Jade

You, too, are teetering at the edges, unable to bear the constant friction. Sprawled across the bed, you stare up at the ceiling, the same song and dance every night now. Downstairs, the television roars to life, Ted’s infuriating tactic to burrow under your skin. The news blares at full volume, each word a deliberate jab, a challenge to your patience.

You roll your eyes, pressing a pillow over your face to muffle the noise, but his persistence tonight is relentless. Your frustration grows, and you hurl the pillow across the room, letting out a groan loud enough to pierce the den below. When the television’s volume spikes even higher, you bolt upright, fury propelling you toward the door. You’re ready to slam it shut, to seal yourself off from him — but no. Not tonight. You refuse to let him win this round.

Ted notices the absence of your retaliation, the silence unusual. He’s grown accustomed to your fiery comebacks, not this eerie quiet. He finally decides to dial down the television, sitting there a moment, waiting for your stomping to return. Before he can call out, you appear, descending the stairs in the sheer babydoll lingerie he gifted you for your birthday. The sight steals his breath almost instantly. You glide past, the delicate fabric clinging to your curves, your bare skin teasingly visible underneath, the fabric barely covering the underside of your ass cheeks.

“What are you doing?” he growls, brows knitting together, his grip tightening on the remote. “Why are you wearing that?” His voice climbs, laced with tension.

You ignore him, sauntering into the kitchen, your movements deliberately provocative. You rummage through the cabinets, searching for a snack… or nothing at all. The act is really just secondary to your true intent, which is to make him ache, to torture him.

“Just looking…” you mumble, your tone coy.

“Liar,” he snaps, striding from the living room to the kitchen in a heartbeat. His eyes don’t leave you, like a predator stalking its prey. His knuckles blanch as he grips the counter. “Why are you wearing that?”

You turn to face him, a slow grin curling on your lips. The sheer fabric reveals the hardened peaks of your nipples, your body a tantalizing photograph of curves and shadows. “To fuck with you,” you say, your voice sharp with aggravation.

Ted steps closer, towering over you, his gaze locked on the way the lingerie molds to every dip and curve of your beautiful body. His eyes linger on your nipples, his desire for you now almost palpable.

“Is that so?” His response is low and rough as his thumb grazes one of your hardened peaks.

“It’s working…” he confesses, his breath warm against your skin as he dips in closer.

A soft sound escapes your lips, evidence that he’s making a mess of you between your thighs. But you steel yourself, keeping your back straight, refusing to let him see how his touch fucks with you. 

Just when you think you have it under control, his massive hands grab your breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together so he fans his hot breath through the fabric. “You wanted to fuck with me, yeah? Win our little argument?” he teases, kissing down your breasts, pulling a nipple between his lips as he sucks on it through the fabric.

“How about I just fuck you…” he mumbles, a promise as he sinks his teeth into your skin, a teasing nip that sends shivers racing down your spine. He pulls back, eyes much darker with hunger and spins you around, pressing you forward until your hips meet the edge of the kitchen counter, your heart pounding with anticipation of what's to come next.

“I’ve been wondering when you were gonna wear this,” he groans, while his hands undo the drawstrings of his sweats. “Strutting around, teasing me, getting me so damn hard I can’t think straight — ready to fuck you senseless in it.” His sweatpants hit the floor with a soft thud, then his briefs follow. “Why do we even fight, baby? Why don’t we just… lose ourselves in this… fuck our problems away…?”

His hand slips beneath the delicate hem of your babydoll lingerie, fingers seeking your eager cunt between your thighs. He plunges two fingers into you, mapping the walls of your slick warmth. Each slow, deliberate pump draws a gasp from your lips and his satisfied hum vibrates through you. He pulls his fingers free, licking them clean with a wicked gleam in his eye, before aligning his cock at your entrance.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Scream for me.”

With those words, he thrusts deep, shoving his cock deep in one fluid motion. The shared moan that erupts is electric, a current that binds you together in the bubbling ecstasy. Ted’s hips move with relentless precision, rocking into you as he grips your waist for leverage, anchoring you to him. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, your body trying to match his rhythm.

Your eyes flutter, threatening to roll back as he drives into you harder, each stroke a testament to his need and… love, for you. The moans you release — sharp, desperate, echoing with every plunge into your wet mess of a pussy — are raw and unfiltered. You just wanted to provoke him, to stoke his anger with your teasing, but those plans dissolved quickly. You knew it would end this way, that the petty arguments over dishes would be forgotten, replaced by Ted’s fiery love-making.

