All Chapters of RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories}: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I walked into his office, my heart beating too fast. He didn’t greet me with anything more than a curt nod before gesturing toward the exam table.“Sit,” he said, his voice calm and detached.I sat nervously on the edge of the exam table, my palms damp. He closed the file and looked at me with that same unreadable expression.“From the results yesterday,” he said slowly, “we’ll need a more complete check, not just below but also above. That means your chest.”My heart jumped into my throat. “My chest?” I repeated softly.He nodded. “Remove your shirt but leave the bra on for now.”Hands trembling, I tugged my blouse over my head. The room suddenly felt colder, my bra stretched tight across my breasts. “Sit straight,” he said.I obeyed then he slipped on fresh gloves with a snap, then stepped closer. His hands cupped one breast, lifting it like he was measuring its weight. He moved to the other, doing the same, then pressed gently, fingers kneading into the soft flesh.“Any pain?” he

“Do you want this?” His voice was a growl, rough and deep, vibrating through me.“Yes,” I whispered, then louder and shameless, “Yes, I do. I want you to fuck me, doctor.”His eyes darkened and without another word, he slid lower, pressing his cock against my soaked entrance. I was trembling, watching his thick cock push against me. He circled my pussy with the tip, smearing my wetness, teasing me until I was whining.Then, just the head slipped inside. My walls clamped down instantly.“Fuuuck,” I moaned, my head falling back. The stretch burned but it was delicious and when he pulled out, I nearly sobbed at the emptiness.“Please…” I begged, my voice broken.Without warning, he slammed into me, with one brutal thrust burying his cock inside my pussy.“Aahhh…!” I screamed, biting down on my lip to muffle the sound. The sting of the stretch, the way my body split around him, had me clawing at the exam table.His hands clamped down on my waist, pinning me to the table, holding me still

“Oh god,” I gasped, my hand tangling in his hair, pressing his head closer. “Harder…suck it harder." He sucked harder, moving between my nipples, lavishing them with wet, urgent pulls while his free hand roamed back to my legs.I spread my legs wider, giving him easy access to my pussy, the train's sway adding to the rush. His fingers traced up my inner thigh, finding my panties and shifting the fabric aside. “Hmm, you're so wet,” he growled against my skin, his fingertips rubbing my wet entrance, circling my swollen clit. I bucked against his hand, moaning loud. “Ahh, fuck.”He slipped one finger inside my pussy, thrusting deep and slow at first, stretching me just right. The intimacy of his touch mixed with the raw intrusion made my heart, I felt exposed, desired and alive. “You love it?” he asked, his voice husky.“Yes... I love it,” I panted, my pussy walls gripping him. He added a second finger, pumping faster, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. He ke

Jake was still there, lounging in the kitchen with that casual slouch of his, sipping coffee like nothing changed but everything has, since yesterday. My cheeks burnt just thinking about it, how he'd walked in on me in my room, legs spread wide, that thick dildo buried deep in my pussy.I shook it off, trying to act normal as I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet for some cereal. Jake glanced at me, his gaze lingering a second too long on my tank top and shorts before he sets his mug down with a thud.“Gonna head to the garage,” he muttered, voice rough. “Got some shit to fix on my bike.”He didn't even wait for me to reply, just brushed past me, his arm grazing mine and sending a jolt straight to my pussy. I watched him go, the door of the front door swinging shut behind him.The morning dragged on. I tried to distract myself with the TV in the living room but my mind kept replaying yesterday, the way his eyes had darkened, the bulge I'd swear was in his jeans before he left. My pussy ac

“Hold on,” he said, before getting off the couch. He walked towards the door, grabbing a shirt on the way. I stayed there, kneeling on the cushions, my pussy throbbing and exposed to the air, dripping onto the couch. The interruption burned in my chest, we were so close, my body screaming for release.I heard the door creak open. “Hey, Mrs. Hargrove. What's up?” He said. Our elderly neighbor's frail tone followed, it was something about a leaky faucet in her kitchen that she couldn't fix herself. Of course, it had to be now. He agreed to help, as the good guy he always pretended to be and I could picture him throwing on that shirt, zipping up his jeans over the hard-on I'd just been worshipping.The front door clicked shut behind them and silence settled over the house. I slumped back against the armrest, my hand instinctively sliding between my legs, rubbing my wet pussy with my fingers, then moving to my swollen clit. I felt my anger building up…fucking doorbell, fucking neighbor.