All Chapters of I Just Wanna Get Laid: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

“Your, ah, your slut, ”“Louder.”“Your slut… cumdump… Daddy…”He growled, sounding almost animalistic as she felt him grab hold and squeeze even harder, fucking her harder and faster than before. She cried out around his hand and clenched tightly around him, trying to arch her back but unable to do more than struggle.But still he did not stop, working through the sensitivity until her muscles burned in ways she could not describe and refused to let her concentrate long enough to beg for mercy.Finally he pulled free of her, leaving her trembling. He wiped himself away, turned her over and dropped her onto her knees in front of him.“Open your mouth.”She did, as commanded, and took his cock as deep into her mouth as possible. She could taste herself on it, aroused and hungry, but her lips sealed around him as best she could and she hollowed her cheeks to suck him down. His hand tightened in her hair, urging her further.“Yes, take it… take it deep… suck me clean… I want to fill eve

The remainder of the week fell into place based on two different kinds of clock.There was the one of the hospital: badge on by seven, enrollment calls, the shared drive, Priya's running commentary, and the long afternoon dragging toward three-thirty. There was the one at home: Martha's questions at dinner, Douglas's car in the driveway when Quin's pulled in, and the careful distance they maintained when anyone might be watching. Saturday loomed at the far end of the week, waiting like a breath held in anticipation. Church for Martha. An empty house for them. Until then, discipline.Douglas didn't work from home. He left each morning dressed in his pressed shirts and came back each night with the exhaustion of an office that was not theirs. What he did with the time in-between was the domain of another building in another part of town, of coworkers. Quin didn't know of a side of himself that signed emails and attended meetings while Quin recorded patient IDs under the fluorescent lig

Martha left the house at eight-forty with a covered dish and a list on her phone.“Shelf,” she told Douglas at the door, pointed, not unkind. “I want to see progress when I get back.”“You’ll see it.”She kissed his cheek, waved at Quin in the hallway, and pulled out of the driveway in a flash of brake lights. The street went quiet. Somewhere a lawn mower started and died. The dog circled once on the rug and dropped with a sigh.He did not look at Quin immediately. He crossed to the window, checked the street, then turned. Her car turned the corner and was gone.Douglas locked the front door, turned the deadbolt, and moved through the living room, not saying a word. When he got to Quin, he hadn’t kissed her yet. Instead, he slid his hand into her shorts between her legs, feeling how hot she was already wet and smiling without any gentleness in it."Bedroom. Off clothes. Knees by the bed."She went. Her hands fumbled at her shirt, the shorts, and her still-damp underwear. By the time h

He left her lying on the bed just long enough to go to the closet.He came back with the soft robe belt that she had never worn and Quin’s old sleep shorts. He didn’t even ask. He grabbed her by her wrists, tightly fastened them in front of her using the belt, and pulled it to test how strong it was."On the floor. On your hands and knees. Back to the headboard."She moved off the bed on wobbly legs and dropped to the floor. The carpet nipped at her knees. Douglas looped the sleep shorts through the slits in the headboard and then through the belt on her wrists. He pulled them, stretching her arms wide and making sure her chest dangled while her ass rose towards him, wide open for him to see. She could move an inch or two, enough to feel uncomfortable and to do something else. Nothing more than that.He came to stand behind her and observe her."Perfect. Bondaged in your childhood bedroom while your mommy is in a church potluck. Say Thank you.""Thank you, Sir.""For what?""For bein

Monday brought her back into the fluorescent light and the joint commute.She clipped the badge in the same way. Priya was already halfway through complaining about Renee's tone in the emails and stabbed at a straw stuck into a juice box as if it had done her wrong. Packets lay ready in the left drawer. Quin filled patient IDs and matched columns and answered the phone with her practiced script. Beneath the competence of the routine, she could feel the different memories in her muscles, the belt at her wrists, the shelf edge against her ribs, and how Douglas went cold inside her when a car drove past.He didn't text during the day. He never did.She liked it that way; she did not want any form of attachment with anyone. The only thing she was interested in was getting laid.At lunchtime, Quin took Martha's sandwich in the break room while two assistants argued about the resident's dating life. The food seemed bland and tasteless. She looked up the admissions portal once and hesitat