The Candy-Striper

Warning: Too hot to handle. Read at your own risk.

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BLURB:

In exchange for explicit pleasure, will you take a sordid proposal on your bucket list?

Allyson Mendez, a scholar juggling with different types of jobs to boon her family's necessities. A side hustle is an understatement when she's offered to be a caregiver to a cranky CEO which happens to be a PWD.

Lance Russell Morcuendez got his severe injuries and traumas in motorcycle racing. The incident took a toll on him as he suffered from erectile dysfunction. Since then his life is beyond typical as he isolated himself away from people. He lost confidence and lived in the void of darkness.

Will Allyson bring out the man in him? How far will she go?

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INTRODUCTION

I gently pushed the door open when I arrived outside the bedroom of the patient I am taking care of. Complete blackness met my eyes as soon as the door opened. I flipped the light switch after closing the door. I'm curious why it's so dark. Where is he? He's usually still awake and waiting for me, or he's sleeping with his bedlamp on. At the same time as the light was turned on, someone grabbed me and held me tightly.Ssshh. It's me, baby," he said quietly.

I then realized I was already sitting on his lap. He was in his wheelchair with one hand on my waist. I was about to stand up and get away from him, but before I could move, he captured my lips, which were slightly open in shock. Every movement of his lips was hot and daring. It was a lot different from his kisses before, which seemed to have no life. But now, it consumes my sanity and produces an electrifying sensation that runs through my entire body.

“Mmm...” I moaned when he entered my cavern simultaneously as his hands were moving around my body, and his tongue started exploring my mouth. Every stroke of his palms was full of desire, heating, and delivering intense sensations that made my muscles tremble. My arms creep and wrap around his neck as if that's where I can get strength. My knees turned to jelly, and if I was not sitting on his lap, I might have fallen to my knees.

I gasped when he left my lips and traced kisses down to my neck. My hands moved spontaneously, courageously searching and caressing him seductively. I raised my head and relaxed slightly for his easy access as I was also carried by the sensation caused by each touch of his warm lips on my skin. I moaned sexily as he cupped my bosom, which was still covered by my top. He massages it gently while his lips start to unbutton my chiffon blouse. His lips lightly touched my chest to undress me and it added the sensation that escalated that burning desire inside of me.

This is my role as a caregiver. Not just to take care of him but to give him pleasure too. My mom doesn't know anything about my kind of work. All they know is that I only take care of him. I am a graduating student. A scholar. But the support given by the scholarship was still insufficient to cover all my needs, so I juggled myself into any job I could as a part-timer until the opportunity to take care of him came to me. He is so rich and famous that his family can pay for a full-time caregiver, but no one would stay with his cranky behavior. Two days were the longest stay that their hired caregiver had for him. It's just me who perseveres and stays longer. If I am not mistaken, I have been taking care of him for about six months.

I catches for breath again and moaned when his searching lips covered my chest while his free hand massaged the other. That's when I realized that he had taken off my top. I pulled my hand out of his thick hair when he sucked my nipples. He alternately played my twin peaks with his tongue. I feel like I'm going crazy with the intensity of the tickling sensation shrouding my being. In the months that I have been trying to make him happy, only now has he become like this. The heat from his body became daring and consuming which creates some kind of heat that settled in the lower part of my body when he molded my titties in his palms before alternately rolling his tongue onto my stiff twin peaks. A flirty moan escaped from my mouth as I splurged into the edge of his psychedelic performance. I feel like that pent-up heat will explode at any moment. I didn't hold back, and I followed his every move. My hands were also wriggling making him moan. Our moans and groans blended and filled the corners of his room.

In between pleasuring each other, I can't stop myself from thinking and asking myself questions.

Was he healed?

Why is he so hot now?

I felt eagerness with every stroke of his palms and the touch of his every kiss. It's different from the previous ones in that I'm almost the only one who moves and warms up to what the two of us are doing.

Curiosity strikes me, so I slowly slide my palms up to the waistband of his pajamas. My hand was shaking, but I controlled it so it was not obvious what I was planning to do, but before I could reach my target, he grabbed my hand. We are in his wheelchair, so my seat is a bit far apart, and I can't feel the lower part of his body. Except for the pajamas he was wearing, he still had a small blanket covering him.

“Don't you dare, Sweetie," he only said and buried his face in my chest again, and it seemed that he became even more daring. His hand found the hem of my skirt. He slides it up to my waist, exposing my legs and the one in the middle, which is covered with black lacy thong undies. I blushed when he held my chin and stared at me. His eyes were soothing with desire. It was as if giving me an erotic notion, choking my soul rapaciously, made me gasp for precious air. Before I was hooked again, he covered my lips with his while he ran his fingers down there on top of my undies, opposite my most cherished delicacy. He caressed his palm on that part, which made my whole body even hotter. His actions stimulate the heat congealed in my core and turn into a warm liquid as it explodes.

"You're wet, baby," he said. His husky voice strikes me, and I desire more from him. I moved my hips and pressed my quim against his fingers, which were continuously massaging it. I slightly jolted when I felt his finger enter that piece of lacy cloth covering my femininity. He kissed me torridly simultaneously with the movement of his fingers, tracing my inner walls with gentle dominance. Every caress of his palm caused a crazy and dizzying sensation in that part of my womanhood.

I gasped for breath when he stopped kissing me for a second but claimed it again aggressively when he gently entered his finger between my folds. It twitched slightly to accommodate the outrageous movement of his finger. I arched my back with an inexplicable feeling at that time. It was so dizzying and crazy that my sanity seemed to plunge into a dimension I could hardly explain.

But...

I was almost out of breath when he withdrew his fingers and parted our lips.

“You're still a virgin?"