Hospital Debauchery-Chapter 237: The Wife II

But regardless of what she said, he held her still, his grip unyielding like iron, fingers splaying wide across her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at her lower back.

He shifted her easy, aligning his cock—still hard and slick from her mouth, throbbing hot—to the entrance of her vagina, the head pressing insistent against her wet, swollen folds, parting them just a touch, the heat of him making her gasp again as it teased her clit.

The tip nudged her slick lips, hot and thick, sending a spark up her spine, her pussy clenching empty in response.

Rachel’s body tensed up hard, every muscle locking tight like a spring coiled too far, her hands flying to his wrists fast, nails digging in deep as she tried to push him away with all her strength.

"No, please—it’s too big," she whimpered, voice high and breaking on the last word, her blue eyes wide with real panic that made them shine wet.

The thick head nudged her entrance harder, stretching the slick lips apart slow, and she felt the burn right away—the impossible pressure of something so massive trying to push into her tight heat. It was like nothing she had felt before, the girth forcing her walls to give way inch by painful inch, a sharp sting that made her insides twist.

She screamed soft at first, a sharp cry that echoed in the quiet office, her body arching back against him as she twisted side to side, trying to break free from his hold like a trapped animal.

Her legs kicked out a little, heels scraping the carpet rough, leaving marks, but his hands kept her locked in place, strong and steady, not letting her move an inch, his fingers digging into her soft flesh just enough to bruise tomorrow.

Devon didn’t rush at all.

He knew what he was doing—years of control in the operating room translating to this moment, his touch professional in its precision even as lust burned hot in his eyes, making them dark and focused.

He leaned in close, his chest pressing warm against her back through his shirt, his breath hot and steady against her ear, carrying the faint scent of his skin—clean and male.

One hand slid up her back slow, fingers tracing her spine soothing, feeling the sweat already beading there, while the other stayed firm on her hip, holding her steady like she was precious but his.

He pushed forward just a fraction more, the head popping past her entrance with a wet, stretching sound that made her wince, her pussy clamping down tight around it like a vice, trying to squeeze him out.

The pain hit her like fire—sharp and burning deep, her inner walls stretching to their limit around the thick intrusion, every nerve screaming as he inched in.

"Ahh! Stop—it hurts so much!" she screamed louder, head throwing back hard, blonde hair whipping across her shoulders and sticking to her sweaty skin.

Tears sprung to her eyes quick, spilling down her cheeks hot and salty, tasting bitter on her lips as she gasped, her body shaking violent like a leaf in wind.

She clawed at his arms desperate, nails raking red lines on his skin, trying to wriggle free with all she had, her hips twisting side to side, but it only made the stretch worse, the head rubbing against her walls rough.

Her pussy fluttered wild around the head, trying to push him out, but the slickness from her earlier arousal—wet and sticky—made it slide deeper despite the resistance, the burn spreading like fire through her core, making her belly clench tight.

Her thighs trembled hard, knees buckling a bit under her, sweat dripping down her back, but he held her up easy, his body pressed close now, chest to her back, the fabric of his shirt rough and scratchy against her bare, sensitive skin, his heat soaking into her.

"Shh, easy now," Devon murmured calm, his voice steady like talking someone through a bad dream, not letting her panic pull him off course.

He didn’t thrust hard—instead, he rocked slow and gentle, tiny movements back and forth that let her adjust bit by bit, his free hand sliding around to her front slow, fingers finding her clit swollen and slick, throbbing under his touch.

He circled it gentle, the touch light as a feather at first, sending little sparks of pleasure through the fire that made her gasp surprised.

The slickness there—her own juices coating his fingers—made them glide easy, the friction just right. "Feel that? Let it build slow," he said soft, thumb pressing firmer now, rubbing in small, lazy circles that made her clit pulse hot, the pleasure starting to creep in like a warm tide against the burn, easing the sharp edges a touch.

Rachel moaned broken and raw, a mix of pain and that unwanted spark lighting up her nerves, her hips twitching against her will like her body had its own mind.

"I can’t... it’s splitting me open," she gasped, voice hoarse from the screams, tears streaming now steady, wetting her chin and dripping onto her bouncing breasts.

She tried to pull away again desperate, body wriggling in his grip like a fish on a line, her ass grinding back against his hips accidental, but he held firm, his cock sliding another inch deeper slow, the stretch making her walls flutter and burn hotter.

The fullness was overwhelming, like he was filling every empty space inside her, the head pressing against spots deep that made her see white flashes through the pain, her pussy clenching hard around him, trying to adjust but fighting too.

She screamed again, loud and raw from the gut, the sound bouncing off the walls and making her throat ache, her nails raking his forearms harder as she fought, drawing little beads of blood, but it only made him groan low and deep, the vibration rumbling through her back and into her core, mixing with the ache in a way that confused her.

"Almost there, just a little more," Devon whispered reassuring, his breath hot and moist on her neck, lips brushing her ear lobe soft, sending shivers down her spine that clashed with the burn below.

He kept the slow rock going, in and out just a bit more each time, letting her body get used to the size gradual, his fingers on her clit rubbing steady now, dipping lower to gather her growing wetness—slick and warm—and spread it around her folds, making everything glide smoother.

The pleasure started to push back against the pain stronger—a warm glow building in her belly like a fire catching, her clit throbbing hard under his touch, swelling more with each circle.