His hand slides up to encircle your throat, firm but careful, pulling your head back just enough for his lips to graze the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His cock glides in and out with devastating accuracy, his balls slapping against your ass, the rhythmic sound of skin on skin filling the open kitchen. The air feels alive, you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

“Did you really think you… fuck— could wear this and not drive me crazy?” he growls, his voice a mix of frustration and lust, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. “That I wouldn’t take you like this, right here, right now? Goddamn, you drive me wild, you crazy fucking woman. I should fuck you in the ass just for attempting to tease me...” His filthy words cut through you, making you crave him more, making your pussy even wetter.

Ted tugs your head back further, his fingers tightening around your throat, feeling the pulse of your carotid throbbing beneath your straining neck. His gaze is wild, loving the way your heartbeat betrays your obvious surrender.

“I’m gonna cum all over your pretty little outfit, baby,” he hisses, a final wicked punishment for your attempt to win the argument with your teasing lingerie. Backfired, leaving you a trembling, aching mess, and your pussy thoroughly fucked.

With a low groan, Ted pulls out of your drenched cunt, his hand stroking himself swiftly. His grip on your neck remains firm, tilting your head back even further as he lets out a loud moan, his cum spilling hot and messy across your babydoll lingerie, staining the delicate fabric. 

“B-But, I wanna cum too…” you whimper, your voice a desperate plea. But your words are ignored as Ted gazes down at you, his half-lidded eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and adoration. He leans in, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of your nose, enjoying how miserable you look.

“Oh, you wanna cum, huh?” he laughs, his breath hot against your lips, while he wallows in mock pity. “Sorry, baby girl, you lost this round.” You nod, frantic, your body aching for his cock, his fingers — anything. But he denies you, cleaning the tip of his cock along the hem of your sheer lingerie, smearing the fabric with the last of his release.

“Now be a good girl and change out of this,” he says, commanding, “so Daddy can fuck you right.”

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Mr. Senior Emergency Attending Physician of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center on the floor, kneeling before you — a complete and utterly, shattered mess. His cock standing free, the tip weeping with so much precum it forms a slick, shamefully small puddle on the tiled floor beneath him.

Who knew he could be this tamed? Who knew he would submit so fast to you?

Just hours ago, you were trading charts, shuffling patients between rooms, running tests, stealing charged glances across the chaos of the hospital floor. In the pit, Robby commands with sharp authority, barking orders, flashing smirks, and sly smiles, all while guarding a delicious secret — his desire to be claimed by you.

Now, his mouth worships your pussy, lips locked around your clit with a desperate greed. The contrast of his demeanor steals your breath. You grip his hair, voice firm as you command, “Stick your tongue in.”

He obeys you instantly, abandoning your clit to plunge his eager tongue deep into your cunt, a low groan vibrating through him.

“Rub that long, sexy nose against my clit,” you add. Robby presses his entire face into you, nose grinding against your sensitive bud. He’s a man consumed by you, a willing captive on his knees, with a fire in his eyes as he relishes in his submission.

“Love it…” he mumbled, his voice low, as his tongue worships you, delving in and out of your cunt with fervent need.

“What’s that?” you tease, your voice catching as you brace yourself against the cool edge of the counter, your body shivering with desire.

In your mind, you silently thank Whitaker for his acknowledgment about the abandoned wing on the hospital’s eighth floor. This forgotten corner has become your sanctuary with Robby — a place where the unthinkable can unfold, free from any consequences… a place for this raw intimacy.

“Your pussy… I — I fucking love it,” he breathes, his words muffled against your skin as he laps at your folds, sliding a finger inside you only when you grant him permission, his eyes pleading for your approval, craving the power you hold over him.

You toss your head back, a radiant grin stretching from ear to ear, your heart soaring as you lose yourself in the sensation. Your gaze drifts upward, counting the tiny black specks speckling the mineral wool ceiling, each one a witness to your ecstasy. Your hand snakes down, threading through his hair, tugging gently left and right, guiding his eager mouth as he devours your weepy cunt.

When you sense he’s had enough of you, you pull him back by the roots, your eyes locking onto his. His chin glistens, coated with your juices, the layers of his beard and lips drenched in your arousal — a testament to his passionate obsession with you.

“You want to fuck me now, Robby?” you purr, your thumb gliding over his slick lips, spreading your juices across them.

He nods, his gaze pinned to yours, completely smitten. “So fucking bad…”

You relinquish a bit of your power, let him take charge. His strong hands lift you onto the counter, parting your thighs wide, his other hand gripping his cock, poised and aching for you as he pumps it.

