Her Older Sheikh (Sheikh Breaks My Heart #9)

Nineteen

" L ights off."

I jump in surprise when I hear Dr. Somebody murmur the words out of the blue, and my heart starts to hammer as all of the lights in the room go out in a blink.

"Blinds close."

Floor-to-ceiling blinds start moving as commanded, and darkness swallows us whole as soon as they cover the balcony doors and every window in the room.

I can't see a thing, I have no idea what's happening, and I'm this close to freaking out...until I feel Dr. Somebody gently reach for the ear hoops of my mask.

Oh, so that's why.

A shaken gasp escapes me as he gets rid of my mask, and my whole body trembles as the bed dips under his weight. Hands clasp my shoulders, and I can barely breathe when I feel his muscled thigh pressing against mine.

He guides me into facing him before releasing me from his hold. I can feel him watching me in the dark, and I find myself slowly reaching for him until I'm tracing the curve of his lips for the very first time.

Oh.

They feel soft.

Firm.

And just so, so seductive that I can't help but inch close as I cup his face with both of my hands—-

Oh God, am I really going to do this?

—-before covering his mouth with mine.

Yes, I am, and I already did.

I, Leah Raptis, have officially made the first move in kissing him.

I never thought I'd be the type to kiss a guy first, but I just can't seem to help it, and... aaaaaaaah.

He's finally kissing me back, and words like hot, rough, and deep don't even cover it.

My hands fall away as he grips my hair and yanks my head back.

God, he's so forceful—-

His tongue thrusts deep inside of my mouth.

And I love it.

My arms wrap around his neck as his tongue stabs my mouth again and again and again.

His hands clasp my waist as his tongue strokes against mine, and all I can do is gasp a moment later when he scoops me off the bed without breaking our kiss.

"Ah!"

But my startled cry against his lips only makes him chuckle, and the next thing I know I'm already straddling his lap while his long, hard cock pulses and throbs between the drenched folds of my pussy.

His grip on my hair gentles as his mouth eases off mine.

"Take off your gown."

His voice is thick with lust, his accent more prominent than ever, and the sound makes me

shudder anew in a mixture of need and fear.

My fingers tremble as I reach for the hem of my hospital gown, and just as I've pulled it over my head and toss it away, his hands cup my bare tits all of a sudden, and all I can do is gasp as he squeezes them hard.

"Just checking if you're done," he says oh-so-politely I'm almost tempted to laugh.

Yeah right.

He pinches my nipples before letting go, and I bite down hard on my lower lip so I don't accidentally beg him to do it again.

"Are you ready for your treatment, Temptation?"

I know what he's asking for, obviously, and a part of me feels I should tell him to put a stop to this, just because it's the "decent" and "normal" thing to do.

But then I think about how this is also the man I love, the man who doesn't even know how much he's helped me chase away my demons—-

I don't care whether this is right or wrong.

I love this fantasy of ours, and so I hear myself whisper throatily, "Yes, Doctor."

The words work like a charm, and the way he sucks his breath makes me feel lightheaded when a feminine thrill of power rushes through my body.

We may have never spoken of love, but there are moments when a woman simply knows with absolute certainty that her man wants him, and it's this knowledge that gives me all the confidence in the world to bend close and beg straight into his ear—-

"Please treat me, Doctor."

"Fuck." He groans the word out, and the sound makes me bite back a smile.

"You must be very sure of this," he warns hoarsely.

"I am, Doctor."

"Then..."

God, oh God, here it comes.

"Lift your hips up."

My breasts swell and ache at the command, and I have a hard time breathing again as I lift my hips up like he's asked.

"Now lower yourself slowly on my...instrument."

I would've laughed if I wasn't so nervous of what he's asking of me.

"I'm scared," I choke out, and it's the truth.

"I know you are, but this is all part of the treatment." He purrs the words out, and just like that, the dynamics between us have shifted again, and I'm the one under his power. "The only way we can continue is if you impale yourself on my instrument."

And he just had to use the word, didn't he?

I'm now a thousand times more terrified because of it, but I'm also a thousand times hornier, and so when I hear him say in a voice of quiet command—-

"Do it now, Temptation."

All I can do is whimper as I obey him.

My whole body shakes as I slowly impale myself on his instrument, and oh God, oh God, I can feel the folds of my pussy stretching open as the head of his cock kisses my entrance.

God, he feels too, too big, and I love it!

I push myself down steadily, impaling myself as he's ordered, and oh God, oh God, he feels so incredibly big that I have a feeling he's about to rip my pussy apart.

"You're too big, Doctor!"

"I know," he purrs back, and all I can do is choke back a laugh...since I'm still in the process of impalement, and I'm starting to wonder just how long he is and how long this will take.

Darkness has made time impossible to track, and I'm not sure if it's good or bad that it feels like I've been lowering myself on his cock since forever.

Does this mean he really is thirteen inches long?

The thought makes me dig my nails deep into his back, but this only makes him chuckle in the dark.

"What's wrong, Temptation?"

"It doesn't feel like this is ever going to end," I whimper. I can feel his cock throbbing against my inner walls, but I can also sense that not everything of him is inside of me yet.

"Would you like me to help you?"

"Please, Doc—— oh God!"

