Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One

Frost stays that way for several moments, completely static save for his rogue cock involuntarily twitching inside me. He exhales harshly a few times, the calmness in his breathing momentarily displaced, punctuated by a low groan. I can barely even hear it over the insane ringing in my ears; the byproduct of a waterfall of blood violently splashing through every inch of my body.

I breathe in his scent, cool, musky cologne over newly-formed sweat, taking it all the way into my lungs as I struggle for air.

Without warning, he starts to move again, exhaling long and deep against my temple as he does. He pulls back, unapologetically dragging his cock through me as he retreats.

It feels…indescribable. Overbearingly vivid. Just too fucking much.