Damn it. Fuck fuck fuck.

I turn on the lights in my huge, spotless bachelor pad. I think about the usually comforting facts that I’m done with work and back home where I can relax, but those thoughts aren’t enough to quell my frustration.

I can’t believe I just “finger banged”— as she called it — Elizabeth Jane Suttell. My patient. And not just any patient, but one with a crazy mother to boot.

My business— or my stake in it, anyway— is hanging by a thread right now and I had to go pull Elizabeth Jane’s panties to the side so I could touch her sweet little pussy. But damn, it was so worth it. I know I’d probably do it again if given the chance. I hope I am given another chance to see and touch that tight virgin pussy of hers. I already booked her a follow up appointment for tomorrow.

After the exam, her mother was so happy to hear that the exam has gone well so far. I told her I would need several follow up appointments, especially if I’m to examine her mental state as well as her physical one. That kook believed every word of it— but then again, she’s the same one who thought that as a general practice doctor I’d be able to examine her daughter’s mental condition. I told Shirley that I needed to establish rapport and trust and continue moving forward slowly before I could tell if Elizabeth Jane’s thoughts were truly pure.

But really I want to slowly slide my big cock into that fresh little cunt of hers. It was dripping wet for me. I know her thoughts are in fact so filthy I could never bang them out of her no matter how hard I tried, and I would never want to. She wants me to take her virginity so fucking bad. I could tell by the way she looked at me. By the way she sucked on my fingers and pretended they were my big cock.

Fuck.

This fucking girl. She drives me out of my mind. There’s something about her that already makes me feel so damn different than I feel around any other chic. Usually I just want to bang them. Wanted to bang them. I was already getting tired of them before Elizabeth Jane walked back into my office. They’re too much drama, and if I get one like Maria, they’re dangerous enough to ruin everything I’ve built.

But I feel differently about ElI don’t just want to bang her. I want to claim her, own her, possess her. Make her squeeze her pussy around my cock and call out my name and tell me I can do what I want with her for as long as I want.

I was about to give up on sex since it only leads to trouble for me. The last thing I need right now is this.

But I can’t handle it. I try to ignore it but my thoughts of her only get stronger, taking over my mind like I want to take over her untouched body for her very first time.

I jump into the shower thinking that the cold water will calm down my forbidden thoughts. Instead, I can’t help but grab my cock and think of her sucking on it the way that she sucked on my fingers. I want to put it inside her the way my fingers were.

I want to fill her up and fuck her little pussy until she’s so sore she’s begging me to stop. But then she’ll beg me for more because she just can’t get enough.

I stroke myself up and down and then hold onto my balls while I feel the familiar sensation rushing through them. I come much sooner than I normally do, and all over the tub, wishing I could be with her instead of alone with only my thoughts of what I want to do to her.

Holy shit.

Doing what I want to do to her— with her— would be the downfall of us both. Her mother is clearly crazy and who knows what she would do to her if she were to find out. And my business partners are already chomping at the bit to toss me on my ass if I do one more thing to risk losing my business.

But those curvy hips of hers. That amazing ass.

The minute I heard Trisha utter her name, I knew I was in trouble. The moment I saw her sitting in my office— waiting for me as if she knew exactly what I want to do to her and was anxious to let me do it— I knew I’d risk it all for her.

I’m a man with a high risk tolerance after all. There’s no reward without risk. What’s the point of living without risk, without rewards? And the reward I want is to take Elizabeth Jane as my own, blow her mind while I pop her cherry.

That entails a very high risk, but I just know it will be worth it.

I’m going to see her tomorrow and I know exactly what I’m going to do.

Make her mine. Just once. That’s it, I tell myself.

I’ll claim her for only once— for her very first time.

No matter the price I have to pay.