Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-One

The force of his entry drives me onto my tiptoes, my back arching as he fills me once more. The smooth stones slick and unstable beneath my feet. The shallow water offers minimal support, and I wobble, my arms instinctively reaching back, grabbing onto his forearms. His skin is slick with a mix of water and sweat, the muscles taut and hard beneath my fingers. He’s a solid, unyielding presence behind me, a wall of heat and muscle.

He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, anchoring me. Then he moves. Hard, fast, each thrust a jolt that shoots straight through me, echoing the slap of our bodies together. My tits jiggle and bob, the cool water a stark contrast to the burning friction between my legs. There’s nowhere else to brace myself, no edge, no grip, just the slick stones and him. I’m completely at his mercy, held up by his grip and the strength in my calves. The lush green plants around us seem to watch, silent witnesses to this raw display of dominance and surrender.

“Fuck…yes…” I gasp, the word ripped from my throat by the sheer force of his possession.

He drives into me again and again, relentless, his grip unwavering. The sound of splashing water mixes with our moans, his grunts low and guttural, mine high-pitched and desperate, filling the humid air of the polytunnel. He uses my arms, pulling me back against him, increasing the angle, the depth. My ass jiggles with each thrust, the sensation both exhilarating and overwhelming. The pleasure builds, a hot, pulsing ache that coils tighter with each thrust.

“You like that, you little slut?” he growls, his voice thick with possessiveness. “My cock inside you? Taking you like this?”

“Oh god…oh god…oh god…” The words are a desperate prayer, a plea, even as every cell in my body screams for more.