Doctor Kim

Chapter 29

I put my hands on Minji's knees, pushing up to stand. She was seated in the chair as I towered over her, but there was no doubt who was in charge. Her gaze shifted to her lap, then drifted back up to meet my eyes, wordlessly ordering me to climb onto her.

My chest was tight. My heart rate kicked into high gear.

"Slowly," she reminded as I draped a leg over her lap, straddling her. She wasn't touching me, but was I allowed to touch her? I reached behind her head, gripping the chair back as I used my other hand to position her right at my entrance. I teased the tip of her cock against my damp skin, rolling the head of her over my swollen clit.

I wasn't in command, but I felt so fucking powerful like this.

Her eyes darkened until they were black holes. Did she know I was completely under her spell? I could show her. I began to lower down, one crucial inch at a time. I balanced on the balls of my feet, my thighs quaking as I slid onto her.

Our pleasure-soaked moans mingled together.

As I impaled myself all the way down to her base, I furiously gripped the back of the chair with both hands, my forearms pressed to her suit-covered chest. I gasped at the sensation of her inside me. Hard, and throbbing, and statue still.

"That's it," she murmured. "Slow."

It was in direct conflict with the voice in my head that demanded fast and brutal. I was shaking with need. It pounded incessantly through my body. The primal urge to find satisfaction was almost overpowering.

When I was fully seated on her, we both drew in a deep breath. I stared at her, desperate for her next command.

"Can you come like this?" I couldn't tell if she said it out loud, or if it was a seductive voice I dreamed up. "From just the feel of me inside you?"

I let out a shuddering breath. It felt like heaven. Was it enough to get me there?

The ghost of a smirk played over Minji's lips. "I could. You feel how hard I am?"

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. She jerked inside me, and my body answered back, clenching on her.

"Yes." She brought her lips toward mine, lingering only a breath away. "Just like that." When I tried to close the gap between us, she turned her head away. "Could you come like this, without even moving? When I'm so deep inside you?"

The whine that escaped my lips sounded dire. As hot as the idea was, I didn't want that. I craved passionate, exhausting fucking, the kind where our sweaty skin stuck together and I had to hold back screams.

But Minji just sat there, her hands tucked beneath her, gazing at me expectantly. Waiting for me to take the lead. Another cry burst from my lips, a wordless plea.

"No?" she asked. "Then, fuck me. Touch yourself how you'd want me to do it."

I leaned forward, pushing my heels into the rug, lifted off her, then drove my body down. One powerful thrust, and I was addicted. I repeated the action, again and again, ramming myself down on her. My thighs burned with the exertion. My hands ached from their clench on the chair back. Sweat dampened the temples of my hair as I rode her, my breasts bouncing with the force of it.

"That's right." Her voice dripped with encouragement. "That's it. Use my cock to get yourself off."

It was like I was on auto-pilot. Or maybe Minji was in the captain's seat, driving me toward the finish line. I took one hand off the chair and wrapped it around my breast, squeezing like I wished she'd do if she were touching me. I smoothed it down, panting and gasping, moans rolling from my throat as my palm coursed down my ribcage, diving toward the spot where our bodies were joined.