificent.

But he wasn't rushing. He knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, his hands wrapping around my ankles. He slowly pulled me toward him until my legs were draped over his shoulders. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, and with one swift, deliberate movement, he pulled them down my legs and tossed them aside.

Then he just looked at me. His gaze was a physical touch, a caress that made my skin tingle. "You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, and then he lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue against my clit was electric. I cried out, my back arching off the bed. "Oh god, Brian! Right there!" I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair. He was relentless, his mouth working me with a skill and hunger that left me breathless. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into my folds, tasting me, devouring me. He knew exactly how to drive me wild, alternating between soft, teasing flicks and hard, demanding suction. He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I saw stars.

"Brian, please," I whimpered, my hips grinding against his face. "Don't stop, Daddy, just like that."

He looked up at me, his face glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with possession. "You're so wet for me," he growled, and then he went back for more, his tongue lashing against my clit, his fingers pumping into me in a relentless rhythm.

I was completely at his mercy, a writhing, moaning mess as he brought me to the brink again and again, only to back off at the last second. It was exquisite torture. I was begging, pleading, my body a taut bowstring of need. "Please, Brian, please let me come," I whimpered, my voice breaking.

He finally took pity on me, sucking my clit hard and fast as his fingers pumped into me. The orgasm that ripped through me was devastating, a wave of pure pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. I screamed his name, my body convulsing, my vision going white.

Before I could even come down, he was over me, his body covering mine. He kissed me again, and I could taste myself on his lips, a raw, intimate flavor that only fueled my desire. He positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against my still-throbbing clit.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice low and rough.

"I want this," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. "I want you, Brian. Now."

He pushed into me in one slow, relentless stroke, and I cried out as he stretched me, filled me completely. "Oh god, you're so big," I gasped. He paused, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine. "You feel so good," he choked out. "So fucking good."

Then he began to move. His strokes were deep and powerful, each one hitting a spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. He was relentless, his hips pistoning, his body slapping against mine in a rhythm as old as time. I met him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back, my legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Harder," I gasped. "Fuck me harder, Brian. Don't stop!"

He obliged, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. He was losing control, and it was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. He buried his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, his groans of pleasure music to my ears.

"Mine," he growled, his voice a possessive rumble against my ear. "You can only be mine. No Floyd. No Tim. No one else.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tight as he drove into me, pushing me toward another mind-shattering orgasm. "If you remain a good boy," I gasped, my voice trembling with the force of his thrusts, "I'll remain your naughty girl."

He let out a guttural roar, and with one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside me, his hot cum flooding my senses. The feeling of him pulsing within me sent me over the edge, and I came again, my body clenching around him, milking him for every last drop.

We collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and ragged breaths, our bodies slick with sweat.