Doctor Hero by Madison Faye

Chapter Ten

Ada

Oh my God…

I cried out, gasping in pleasure as his thick, gorgeous cock slid deep inside of me. I could feel how sticky and wet we were — slick from my desire and all of his cum that was still deep against my womb. His powerful hands gripped my ass firmly, fingers digging into my skin as he slid me up his thick shaft. He teased me there, with just his swollen head inside of me and some of his thick cum leaking down his throbbing shaft before he plunged back inside, sliding easily through the mess we’d made as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me.

Jackson growled into my neck, his huge, muscled body completely enveloping my much smaller frame. I felt like I was wrapped up in him, completely surrounded and protected by this perfect, beautiful, dominant man who’d stolen both my heart and my virginity — the latter had just happened, but the first?

Well, he’d stolen my heart the day I met him.

I kissed him hungrily, feeling sexier and more alive than I’d ever felt before. I gripped his broad, muscled shoulders and raised up, feeling his thick shaft stretch me so tight before I rocked my hips back down and took every inch of him. My fingers raked across his skin, clinging to his muscles and loving the way they rippled under his inked skin.

“Ride my cock, angel,” he growled into my ear, his hands gripping me tight as his big dick swelled up even bigger inside of me. I whimpered, bucking my hips faster as I bounced up and down on him. His hand slid to my belly, holding his palm to me as he thrust his huge cock deep inside.

“Ride my cock and milk all that cum from my balls. I want to feel you filled to the brim with it. I want your womb to gobble all of it up until this belly swells with a baby.”

I screamed in pleasure, bouncing faster and faster up and down his thick shaft and feeling his swollen head grind deep inside. My clit dragged across his shaft on every thrust, sending my body into orbit as the ecstasy rolled through me. But it was his words that were going to do it, and I knew it. It was the way he growled those filthy things in my ear, and how he told me exactly what to do.

…It was him telling me how much he wanted to have a baby with me — to knock me up, and to feel me get bigger with the life we created inside of me — that finally pushed me to the edge.

I’d thought of kids before, of course, but it always seemed like one of those unattainable things where everyone around me would tell me to “wait until you’re older.” Except, when I thought of kids, I thought of them in the now, not the later. But with my future so planned for me, any time it’d come to my mind, I’d quickly pushed it away.

…Until Jackson. Until this powerful, incredible, protective, loving man made me his, and told me just how much he wanted to make a mother of me. And that’s when I knew how real this was. This wasn’t just a hot fling — or even an extended “hot fling.” This was for keeps. This was forever.

This was love.

I crushed my lips to his, clawing at his skin and driving down onto his thick cock again and again as I started to go under.

“Fill me up,” I gasped into his lips. “Empty your cum inside of me, and put a baby in me. I want it, with you. I want it so badly.”

“Then be a good girl for me, Ada,” Jackson groaned into my mouth. “Be a good girl and come, and if you say pretty please, I’ll give you every drop of my hot cum.”

And like a bomb going off, I went crashing over the edge. I screamed into his mouth, bouncing up and down every inch of his huge, swollen dick as the orgasm shattered through me.

“Come in me!” I moaned, driving my hips against his and feeling the wave crash over me again and again. “Come in me!”

“Say please, angel,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his muscles rippling and his hands tightening on my body.

“Please give me your cum, Jackson!”

With a roar, he pulled me so tight to his big, muscled body, and let go. He buried his face in my neck, bellowing into my skin as he drove his cock so deep inside of me. I cried out, feeling him swell up as big as he could be before I felt it. I felt the hot, thick, sticky jets of his potent cum splashing inside of me — pump after pump after pump filling me up to the brim.

He hugged me tightly, pushing himself deep inside as his balls twitched against my ass and his swollen cock spurted again and again inside of me. Until slowly, we came to a stop.

Jackson kissed me fiercely, lifting me up and then pushing me onto my back in the big, comfy bed. His cock stayed firmly inside of me. He settled between my legs, kissing me tenderly and stroking my skin until I was sure I’d gone to heaven.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “You’re fucking perfect, Ada.”

