Chapter eight
[Leonard]
I pulled out my dick from her pussy, in disbelief. Some amount of my milkish sperm escaped from her pussy hole while a few drops remained on my shaft.
I stared with awe at the lady beneath me, and for the first time since I saw her I was genuinely interested in knowing her.
"Who are you?" I asked, climbing away from on top of her, and a disappointed look came over her face.
I sat at the spot where I had met her sleeping with my legs spread apart to display my now drooping dick. It was pointless to feel shy now, after what we have done with each other.
She sat down, facing me with her legs spread apart, but I wasn't interested at the moment. The information about her was by far more important at this point.
"Who are you?" I asked again after some minutes.
"Nicole." She answered disinterestedly, moving closer to me. For a moment I feared there would be an outburst for cumming inside her but she didn't seem to care at all. If anything, she wanted more.
"Do you want it or not?" She asked, grabbing my dick so hard that I stopped thinking at once.
I wasn't sure what happened or how it did but I was behind Nicole who now was bent over in a doggie style the next instant, and fucking her from behind.
This time, I threw caution to the wind, and rammed in and out of her with so much force, enjoying the endless cries of pleasure she made.
I pulled out of her, and motioned her to keep up with the position. I stuck my head in between her legs, savouring the smell of her pussy mixed with vanilla, probably from her skin care product. I stuck out my tongue, and tongue fucked her this time, and her cries increased.
The fluid from her pussy tasted gross but I did not stop. I sucked on every fold of her pussy, and teased her clitoris with my tongue.
"I-I-want-to…" She screamed after about fifteen minutes of tongue fucking her, and I understood at once. I did not stop, Instead I increased my pace until I felt warm liquid inside my mouth and all over my face.
She laid on her back, breathing heavily with satisfaction mixed with exhaustion while I watched her with awestruck eyes.
How did she do it? How did she make me cum? I asked in my head, watching her now sleepy eyes.
Once I was sure she had fallen asleep, I searched for my phone from my suit pants which laid on the floor. I needed to make a phone call.
I went through my contact list, and dialed a number. Although it was very early in the morning, I just didn't give a fuck. She had better pick up my phone before it stops ringing.
And of course, she did.
"Mr Litt," the unmistakable voice of doctor Cherry called from the other end. She sounded tired or sleepy or both but it wasn't in my nature to give a fuck.
"According to your diagnosis…" I paused to look at Nicole once the bed sheet rumpled as a result of her shifting from her position in her sleepy state.
"How do you explain the fact that I just cummed during sex." I asked instead, with my voice low. Even though I knew she was fast asleep, I couldn't risk being heard. I have a reputation to protect.
"Did you…?" Dr Cherry asked. She sounded fully awake now, with every trace of tiredness gone.
"Yes, I did." I said with cold excitement into the phone.
"Does it mean that I have been cured?" I asked immediately, hoping to get a positive answer.
"I'm afraid not, sir." She started to say, and all my hopes were dashed away. "Anejaculation is not curable, but it is possible to release sperm when with a particular person, just as I explained before." She finished.
"I'm sorry sir, I wish I had better news." She ended with a sad sigh.
Not sure what to say to her anymore, I hung up. For a brief moment I was hopeful, and now that my hopes were gone, I felt disappointed, and with my disappointment came rage. One that was difficult to explain, and impossible to control.
One glance towards Nicole's direction, the memories which I had spent years running away from came back with so much force that for the second time that night, I stopped thinking.
Angrily, I moved towards her, and spread her legs apart. All she managed was a stir, before she drifted back to sleep.
I caressed my dick for a few minutes, and it sprung back to life, then without warning, I slid into her dry pussy with so much force.
Her eyes shot open at once, and in them I saw pain. I covered her mouth with my palm to stop her screams while I fucked her roughly.
Whore. Bitch. I cussed in my head, enjoying the pain I saw in her eyes.
Two drops of tears fell from the corner of her eyes, but I was in too much rage to care. I increased my pace once I felt close to my orgasm, and once again, I emptied my balls inside her.
I just cummed for the second time in a night, after ten years of not being able to.
Seriously, who is this lady? Could she really be the only one that can make me cum like Dr Cherry had said? I asked myself as I laid down to catch a breath. Like the others, taking her forcefully was much more pleasurable.
I watched from the corner of my eyes as she turned away from me to face the other side of the bed. Her face was covered in tears and that only made me smile.
If I want, I will have her over and over again, not even her tears will be able to stop me. I let the thought resound in my head, enjoying the feel of power it brought until sleep became the victor.