At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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We instantly get lost in a haze of kisses, hair and skin.
James's citrusy scent engulfs me as I roll my hips against him. He caresses my breast, nipping at my neck and the flesh above my clavicle.
"Do we need protection?" He asks, while moving my panties down my legs, slipping a finger inside me. I moan and he watches intently as I shake my head.
"I'm safe. I'm on birth control. Are you—"
"I'm good." He pants. "I'm safe."
I'm blinded by desire. I should know better and be more responsible, but fuck me. I've never wanted anyone or anything as badly as I want James. He bites his lip as he looks at me through a hooded gaze, nostrils flared and nothing but mad lust and desire in his eyes.
So... I nod and James shifts my body as my legs wrap around him, my feet anchoring themselves around his thighs. He holds my hand overhead, looking at me with burning intensity as he guides himself into me, slowly and strongly.
His loud groan matches my surprise at the sensation of him stretching and filling me up. The pleasurable discomfort ripples through my core and a notable whimper escapes my lips, making James stop instantly.
"You alright?" He looks at me earnestly, and I nod, gripping onto his arm and slowly moving my hips against his, signaling him to do the same. "Fuck, you feel better than I imagined!" He confesses, almost to himself.
I smile and huff breathlessly, before kissing him feverishly as I start to relax, allowing my body to adjust to his presence. Our bodies move instinctively together, listening to the other's cues, giving into each other's desires.
I moan softly into his ear, yet I'm uncertain if I can satisfy him. Thoughts of his reputation and previous trysts filter into my mind but I brush them aside.
It's game time, and I've never really struggled with BMT.
James grips onto our hands over head, while massaging my breasts as he rides out our mutual pleasure.
"Damn, this fucking body of yours, Ava," he groans, as I rock my hips and tighten my walls with each reciprocated thrust from James, making him groan louder than expected. I cover his mouth and we laugh, as he nips at my hand.
"Sssh!!!" I giggle. "You're louder than I am."
"Then I'm not fucking you hard enough," he growls, as I let out a yelp, while he lifts my leg onto his shoulder, a look of utter mania and desire glinting away in his eyes.
