The Fallout (The Therapist #3) - W.S. Greer Page 0,53

get closer and closer to my mouth. She needs it, and I will deliver what she needs.

My tongue glides across her clit—soft the first time, harder and more passionate the second. I engulf her entire pussy with my mouth, and Dr. Monroe finally releases the moan I've been dying to hear. It’s so fucking hot I can’t take it.

My mouth moves with aggression on her pussy—opening and closing, licking and sucking, fucking her with my tongue as she grinds her body against my face. Dr. Monroe’s hands find the back of my head and lock me in place as she fucks my face like she can't get enough fast enough, and I keep working, pushing my way past the fact I can barely breathe. I’d rather suffocate than take my mouth off of her pussy for a lifesaving breath of air. Kill me now, but I’m going to devour her pussy.

She keeps grinding, and I keep working, dying to bring her to orgasm. I know how it sounds when she masturbates to orgasm, but now I want to watch her. I want to know what her real orgasm sounds like when I pull it from her. I think to slide a finger into her so I play with her G-spot while I caress her clit, but before I can do it, her fingers tighten on the back of my head.

“Oh. My. God.” Dr. Monroe’s legs squeeze together and nearly break my neck as she comes. I try to lick her clit, but I’m locked in place as her entire body tightens around me. I actually can't breathe now, and when she finally relents, I gasp for air like I just reached the surface of a deep ocean.

Dr. Monroe rests her arm over her face as she takes in deep breaths, and I smile to myself as I stand up. I wipe my mouth and take a step back to assess my work, and I’m thrilled with the results. She's worn out just from my mouth on her pussy. That was a single appetizer. Just wait until she gets a taste of the entire menu.

As I take another step back, Dr. Monroe uncovers her face. She looks exhausted, but when she opens her eyes, she looks angry.

“Get out,” she says behind labored breathing.

“Huh?” I blurt, completely thrown off.

“Get out,” she says again to my complete surprise. “I’m sorry, but I can't be your therapist anymore. Get out now.”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask, but I can tell from the look on her face she’s not joking.

“Get out of my office,” she snaps, this time louder and more commanding. “I have a patient coming in ten minutes and I can't do this. I just … goddamn it. Please leave right now. Get out.”

Dr. Monroe jumps up from her seat and scrambles for her panties. She doesn't even look at me again, and I have no choice but to back my way toward the door, bumping into it with my back before stopping again. What the hell is going on? Is this happening?

“Leave. Now, please!” Yep, it’s definitely happening, and I don't need to be told again. I do what she asks and walk out the door into a world of confusion.

28

~ Malcolm ~

Yesterday was insane. I can't even begin to comprehend what happened after I went down on Dr. Monroe in her office. It plays in my head like a memory that has pieces missing from it, presenting itself in broken flashes. One flash is me sitting in the chair I’ve been in for weeks now. The next flash is me standing up, followed by me pushing her knees apart. I see her orgasm and the way it nearly crushed my head, before my back is against the door and I’m looking completely dumbfounded. It was such a fast turn of events my head is still spinning from it.

I didn't know if I should text Dr. Monroe or not, but she seemed so angry as she was throwing me out on my butt I decided she didn't want to talk to me. I’m a Dom, no question about it, and to people who may be confused about what people like me are all about, it may seem rational that I’d be okay with being forceful with a woman. That’s the furthest thing from the truth. I have the absolute utmost respect for women, especially my partners. The last thing I want is for my partner to feel as though I’ve been