Doctor for the mafia (Book 1 of 'Doctor' duology)

Four

We got in the room, and he closed the door behind him, I didn't bother in getting to know who he was or anything, I had one goal and that was given and received pleasure.

Usually, I would talk to the guy, get some drinks, at least know his name and age, where he's from and stuff like that, I would try to get some kind of read on him and see if he would kill me or ask me to marry him in the next morning.

But not tonight.

The read I got was, he was hot and horny, the rest of it, fuck it. I wouldn't cuddle with him after and fall asleep, and I wouldn't stay until the next morning. So he couldn't kill me in my sleep or propose, he wouldn't have the time.

I shoved him against the door and attacked his mouth, I wanted dirty, rough sex. The best kind of sex, if you ask me.

His hands started roaming my body until they went to the hem of my dress, and he pulled it up, over my head, and threw it on the floor. My hands went to the buttons of his shirt and I started opening them. I almost lost my patience with them, but I couldn't just rip it open, after all, I couldn't send the guy home naked.

Or could I?

He started walking, and I followed walking backward until my legs hit the bed, I had only my heels and a see-through red lace thong, his shirt was off, my hands went to his chest, just like I thought it would be, hard as a rock, his abs on full display for me.

He was delicious with his tan skin.

Tattoos.

And scars.

Scars are sexy as fuck.

His hands went to my shoulders, and he pushed me down, not gently, but it didn't hurt and I didn't mind as I said.

Dirty and rough.

He just stayed there, his eyes roaming my body, his eyes darkened, he bit his bottom lip, I was so wet and ready that my pussy was hurting with need.

"Are you going to fuck me or just stand there?" I asked, but he just gave a little shrug as an answer.

I can entertain myself, for a while.

With that thought in mind, I gave him a little smirk, I put my hand on my stomach and slowly and lightly I started going down to the place I needed the most.

I ran my fingers in the hem of my thong and looked at him to see if he was going to move or not, but he only parted a little his legs and put his hands behind his back while looking at my eyes, like he was daring me to continue.

So I did.

My hand went lower and lower until I got to my hot, wet, needy pussy. My flesh was still covered, but barely, he could see what I was doing even with the dimmed light in the room.

He could see my fingers slide through my folds to my dripping hole, he could see my fingers going to my clit, and the way I was rubbing it, but I could also see him, how he swallowed and his adam apple would bob up and down.

How he would change his weight from one foot to the other, and how his muscles would flex in his biceps, probably because he was clenching and unclenching his fists like he was doing to his jaw.

I'm done with this game I want him, if I wanted to pleasure myself I would have done it at home.

I took my finger from my center and brought it to my mouth, licking it clean. Without waiting anymore for him, I sat up, and my hands went to his belt to take it off, the same with his pants and boxers, I went down on my knees with a thud.

I don't like to admit this, but the truth is, I'm desperate for him now.

I saw his dick standing hard, he was big, and if he knew his way around the sheets I knew this would be the best sex of my life.

I want to taste him.

I licked his dick from base to the head and heard him groan, I don't know what game he is playing with all this 'I don't talk or touch' shit, but whatever as long as I get what I want too, I don't mind.

Is this some kind of 'beg for me' game? I may be on my knees right now, but I won't beg, it's not in my nature to do that.

In a fast movement, i shove his dick down my throat all of it, i want to gag but with a couple of deep breaths through my nose, i go deeper and deeper until there's nothing more.

"Fuck." He says this is like the second word he said to me since he came to me on the dance floor.

I start bobbing my head slowly, like really slowly just to tease him a bit, I want some kind of reaction from this guy, and I get what I want when his hand fist my hair, and he started to push my head to the rhythm that he wants.

I look up at him and he's looking down at me with his mouth open and his brows furrowed with pleasure.

What a sight.

I move my left hand to his ass, and my right-hand goes to his balls, and start to massage them. He increased his speed, and I hollow my cheeks sucking hard, until I start to feel his body shaking.

He's almost there.

I applied a little more pressure on his dick with my tongue, I feel him tense, all his muscles go rock hard so once again I let him go all the way down my throat and that's when I feel him twitch and his hot seed going down, I pull out slowly and swallow every drop of it.

He lets go of my hair and got up, his face is —is nothing— I can't see any emotion in him.

And then he started to pull up his pants, and then I realized how stupid I was, how he used me, yeah I know that I said that I was going to use him to forget my problems, but it would be a mutual thing, we would both give and get pleasure, not this.

Without saying anything to him, I grab my dress and put it in, like I said I won't beg, if this is what he wants, that's alright. He starts walking to the door without even a word.

Once again, that's okay. But I have something for him.

"Wait." I call out to him, and he stopped with his hand on the handle. I went to my purse and pulled a small paper and pen.

Quid pro quo.

That was what I wrote and put the small paper in his hand.

"Google it." I said and got out of there, I don't even care if he found his way out or not, now I need to go home and finish the job myself.