I haven't even stopped speaking when he pulls me all the way down...but somehow manages to stop just as his cock reaches my hymen.

"Your turn," he croons.

Oh God, seriously?

It's like asking someone to take the final killing blow that would end themselves.

But when seconds pass, and he remains absolutely still—-

God, oh God.

I take a deep breath and just... do it.

Oh God, it hurts.

A sob rushes out of my throat as his cock surges all the way inside of me, and I hear him hiss just as his hands around my waist tighten.

"The treatment has begun."

I can't help laughing this time, and I can also feel him smiling in the dark.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts like—-" I almost say 'hell' when I remember that I, too, have a role to play. "—- heck. "

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Really?

"But I'm afraid I'll need to get the, er, instrument moving—-"

Knew it.

"—-as time is still of the essence."

Does that mean he's going to start moving right now?

"Wait, Doc—-"

Oh God, he's already lifting me off his cock, I mean instrument, and panic flares inside of me. It really does still hurt like hell, and won't it hurt even more if he starts moving now?

" Wait, please —-"

But it's already too late.

He's already pulling me back down, and all I can do is moan because yes, oh God yes, the treatment has begun, and while the pain still makes me faint, there's also pleasure swelling from his every thrust, and God, oh God—-

Who knew doctors could fuck so, so unbelievably good like this?

Or maybe I should've expected this, since no one knows the human body better than doctors do?

Oh God, I really don't know, and honestly, I really don't care either.

All I know right now is that the way he's fucking me with his cock, which really does feel like thirteen freaking inches long, is making me feel impossibly delirious, and with only just a couple of thrusts he already has me clawing his back and riding his "instrument" like a cowgirl while I chant his two favorite words over and over and over.

"Yes, Doctor, yes, yes, oh God, yes, Doctor!"

I hear him groan just before he completely takes over, and my head starts to spin as he has me bouncing up and down harder and faster on his rigid member.

A part of me is still reeling from the fact that it's just my first time, and we're already fucking so wildly like this.

If this is how he is with a virgin, then how much rougher can he get once—-

RIIIIIIIIIIING.

Did I just imagine that?

RIIIIIIIIIIING.

Doctor Somebody groans. "Fuck, that's my work phone. I need to answer it."

Seriously?

But he's already pulling out of me, and I can only bite back a cry of protest as he removes me from his lap before getting back to his feet.

I want him so, so bad, it takes everything not to writhe and moan as I watch him retrieve his phone from the bedside drawer.

Hurry, please, please—-

He walks back to me with his phone in hand, and before I can figure out what he's doing—-

Aaah!

I fall flat on my back as he yanks me to the edge of the bed, and his cock surges back into my sobbing pussy.

"Oh my Go—-"

A hand clamps over my mouth just as he starts thrusting in and out of me.

"Don't make any noise," Dr. Somebody warns, "and keep still."

What?

I hear him answer his call just as he frees my mouth. "What is it?"

Oh God, I can't do this.

"Subacute subdural hematoma, isn't it?"

I can't, I just can't.

If he wants me to stay still and not make any noise, then he shouldn't have talked shop in my hearing.

"And what did they say when you mentioned craniotomy?"

Well, that does it then.

My hips starts moving on its own, and I can't help pulling him down so I can rub my breasts against his chest.

Aaaaah.

It feels unbelievably good when my nipples scrape against his muscles, and my legs wrap around his waist as I start grinding my pussy against his cock.

"Fuck."

I have to hurriedly swallow my laughter when I hear him drop an F-bomb.

"Sorry," he grates out to whoever it is on the other end of the phone. "I'm just—-" He breaks off again when he feels me squeeze his cock with my inner muscles. "Give me fifteen minutes," he says tightly, "and I'll call you back."

A laugh escapes me as I hear his phone fall on the floor with a thud, but my laughter quickly turns into a moan when he slams back into me.

Hard.

"Did I not tell you to keep still," he growls down at me, "and not make a sound?"

"I tried, Doctor," I whimper out, "but it was impossible. I want you too much—-"

"Fuck!"

I don't even have time to draw my next breath.

He's pounding into me like a beast in heat in the next second, and all I can do is sob and meet every forceful pump of his hips as I cry his favorite words out over and over.

"Yes, Doctor, yes, yes, yes!"

He rams into me again and again, and the sexy low grunts he makes ony has my pussy throbbing and aching more than ever.

I love, love every sound he makes, just love everything he does, and oh God, oh God—-

I love him.

I really do, even when I have yet to see his face, and even when I still have no idea what his name is.

I love you, Doctor.

And it's this thought that has my pussy tightening one last time, and when this makes him groan and pull out—-

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

My toes are already curling hard in expectation, and when he finally pounds back into me, he hits my G-spot just right—-

"Doctor!"

"Are you ready for your fucking shot, Temptation?"

I laugh and cry out at the same time.

Did he seriously say that?

But with his cock ramming my G-spot again and again, all I can do is cling to him as my world starts to spiral, and oh God, oh God, oh God—-

"Dooooooctooooooooor."

I hear him groan right after me, and then the two of us are cumming at the same time, and his cock shooting his seed inside my pussy so many times that I eventually lose count as my consciousness starts to fade.