Doctor Hero by Madison Faye
Chapter Eight
Ada
Jackson’sdark matte-black Mustang roared through the streets of New York, making my heart thunder in my chest as the city blurred past us. Though, the car was only part of the reason for the thrill and adrenaline blazing through me. The other part was him, and the things we’d just done, and the promise of what was about to happen.
Also, the thrill that under my loose top and yoga pants that I’d put back on, I was bare. He’d plucked my panties from my hands when I’d tried to pull them back on and stuffed them into his pocket.
“These are mine now,” he’d growled.
The yoga pants were thin, and the car rumbled fiercely as we drove, sending naughty little tremors through my core as the seat beneath me throbbed against my bare little slit and aching clit.
Jackson turned to me, his face hard and full of raw lust.
“Take them off,” he growled.
“What?”
“Take off your yoga pants, angel. I can’t wait until we get home, I have to see you.”
I panted, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.
“Here? In the car?”
“Show me how wet that pussy is,” he purred, his eyes flashing fire. “Show me how ready that little pink cunt is for me.”
I whimpered, the thrill of his fierce words thundering through me.
And slowly, I nodded.
I turned towards him in my seat, my hands sliding to the elastic waist of the skin-tight pants. My thumbs hooked inside, and slowly, I started to peel them down as my pulse raced and the dirty girl inside of me roared to life.
“Like this, Doctor?” I cooed.
I grinned, watching the lust blaze across his face and the way his hands tightened to a white-knuckle grip on the wheel.
“Fuck, Ada,” he growled.
“Something wrong, Doctor Brody?” I purred in my sweetest most innocent voice. “I mean, you are a doctor and all, and I was hoping you could take a look at my little pussy and tell me what’s wrong?”
He growled fiercely, his jaw clenched tight.
“And what’s wrong with it, sweetness?”
“It’s so wet,” I gasped. I pulled the pants lower, showing him almost all of my slick, dripping pussy.
“More,” Jackson growled, his eyes darting between the road and me. “Show me more.”
I whimpered as I pushed the pants all the way down over my hips, sliding them down my legs to my knees. I pulled my legs up, spreading them as wide as I could with the stretchy material of the yoga pants binding my knees and letting him see my pink, slippery pussy.
“Like this, Doctor?” I panted.
Jackson groaned. “Touch yourself, angel. Play with that little pussy for me.”
I whimpered, my hand pushing between my legs until my fingers slid through my sticky, hot lips. I felt so naughty, and so on fire for this man. This was nothing I’d have ever done, but here with him, it was everything I wanted to do. I wanted to be bad for him, and show him how naughty I could be, because he brought it out in me.
“Like this?” I gasped as I started to roll my clit under my fingers. The pleasure spiked through me, making me moan loudly as I played with my clit. Jackson growled, and one of his hands left the wheel to reach for me.
“Mmm,” he growled, making me shiver. “So fucking wet for me, you bad little girl. Does your pussy always get so sticky and needy for much older men? For your doctor?”
I cried out as two of his fingers pushed deep and curled inside.
“Just for you!” I gasped, throwing my head back and rubbing my clit faster.
“Rub that bad girl clit for me, angel,” he growled. “Rub that little clit and make this pussy come on my fingers.”
“You want me to come for you, doctor?”
He turned, his eyes flashing fire at me as I felt myself start to tumble.
“I want this tight little cunt to coat my fingers in your cream so I can lick them clean. I want you to come for me, because I want you nice and wet and ready. Because when we get home, I’m going to spread those pretty thighs wide and slide every single inch of my cock deep inside.”
I cried out, teetering on the edge as my fingers blurred over my clit and his pumped in and out of my tight, clenching pussy.
“Come for me, angel,” Jackson growled out. “Come for me, love.”
Oh fuck.
My moans exploded through the roaring Mustang as the orgasm shattered through me. I screamed, clutching at his wrist and holding his fingers deep inside of me as the climax tumbled through my body and sent me reeling.
I was barely aware of us pulling into the underground parking lot and the car turning off. I was still panting and tingling all over when Jackson pulled the door open, wrapped me in a blanket, and carried me to the elevator — a private one — that would take us to us penthouse.
The doors had barely closed when he was searing his lips to mine and pressing me against the wall of the elevator. I could feel his big cock throbbing against my trembling slit as his powerful hands gripped my ass tight.
“Are you ready, sweetness?” he purred into my ear, making me shiver.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Then let me show you everything.”