“Ah, ah…” you scold, your voice laced with authority. “Don’t stroke yourself. Just hold it… guide it into my pussy.” A needy whimper escapes Robby’s throat as he obeys, halting his movements. He grasps the base of his cock, rubbing its soaked tip against your dripping cunt.

Without hesitation, he surges forward, his mouth falling open in awe as he watches his cock vanish into you, inch by inch. A sly smirk curves your lips as you revel in his infatuation, his eyes locked on the sight of him filling your cherished hole.

When he’s fully buried inside you, his hands find your knees, cupping beneath them and lifting you just enough to angle himself perfectly. He begins to thrust, slow at first, then with growing urgency, each movement drawing moans from deep within him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck… God, you feel so fucking amazing,” he groans, his voice lewd and thick as he fucks into you harder, pushing your knees against your breasts.

“Yeah? You love how my pussy wraps around you?” you tease, your voice a sultry taunt as you let out soft, breathy moans, each one spurred by his deeper thrusts. Robby nods, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his gaze flickering between your beautiful face and the mesmerizing sight of his cock disappearing into you.

“I knew it… the moment you walked in, that first day,” he grunts, his words ragged with desire, his rhythm steady and determined. “You had me. I was captivated, aching to be on my knees for you, to surrender everything. All of me, yours...”

His confession ignites a spark deep within you, his words dripping with devotion that tugs at your heartstrings. But you’re the one in control here, the one who commands the moment. You can’t let your softening emotions show — not now. Those tender feelings will surface later, when he’s gently cleaning you up, pressing soft kisses to your skin, and taking you home.

For now, you lick your lips, savoring the flood of his submissive words pouring from his trembling lips. He keeps driving into you with a desperate intensity, as if this is the last fuck he’ll ever get.

When his outpouring of adoration threatens to overwhelm you, you grab his chin, and pull him into a ravenous kiss. Your tongue thrusts into the warmth of his mouth, silencing him with a fierce hunger.

His fingers dig into the soft plush flesh of your thighs, a telltale sign that his balls are tight, his cock about to burst.

You pull back from his lips, your eyelashes fluttering with a teasing allure. “Do you want to cum inside me tonight?” you ask, your voice laced with promise, offering it like a reward.

His eyes light up, sparkling with awe, as if your words have set off fireworks behind his pupils. “R-Really?” he stammers, almost in disbelief. “I… I don’t have to pull out?”

You shake your head, a playful glint in your eyes, and press a tender peck to the tip of his nose, where a bead of sweat glides down the bridge.

“No, Robby… I want you to cum inside me,” you whisper, your voice coming out in a low sultry tone.

His eyes widen, a flicker of disbelief mingling with desperate hope, his lips parting as if he wants to ask again. But you don’t give him the chance. Instead, you guide him with a commanding tilt of your chin. “Rub my clit while you fuck me,” you order, your tone firm. “Don’t stop until I’ve got you in a vise.”

Robby obeys instantly, his fingers finding your clit with practiced precision, rubbing vigorously just the way you’ve taught him, the way you’ve molded him to please you. All the while, his hips move in fluid, relentless thrusts, his devotion palpable in every motion.

“Squeeze me, baby,” he pleads. “Cum on my cock.”

You let his bold plea slide, too consumed by the fire building inside you. All you need is for him to keep touching you like that, to keep filling you until you’re teetering on the edge.

“Robby, fuck, oh God…” you cry out, your voice breaking as your pussy clenches around him, a tight, pulsing resistance as he drives deeper. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” A wave of heat surges from your stomach, your spine trembling as the climax crashes through you. Robby’s release follows.

He lets out a deep guttural groan, his face collapsing into the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His hips stutter as he spills into you, pumping warm thick ropes of cum deep inside. The empty hospital room echoes with your shared moans and heavy breaths.

For a few blissful minutes, you remain locked together, bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow. When Robby finally pulls back, he eases his cock out slowly, his gaze dropping to watch his cum spill from you, a glistening stream that marks you as his — not wasted in a condom.

“Wow,” he breathes, his voice soft with awe. His eyes lift to meet yours, shimmering with unspoken adoration.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his words quiet yet holding an invisible weight.

You flash him a warm smile, reaching up to brush a bead of sweat from his furrowed brow, your touch gentle and intimate, a complete contrast from your earlier self. “So are you, Robby. So are you.”

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