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It was a peculiar thing what the doctor had said. He asked me if I had the will to get sex. What I meant was how in the hell he could get that sassy. Wasn’t having two different personalities including being a timid scientist, and an overconfident lad with a hint of adrenaline junkie already too much? Now there was another personality of his that was sexually rude. “Huh? What did you say just now, doctor? How could you ask your vampire queen such a question? Do you have a death wish or something? “

My name is Dr. Frank, and I have a confession to make. People think I spent years in medical school because I wanted to save lives. That is a lie. I became a gynecologist for one reason: I love pussy. I am a pervert, yes, I know, and I’m damn good at it. I love the smell of the exam room, the sight of a woman’s legs in the stirrups, and the way they tremble when I touch them "professionally."

"So what if you do this with me? As long as your husband doesn't find out, it's safe, right?" "No, Doctor! I can't, I-" "You used to do this with several doctors, even your patients, right?" "W-what? I-" "Almost every day while I was in this clinic, you had sex with some men. Even with my brother and my father," he said. I was speechless at his shocking statement. His father and brother? How could I do that? Who was he really?

When I came, my thighs trembled around his shoulders. He rose, wiping his mouth with a satisfied smirk, then kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue. “We’ll finish this properly tonight at my place,” he promised, helping me straighten my clothes. We slipped out separately, hearts racing. Back on the floor, reality crashed in quickly. Dr. Ryan Hayes appeared for a consult on one of my patients. His face lit up when he saw me. “Lila! You’re back. Looking strong. Need any help with that lift?”

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

They had been having sex frequently, almost four times a day, and Jax was worried he might have overdone it. Richy felt the blunt, slick pressure of the doctor’s gloved finger against his puckered hole and gasped, his fingers clawing at the paper covering the exam table. The pressure increased and Richy cried out, instantly clamping hard, just to keep that finger from sliding into his intimate area. It felt unnatural, and he didn't like it. “Breathe out,” Dr Stanley instructed, his voice cold. The finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and Richy’s body resisted, clenched, then yielded until the doctor’s finger was deep inside him. Richy panted, tears springing to his eyes.

the doctor smiled at Aya. "He's quite proficient too. Loraine said he has had over 150 sexual encounters and he's so good he gets stabbed a lot," Aya related. I wasn't sure how one led to the other, though they did. "Do you like having sex with women, Cáel?" the doctor teased me. "Not when I'm sleeping," I sighed. "I keep him safe when he's sleeping," Aya provided. "Its real serious work." "Aya sleeps in your bed?" the doctor was a tad bit suspicious.

He asked with lots of concern. "No, I haven't," she answered. “Maybe this is not such a good idea" the doctor hesitated. “No, please don't stop," Laura replied, pulling him to her. When he saw the curve of her hip rounding off to the mystery beneath her navel, all of his reservations quickly went away. She tried to touch his cock but the boxer was on the way. Half sitting she removed the troublesome boxers, and finally the cock stood erect in front of her face. Her mouth went to its tip giving the massive member a kiss. The doctor held her head, she ran her tongue all the way down to the shaft. There was no taste to it, just the smell of sex in the air. When she reached the base she rolled h

Dr. Cameron James I was watching her stumble toward the loo when this massive, broad-shouldered bloke strode up to my table and sat down without so much as a word. “So, you like drugging girls so they’ll sleep with you, do you?” His voice was calm but thick with disgust. “You’d think a decent-looking doctor could get all the pussy he wants without slipping something into their drinks.” Oh, bloody brilliant. Another fucking Yank. “I hear you like to drug women and fuck them in disgusting places without using protection,” he added quietly. “Then you walk away pretending you don’t even know them,”

the doctor asked, pushing his glasses back on. Mrs Smith’s eyes flicked to Tracy. “Oh,” Tracy began, lowering her head, embarrassed. “Tracy, speak up,” Mrs Smith snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. Tracy fidgeted, rubbing her neck. “Erm… I had rough sex with a man. He was… huge. If you get what I mean.” She hesitated, avoiding the doctor’s eyes. “He took a blue pill because I wanted him to last longer. So, erm… we went at it for a while. I started bleeding after.”