Page 205 of Fixation

I line up my fat cock to her pussy. Since she’s soaked, and I’m hard as fuck, one thrust is all it takes to be fully seated in her.

“Oh, fuck.” This is the dirtiest, hottest interaction any doctor could have with their patient. The hottest. “This is what I want. This is what you’re getting. For the rest of your life.”

My knuckles turn white around my stethoscope as I hold it in place. The other hand is on her clit. I can’t stop looking between her filled cunt and ass. Can’t get enough of her accusing, starving glare.

I need her. I’m weak for her.

So is she. When I circle her clit long enough, when I hit her G-Spot until she cries, the accusations melt on Harper’s face.

She’s looking at me as if I were her God.

“Good girl. My good little slut.” I slam into her over and over again. The bed rattles, my heart shakes in its cage. I fuck her raw and carefully. I love her. “I own this cunt. This pretty pussy. Your soul—it’s fucking mine, Harper. You don’t get to be kidnapped by another man. You don’t get to run. You don’t leave me. Understood?”

“Yes.” This orgasm makes her pussy clamp around my cock, sucking me in. “Anderson.”

Being as controlled as humanly possible so as not to hurt her, I remove the stethoscope.

“Come here.” I put her on her back, her breath whooshing out of her. “Fuck.”

I shove every inch of me into her warmth. I have my lips on hers, swiping my tongue over hers.

“More,” she cries out, her body arching to mine. “More.”

“Can’t wait for your breasts to swell. For your stomach to fill with my baby. Gonna come inside you, kitten.” Railing her into the bed is all I can think of. All I can do. “You’re going to take it. Fucking squeeze me dry. I need it. I need you.”

Her hands tear at my hair, holding me tight as her release washes over her. Between a tormented moan and my name on her lips, I come inside her. Feeding her womb our future children. Filling her until she forgets who she was before me.

She drains me until there’s nothing left.

In an hour, there’ll be more where that came from.

I watchher through my camera as she types something out, possessive satisfaction curling in my chest just a moment before her message lights up my screen.

Harper:I miss you. How’s work? Are you watching me now?

My heart expands and fuck, it hurts. But I like it.

After a nearly twenty-four-hour shift, I revel in that kind of torture. I’ve been aching for it.

Me:It’s okay to say you missed my cock.

I’ll be heading home soon, but I don’t tell her that. Another doctor came early to relieve me. Gave me some excuse about his kids driving him insane.

My chest tightened when he complained about the kind of life I’d kill for.

Briefly.

When I remembered how I fill Harper with my cum every morning and every night, that was when the ache eased up.

We’ll have a million kids soon. And I’ll never complain about a single one of them.

The fact that I’ll be coming home to Harper soon makes things even better. I plan on surprising her, which is why I used the hospital showers to clean up before I take my dirty girl’s pussy.

I toss the towel into the hospital’s hamper. Pull on my jeans and T-shirt.

My phone vibrates.

Harper:Or your stethoscope :(