I watch as she bites her full lips, large eyes taking me in hungrily. She wants to fuck me so bad it hurts her, I can see it as clear as day. From the moment I saw her tits pressing against the silk blouse and the way her hips swelled out from her waist in that cotton skirt, I knew it. Fuck. I knew I needed to have her. I’d normally give a girl a day or two to come around, but this isn’t just any girl. I don’t know what it is, but she has me floored. I will have her.

“I don’t want to...fuck you right now,” she says. Her words come out dry, passionless. “I could lose my job.”

A predatory smirk crosses my face. “And if I wasn’t your patient?” My hand is still on her wrist, the callouses of my palm feeling rough against her soft, milky skin.

“That’s irrelevant, because you are my patient. Besides, it’s still unethical for me to be with anyone who has ever been a patient of mine.”

“So you’re considering it?”

She averts her eyes. “I was just informing you…”

“I let her go but she doesn’t move. I glance at my watch. “In fifteen minutes, I won’t be your patient anymore.”

“You have sessions booked for six months. And like I said, the ethics board would—”

“Cancel them. I don’t feel I’m making progress here. I want to try another office.”

Her eyebrows draw together. I can see how heavily she’s breathing. Her chest rises and falls like she’s out of breath. The vein in her neck pulses visibly, showing me how rapid her heart rate is. I lick my lips when I think about how wet she must be already. I bet I could sit her on that desk and slide my cock in right now.

She moves slowly to sit on the other side of her desk and I lean back on the couch, watching her.

“You want me to cancel your appointments?” she asks after a long pause.

“Yes,” I say. “I don’t want to be your patient.”

Her eyes dart up to me several times while she types something on her computer, chest still heaving. Goddamn. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted to fuck someone so badly. Hell, I know I’ve never wanted it this bad. I’m not sure if it’s just my long dry spell in prison or if it’s how badly I want to see moans spilling from those full lips as I fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.

I wait while she finishes what she’s doing. “It’s done. We still have ten minutes. Do you...want to talk?”

“Come here,” I say.

She stares at me in disbelief for a few seconds, but obeys, getting up from her chair and moving to sit beside me.

“No,” I say, stopping her before she sits. “Stand in front of me.”

My cock is rock hard as I watch her follow my commands, watching the way she still can’t seem to catch her breath. Her panties must be fucking soaked, but I’ll find out soon enough.

“Take off your blouse.”

Another long pause. The logical part of her brain is probably asking what the fuck she’s doing right about now. But if anyone knows how much power the body has over the brain, it’s me. I know her body is winning when her soft hands move to the bottom of her blouse, gripping it and hesitating.

“Off,” I say.

She lifts it slowly until I can see her tits pressed together between her bra, spilling over the top and practically begging to be touched. Her thick black hair is lifted up with her blouse and then falls back down, cascading over her shoulders and sinking into the crease between her tits.

“Bra,” I say.

A strange look enters her eyes and before I know what’s happening, she’s straddling me, hot mouth against mine, her warm tongue swirling in my mouth. Holy fuck. I’ve played this routine out with women before, and I’ve never seen a woman do what she just did. I normally get off on the submission, in watching my will dominate and subdue.

I sit up, stripping off my jacket and throwing it to the floor. She grabs my shirt and rips it open, snapping several of the buttons off in the process. Her hands hungrily roam my body, squeezing my chest and exploring my abs. Her skirt is hiked up to her hips and I can see the hint of her lacy white panties as she grinds herself onto my throbbing cock. I can’t get my pants off fast enough as I strip the belt free and unzip them, sliding my pants and briefs down.

I can feel the heat of her pussy against my cock and Jesus Christ...I’ve never felt a woman with a pussy so hot and wet. I can barely wait to plunge my cock inside her, but I know I need to taste her first. I pull her panties off and throw them deliberately on my jacket. I’m keeping those. I slam her down on the couch, lifting her until she’s propped against the armrest. I lean down and kiss her wherever I can reach; the neck, beneath her ears, between her tits, down her stomach, around her belly button, and finally in the crease where her pelvis meets her hips. I kiss my way down to her inner thighs, tracing a path around her pussy with my tongue and mouth as she writhes against me.