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HALLIE
I scream as he lifts me by the waist, spinning me to face him and placing my ass on the counter.
"I wanna see your pretty face when you come, baby."
He brushes my hair from my face, lips hot and greedy over mine.
I clamp my thighs around his hips, breathless.
"Fuck, I’m struggling not to ruin you, Hallie."
I blow out a shaky breath, and his hand flies up, wrapping tight around my throat.
His other hand dips between my thighs, circles my clit, and then drives two fingers into me.
My mouth drops open. A helpless sound escapes.
"Am I being a good boy for you? Huh? Making you come?"
I try to nod, but his grip’s firm around my neck.
"Y-yes."
I lift one leg, my foot landing on the counter, spreading wider for him.
"Oh, you want me deeper, do you? My filthy girl."
He growls the words against my lips and pushes a third finger in.
I cry out, stretching around him, my body trembling.
"Is this what you need?"
His fingers move faster, harder, making my head spin.
"Such a good fucking girl, baby. I can’t wait to have my dick in this tight pussy."
I bite my tongue, trying to swallow the scream clawing its way up.
He eases his grip on my throat, and I gasp.
"I’m so close," I whisper, my voice wrecked.
"I know. I can feel it."
He crushes his mouth to mine, just as the violent climax hits. My moans are swallowed by his kiss while he finger-fucks me through it.
"So beautiful when you come for me," he murmurs against my lips.
My chest heaves. He pulls his fingers from me and presses them to my mouth.
"Now it’s time for you to taste what I do to you."
He pushes them past my lips. My eyes go wide as I suck them clean.
"Dirty girl."
He bites his lip, eyes locked on my mouth as he slowly draws his fingers out.
"Feel better now?"
I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer, feeling the solid press of his cock against my sensitive, swollen pussy.
It’s massive. Like, jaw-droppingly, medically concerningly huge.
And I’ve never been with a man this size.
He is a beast. And for the first time tonight, I’m scared.
I close my eyes. I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
Because if that’s what his fingers can do—what the hell happens when he fucks me?
Is death by orgasm a thing? Shit.
I’m a nurse. I should know these things.
"Hallie. Stop panicking. My dick isn’t going to break you."
He’s amused. "I mean, you might be sore when I’m done. But you’ll survive, I promise."
My eyes snap open. "How did you know?"
He chuckles, and I ease a little.
"I saw the way you looked at him."
He brushes his lips along my jaw. "And I can read minds."
I press a finger to his chest, raising a brow.
"If you can read minds, what exactly am I thinking right now?"
His hands glide along my thighs, his rough palms squeezing.
I’m thinking about dropping to my knees and sucking him off until he forgets his name.
"You want to get on your knees and let me fuck your face. Am I close?"
I gasp. He laughs.
"Close enough. I was also thinking about how I want to hear you moan for me."
His eyes go wide. My cheeks flush.
"Oh, I’m sure that mouth of yours will get you exactly what you need. I have one rule, though."
He lifts me from the counter, carrying me into the living room, stopping by the same wall we made out at earlier.
"What’s your rule?"
He sets me down, my back to the wall.
"You get yourself off while you suck my dick. I want to hear you too. That’ll be enough to make me come so hard down your throat."
I swallow hard as he puts pressure on my shoulder. I drop to my knees.
"And Hallie," he growls, "I’m going to fuck your face. Roughly. Brutally. Primal style. I want your tears and cries. You good with that?"
I lick my lips and spread my legs, fingers slipping between them.
"Yes, beastie."
"Hmm, mmm."
He slides a hand through my hair, grips at the roots, holding me steady.
"If it’s too much, you tap my leg. Need me to stop quickly, slap my cut."
"I won’t need to stop," I say, voice full of fire.
I want to impress him. I need to hear him moan.
"Good girl. Let’s test that theory, shall we? Too much talking. Not enough sucking."
I open my mouth and he slides in slowly. Almost like he’s trying to feel out if I can actually take him.
I look up. He’s glaring down at me, fire in his eyes. Hunger.
I circle my clit. He groans, pulling out.
Then thrusts in harder, deeper. I gag around him. That earns me a moan.
"That was halfway, trouble. Good job."
Halfway? Shit.
