LOGINI walked into the office at 4:00 p.m. sharp. The waiting room was empty. I walked straight to the same exam room and sat on the padded table. My legs were still shaky from last week. My pussy felt raw and sensitive, but I was already getting wet just thinking about what was coming. The door opened. Dr. Harlan stepped in and closed it behind him. He didn’t look at me at first. He just locked the door, then turned around and sat on the stool between my knees. “Miss Grey,” he said, voice calm and cold. “You’re here for the follow-up.” I nodded. My mouth was dry. He leaned forward. His eyes dropped straight to my chest, then lower, to the front of my jeans. “Take everything off,” he said quietly. “I want you completely naked.” I swallowed. “Harlan, we just had the exam—” “I know.” He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “That’s why I need to do it again. Properly. This time in private.” I hesitated for only a second. Then I started taking my clothes off. Shirt first, then bra, then je
I walked into the doctor’s office at exactly 3:50 p.m., heart already racing. Dr. Harlan’s waiting room was empty except for a young woman sitting on the couch, scrolling her phone. She looked up when I entered, then immediately looked away. I didn’t blame her. The office was quiet, professional, and every inch screamed “serious.” The receptionist didn’t even look up from her desk. She just pointed down the short hallway and said, “Exam room 2 is empty. The doctor will be right with you.” I nodded and walked down the hall. The door was already open. I stepped inside and closed it behind me. It was a small, clinical room. White walls. A padded examination table in the middle. A big mirror on the opposite wall so I could see myself while I was being examined. And a chair in the corner that Dr. Harlan was sitting in, flipping through my chart like it was nothing. He didn’t look up at first. Just kept reading in silence. I stood there for a moment, feeling completely exposed in my
grey I felt him first. His fingers were rough, thick, and they moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my thighs tremble. I was on my back in our bed, the sheets tangled around my waist, and I couldn’t stop moaning. Every time his middle finger curled against that spot inside me, I gasped and gripped his arm. “Fuck, baby… just like that,” I whispered, voice already shaky. He didn’t answer with words. He just pulled his hand away, replaced it with his cock, and pushed inside me in one long, slow thrust. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed. He was so thick, so deep, stretching me open in a way that still made me feel full after everything we’d done. He stayed buried inside me for a moment, letting me adjust, then started moving. Slow at first. Deep. Each thrust dragged against my walls and made my toes curl. “Ahh… fuck,” I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist. “Harder, Jack… please.” He gave me what I asked for. He fucked me harder, hips snapping against mine,
The storm that had killed the signal finally broke on the third morning. I woke to pale sunlight and the low buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Ken was spooned behind me, one heavy arm locked around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. Even half-asleep he was hard, the thick length of him resting against my ass like it belonged there. I reached for the phone carefully. Missed calls. Texts. My brother’s name lit up the screen over and over. Ken’s arm tightened. “You should answer,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “They’ve been looking for you.” I swiped to accept the call and put it on speaker. Jake’s voice exploded through the room. “Jesus Christ, Amara— where the hell have you been? We’ve had search and rescue ready to go—” “I’m okay,” I said quietly. “I sprained my ankle the first day. Got separated. Someone found me.” Ken’s hand slid under the covers and settled between my thighs, fingers lazily stroking through the mess he’d left in me t
Ken carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing. He dropped me onto the mattress and followed me down, already hard again. The flannel shirt I was wearing didn’t last three seconds — he ripped it open, buttons scattering across the floor, and then his mouth was on my breasts, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched into him, fingers tangled in his hair, still feeling the wet heat of his cum between my legs from the kitchen. “Look at you,” he muttered against my skin. “Already dripping with me and still greedy for more.” He shoved my thighs wide and thrust back inside in one smooth stroke. The stretch pulled a broken moan from my throat. Ken didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me deep and steady, the bedframe knocking against the wall with every snap of his hips. One hand pinned both of my wrists above my head. The other gripped my hip, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “This cunt was made for me,” he growled. “So fucking tight. Taking every inch like a good gi
I woke up overheated and aching in the best way. Ken’s heavy arm was still locked around my waist, his chest solid against my back. Even in sleep he held me like he was afraid I’d disappear. And he was hard — thick and unmistakable — pressed between the cheeks of my ass. Every slow breath he took made it rub against me. I shifted just enough to feel it better. His hand moved first, sliding up under the flannel to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightened against his palm. “Morning, sweetheart,” he rumbled against the back of my neck, voice rough with sleep. His other hand slipped between my thighs, spreading me open like he already owned that part of me. Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning. I was still wet from the night before. A helpless moan slipped out of my throat. Ken worked me slowly, fingers curling, thumb circling my clit with the same devastating precision as last night. He didn’t rush. He just kept stroking until my hips were p