He kissed me slowly, tasting my lips gently before he started to pull away from between my legs. His hard, slick cock slipped free, but as he rolled next to me, he turned me onto my side, pulled me tight against his hard, grooved body, and slid his hand between my thighs. He cupped my tender, still-tingling pussy, his warm, powerful hand covering me and sending shivers through me as he pulled me against him.

“Keep it inside, angel,” he purred into my ear, stroking my side with his other hand as he planted kisses across my shoulders and the back of my neck.

And slowly, exhaustedly, I fell right asleep against him like that, and when I dreamt, they were the best dreams I’d ever had.

The bed was warm,but empty when I woke up the next morning. I frowned, before suddenly everything about last night came rushing back in this amazing, heated rush. I gasped quietly, remembering the feel of his mouth and hands on me, or the way he’d felt sliding inside of me for the very first time. I moaned, squeezing my thighs together and feeling the delicious soreness there as I remembered how he’d claimed me, and how he’d put his cum so deep inside of me.

I remembered everything we’d said, and slowly, my hands crept over my bare skin to cup my soft, flat belly.

…And I wondered if it’d happened yet.

I closed my eyes, and tried to center myself, as if I might feel the heat growing inside. I couldn’t tell, obviously, but thinking it, and feeling the love and the glow creep over me had my heart jumping and my whole body buzzing. I wanted it to take, and I wanted to feel life that he and I had created grow inside of me. And, if it wasn’t this time…

I grinned, blushing.

Well, they do say practice makes perfect, right?

I called Jackson’s name, but there was no response. I frowned, but when I turned over in the big bed, my brows shot up. There, on the bedside table, was a dozen white roses and a simple, handwritten note.

Morning, angel. I’m getting us coffee — it appears I’m out.

Love,

J

I read the note twice, and a third time, and then a fourth, before I finally just concentrated on that last part.

Love.

I closed my eyes, hugging the note to my chest and feeling the feeling I’d never really experienced before blaze through me. Because I loved this man — totally and completely. I’d gone from lusting over him, and moaning into my pillow at night as he became the subject of filthy fantasies, to sharing his bed, and our hearts. I’d given him my body, yes, but he’d given me his heart in return.

And I was never going to let go of it.

Still grinning like a complete idiot, I slipped from his bed and padded across the bedroom floor. I pulled a big dress shirt of his from the walk-in closet, half-buttoning it as I poked my way through his enormous, gorgeous penthouse.

In the kitchen, I made myself tea. I grinned, realizing that there was still so many things about each other we didn’t know yet — like, for instance, that I preferred tea to coffee. I giggled to myself, thinking of how sweet it was that he’d gone out for coffee without even knowing that.

When the water was poured, I took a steamy sip, letting the caffeine slowly seep into me as I walked across his living room to the big balcony through the sliding glass doors. I stepped out, taking a deep breath of the morning city air as my gaze dragged across the rooftops of New York.

A car horn pulled my attention down, and when I saw him down there on the sidewalk so many stories below, my heart started to beat faster, and the smile started to creep across my face.

…Before suddenly, like it’d taken a blow from a knife, it started to sink, and ache.

The woman had dark, almost black hair, pulled back tightly. She wore a smart, white blouse, a trim pencil skirt, and I honestly didn’t care what else, because it wasn’t her fucking hair, or her wardrobe I was looking at.

…It was the fact that she was holding hands with Jackson.

The green, envious rage blazed inside of me — jealousy like I never knew I could even experience exploding though my body. I forced myself to take deep breaths, and tried to make myself think of everything it could be that I was seeing. Maybe she was a friend, or another doctor, or even a—”

The woman wrapped her arms around Jackson, pulled herself into him, and right before my eyes, kissed his cheek.

…And he hugged her right back.

The green rage turned into something worse, and slowly, I could feel something inside my chest break. And suddenly, I knew I’d been an idiot for ever thinking it’d been real. When I thought about it, it was so obvious — the young, naive girl with the crush, and the gorgeous, perfect doctor, ready to swoop in. Of course there was another — or many other girls.

It’d all been a pretty little lie, and I’d swallowed the whole thing.

Fighting back tears, I turned and fled into his penthouse to grab my clothes and make myself disappear.