Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Three

He grabs my legs, lifting me effortlessly as if I weigh nothing, and pushes me onto my back over the buoy. The wet surface shifts slightly beneath me, unstable, but he holds me steady, his grip firm and commanding. My thighs are forced apart, my heels digging into the stone.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice dripping with lust and something darker, something dangerous. “So fucking pretty like this, spread out for me. I bet you’d let anyone see you like this, wouldn’t you? Just to feel this full.”

The words sear into me, hot and humiliating, but they make my body burn in ways I can’t explain. My hands clutch the sides of the buoy, desperate for balance as his gaze pins me in place, his eyes raking over me like I’m something to devour.

The tip of his cock brushes against me, teasing, and my breath catches in my throat. He doesn’t ease in. There’s no softness. He thrusts into me with one powerful motion, stretching me so wide it feels like I’m splitting apart. A cry rips from my throat, broken and raw, the sheer intensity of him stealing the air from my lungs.

“That’s it,” he bites out, his hands gripping my thighs tighter, his thumbs digging into my skin. “Take it. Take every fucking inch. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be used, to be filled until you can’t think about anything else?”

I’m gasping, shaking, my nails scraping against the slippery surface as he sets a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping forward again and again. The buoy rocks beneath us, unstable, but he doesn’t let up. Every thrust feels deeper, harder, as if he’s intent on claiming every part of me.

“Goddamn,” he snarls, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking tight. Your body’s squeezing me like it doesn’t want to let go. Do you even realize how good you feel, Ramona? How perfect you are like this?”

The mix of praise and degradation makes my head spin, my body trembling with the effort of holding on. My legs shake in his grip, and I can’t stop the way my hips lift to meet every punishing thrust, chasing the unbearable pleasure building inside me.

“Who imagined my Raven would be so ravenous,” he gleams, his tone cutting but laced with heat. “Always wanting more. Do you think you deserve this? Huh? Do you think you deserve the way I’m wrecking you right now?”