She felt her walls relax a fraction unwilling, the burn easing into a deep, throbbing ache that wasn’t all bad anymore, her pussy starting to grip him instead of fight, pulling him in a little like it wanted more.

Rachel’s screams turned to moans gradual, still pained but mixed with something new now— a low, needy sound that surprised her coming from her own throat.

"Oh god... it hurts but... ahh, wait," she whimpered, her hips bucking back a little without meaning to, taking him deeper on her own, the pain mixing with a spark that made her toes curl.

The pain was still there sharp at the edges where he stretched her wide open, but the pleasure was creeping in stronger, like waves lapping higher and higher on a beach, washing away the fire bit by bit. His cock slid in another inch slow, the veined shaft dragging against her inner walls rough and delicious, hitting a spot deep inside that made her gasp sharp and loud, a burst of heat spreading through her core like liquid fire.

She stopped fighting as much, her hands loosening on his arms, fingers now gripping instead of clawing, her body slumping back against him trusting, the sweat making their skin stick together slick.

Devon felt the change right away, her pussy starting to suck him in greedy instead of push out, and he pushed forward steady but slow, bottoming out inch by inch until his hips pressed flush against her ass, the coarse hair at his base tickling her skin.

The feeling was incredible for her—her tight heat wrapped around him like a glove made just for him, fluttering and wet, every pulse of his cock sending ripples through her.

He held still for a long moment, letting her adjust full, his fingers never stopping on her clit, rubbing faster now with more pressure, circling the swollen nub slick and firm, the wet sounds of his fingers on her pussy filling the room.

"See? You took it all like a good girl," he growled low in her ear, lips brushing her neck again, teeth nipping gentle at the sensitive skin there, making her shiver hard.

Rachel moaned louder now, the pain now a dull throb that blended with the growing pleasure, her body betraying her as her hips rocked back tentative against him, seeking more of that full feeling.

"It’s... it’s filling me so much, oh fuck," she gasped, voice breathy and broken, her pussy clenching around him hard like a fist, the fullness making her feel stuffed and complete in a way that made her head spin.

The pleasure hit harder now, his fingers on her clit sending jolts straight through her body like electricity, her juices dripping down his shaft steady, making everything slick and hot, the wet sounds louder with each clench.

She started to move with him as he pulled back slow, the drag of his cock against her walls making her whimper high, the veins rubbing her sensitive spots, then he pushed in again gentle but deep, building a rhythm that made her toes curl tight.

The fucking started slow and careful, bit by bit, Devon’s hands on her hips guiding her easy, his thrusts shallow at first to let the last of the pain melt away like ice in sun.

Rachel’s moans turned needy and loud, her body relaxing more with each slide, the pleasure building like a fire stoked slow and steady, spreading from her core out to her fingertips.

"Oh... fuck, yes," she whispered without thinking, surprise in her voice as the ache turned good and sweet, her pussy gripping him tight like it never wanted to let go, wanting more of that deep fill.

He picked up pace a touch, thrusting deeper now, the head hitting that spot inside over and over that made stars burst behind her eyes, white-hot pleasure shooting through her.

Her breasts bounced with each move, heavy and full, nipples hard and sensitive, brushing the air like sparks that made her gasp.

Against her wish, she found herself enjoying it more than she could fight—the way he filled her completely, the stretch now delicious and addictive instead of painful, her body craving the thrust like air.

"Don’t stop, please," she moaned without meaning to, hips pushing back hard to meet him, the slap of skin on skin starting soft but wet, the sounds filling the room like music—slap, squelch, her moans mixing in high and breathy.

The pleasure built fast and wild, her clit throbbing hard under his fingers, circling faster, rubbing slick and firm with her juices coating everything.

She felt the orgasm creeping up slow at first, then rushing like a wave, her walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing him tight like a vice.

Then it hit—hard and sudden like a dam breaking, her body tensing up rigid as waves of pleasure crashed through her from head to toe, her pussy clenching rhythmic around him, juices gushing wet and hot down her thighs and over his balls.

She screamed loud and long, the sound raw and needy from deep in her gut, echoing off the walls like a echo in a cave, her back arching sharp as she shook in his grip like she was coming apart, tears of release mixing with the earlier ones, rolling down her cheeks.

"Ahh... yes... oh god, fuck!" she cried out, voice breaking high and hoarse, body trembling like a leaf in wind, her pussy milking him hard with each pulse, waves rolling through her belly and out to her fingers and toes.

Devon didn’t stop one bit, riding her through the orgasm with thrusts steady and deep, groaning low and rough as her pussy milked him tight, his cock twitching inside her from the squeeze.

When she came down slow, still panting heavy and weak like her bones had turned to jelly, he pulled out even slower with a wet pop that made her whimper at the sudden empty, her pussy gaping a bit from the stretch, juices dripping steady onto the carpet below.

He turned her around easy with his strong hands, lifting her like she weighed nothing at all, and placed her on the desk—the cool wood shocking against her hot, sweaty ass, making her gasp sharp and arch up a little, the contrast sending shivers through her.

Papers scattered a little under her weight, crinkling soft, but he didn’t care one bit. He leaned forward slow, his body pressing warm and hard between her legs, cock still rigid and slick against her inner thigh, hot and sticky from her juices, and captured her lips in a kiss—slow at first, his mouth warm and firm against hers.