His grip tightens in my hair. It stings. I keep fingering myself.
He moves faster. Rough. Needy.
"Oh. Fuck. Hallie."
Tears roll down my cheeks. I moan around him, sliding two fingers inside myself.
He grunts, breath ragged.
"Hallie. Shit. You’re so wet for me."
I moan. He clenches. His dick keeps hitting the back of my throat, over and over.
Everything blurs. My throat relaxes.
I’m close. So fucking close.
"Be a good little slut and come sucking my cock, trouble."
His deep voice sends shockwaves through me.
"Good. Fucking. Girl."
His moans grow louder. Mine do too.
He roars my name and I crash over the edge.
I come hard, seeing stars as he spills down my throat.
When he pulls out, I go to stand, but my legs buckle. He catches me and carries me to the couch.
"You good, baby?"
He strokes my cheek.
"Yeah. Really good," I croak.
"That was mind-blowing, trouble. So fucking good. The way I could feel you moaning around my cock? Spectacular."
I glow at his praise.
"Thank you. I tried."
He smiles, cheeky.
"I needed that." I tell him.
"An orgasm?"
He lifts my chin and I nod.
"It’s been a long, long, very long time."
I pause.
"Well, I can give them to myself easily. But a man? Years. You broke my brokenness."
His brows knit. He grabs my face.
"Don’t ever say you’re broken again. You, trouble, were never the problem. You felt how hard I just came down your throat, right?"
I giggle.
"Yes. I felt a lot in my throat, Conan."
"Say it for me. I am not broken, I just have poor choices in men who don’t know how to pleasure a woman. I was never the problem. I’m hot as fuck."
"I really have to say the last bit?"
He nods.
"Yeah. Say the whole thing, and I’ll give you another orgasm. I’ll make you come so hard you pass out. Now say it."
I swallow and meet his eyes.
"I am not broken, I just have poor choices in men who don’t know how to pleasure a woman. I was never the problem. I’m hot as fuck."
"Such a good girl."
He kisses me, and my heart races.
"Do I get my prize now?"
A buzzing sound cuts through the air.
Then again.
"Let me get that first," I whisper.
I dart to my clothes and dig out my phone.
Dr. Quinn.
"It’s your brother."
Conan shifts on the couch. "Answer it. I’ll keep quiet."
I pick up.
"Dr. Quinn, everything okay?"
"Could you make it in for a shift? Four hours max. I’ll meet you there to oversee. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency. We’ve had staff off sick. We need all hands. I’ll pay you double."
Sadness creeps in. I glance at Conan, casually lounging, bare and breathtaking.
But I need the cash.
I almost fell behind last month. Lily had to bail me out.
"Yeah. Give me twenty minutes."
He must hear the disappointment in my voice.
"Is Conan with you?"
I hesitate. "Yes."
"I’ll send someone to collect him. Ten minutes. I’ll see you in my office in thirty."
"Okay."
"Thanks, Hallie."
Click.
I toss the phone on the counter.
Conan’s already on his feet.
"Fun’s over. I gotta work."
He growls.
"My brother ruining our night?"
I nod. "Not his fault. Emergencies. Understaffed. Nature of the job."
Conan grabs my hips and backs me into the counter.
"You have someone picking you up in ten minutes."
"Ten minutes is plenty. I want another taste to keep me going until next time."
My eyes fly up.
"Next time?"
"You promised me a whole night..."
"A one-night stand means one night, wherever it gets cut off, beastie."
I tap his chest. He grabs my hands.
"I don’t follow rules, trouble."
He leans in and runs his tongue along my neck.
"Now, you owe me. No take backs."
He kisses my jaw. Then devours my mouth.
Deep. Hard. Intoxicating.
I moan against him, melting. At least I got to experience this once. It’s like I’m alive again.
"I’ll see you soon, beautiful."
He backs away.
I’m clinging to the counter, breathless.
"Maybe," I mutter.
It’s complicated. I work too much. This was a moment. A wild, beautiful night. But maybe that’s all it should be.
He grabs his clothes and yanks them on.
"Quickly put something on your neck, baby. I’ve left a mark. Something to remember me by."
I press my fingers to my throat, watching him go.
At the door, he looks back.
"Look after yourself, trouble. You know how to reach me."
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