My Therapist

AUTHOR’S NOTE

WARNING: This book is strictly for adult audiences. It features explicit graphic sex, rough play, and heavy dirty talk.

It’s dark, raw, and very dirty.

If you are uncomfortable with intense adult themes, this story is definitely not for you.

Read at your own risk.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

Hannah

I had barely stepped out of the car when my phone started ringing.

Adrian.

I smiled in disbelief and answered the call.

“Hey Hannah. Where are you? You didn’t forget about your session, did you?”

“No. I just got here. I just parked behind the office.”

“Great. I’m in front of the building. Come see me for a minute.”

I rolled my eyes and hung up. So typical of him to check on me.

I walked around the building and spotted Adrian’s black Chevrolet parked by the curb from a distance. Without hesitation, I walked up, opened the passenger door, and slid inside. The scent of ridiculously expensive cologne mixed with leather filled my nose while my husband slowly looked me over from head to toe with a grin.

“Hey beautiful.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here. Done with work?”

“Done for today. I barely dragged myself out of the office. I’m heading home to change and pack some things, then I’m leaving town.” — He exhaled and looked at me. His fingers brushed over my bare knee and moved up touching the hem of my skirt. I shivered. — “I’ll be gone for a few days and I had to see you before I leave.”

“Feels more like you came to check whether I’d actually show up for therapy.”

“No, little girl, I believe you’re smart enough not to disobey me when it comes to this.” — he sighed and leaned closer.

I closed my eyes the second I felt his breath against my neck, and then his tongue lightly dragged across my earlobe.

“I just had to see you before I leave, baby doll. Didn’t you want to see me?” I trembled at the mere tone of his voice and let out a sigh.

“Yeah..”

His breathing turned rough as his lips slid slowly down my neck, sending chills through my entire body. He was barely even touching me and I was already trembling. His tongue brushed lightly along my jaw before he bit down on my lower lip. I opened my mouth, but he didn’t kiss me. He smiled against my lips.

“You want me to kiss you deep...”

“Yeah, kiss me please...”

His lips hovered over mine, barely grazing them, and the moment I tried slipping my tongue into his mouth, he pulled away.

“I am gonna fuck that mouth the minute I come back home..” He whispered, brushing his lips against mine so lightly while breathing straight into my mouth.

I started moaning from nothing but his closeness.

“Good girl.”

His tongue finally slid into my mouth just enough to make my vision blur and my entire body shiver.

“Oh God…” I moaned, heat flooding between my thighs as hot wetness started dripping out of me, forcing me to squeeze my legs together, but he noticed immediately.

“Open your legs, Hannah. Let me see if you’re wearing panties,” he whispered against my mouth, and I jerked violently the moment I felt the tips of his fingers pressing against my already soaked, burning cunt.

“Silk… oh yes,… It’s already damp and slippery and your clit is so hard…”

His fingers moved in slow circles over the soaked fabric of my panties while my body twitched like I was being electrocuted.

“Touch my dick, Hannah. Feel it, baby…” He said quietly before sliding his tongue between my teeth again. With my left hand, I felt him through his pants and let out a painful moan into his mouth.

He was huge.

Length-wise he was more or less normal, but the thickness was fucking insane. I swear the tip felt the size of a tennis ball and every single time he fucked me with it, it felt like he was ripping me apart.

“Oh yes, that’s it Hannah, rub it, rub your daddy’s dick…”

“It’s so hard…”

“I wanna fuck you, baby, and cum deep inside you, but if I do, you’ll drip all over your therapist’s armchair…”

He pulled the silk panties slightly away from my burning wet skin and I whimpered.

“Oh yes… please touch me…”

“Oh no, I can’t…”

His fingers slid over my clit beneath the panties and I nearly screamed.

“Fuck, you’re so wet… you’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

“It feels so good… please squeeze it and make me cum…”

“Would you make me cum in my pants? Would you rub your little cunt and ass on daddy’s dick until I fill up my pants? Tell me, do you want that?”

“Oh yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy I want to make you cum…”

“Good girl. Come here.”

He pulled me onto his lap so my back was against his chest before yanking my skirt up over my hips.

“Bend over and show me both fuck holes…”

I was panting so hard I could barely breathe. Sweat was running down my neck underneath my hair while he lifted me higher until I was bent over the steering wheel.

“Spread your cheeks and show me. Don’t make me repeat myself… let daddy see you gaping wide.”

Without a word, I obeyed. The moment I pulled my cheeks apart, he shoved my panties aside.

“Oh yes Hannah, damn… I wanna fuck this wet asshole so hard, rail it so deep until you’re riding my cum-filled balls…” he exhaled before pulling me back down onto his lap.

“Oh God…” I moaned biting my lower lip to stop myself from screaming.

“Go on baby, rub that asshole on my cock… feel it, baby. Feel how hard you made me.”

He pressed me down so hard I screamed. His hands gripped my hips while he started dragging me violently against himself.

“Good girl, rub it now, grind hard… make your daddy cum for you…” he whispered between loud groans.

His massive cock rubbed brutally against the most sensitive part of me and my vision blurred. I was right on the edge of orgasm, but I couldn’t let go because of how rough and intense it was. His right hand tangled into my hair and yanked my head back. I arched hard, feeling him almost pushing into my ass even through the fabric of his pants.

I was moaning like I was being slaughtered while his dick had already started leaking.

“Oh yes… yes… yes… there you go, baby doll. Fuck...”

He jerked so violently underneath me that I thought I was about to pass out from the wave crashing through my body and the electric shock ripping through my bones. He completely lost control, shaking and twitching while cumming hard into his boxers.

I was so turned on but I just couldn’t cum, and now frustration was burning through me.

I glanced back at him while he struggled to catch his breath. I stayed silent for a while and then cleared my throat.

“I think I’m late for therapy…”

“Oh God… I even forgot where you were going…”

I smiled and pushed my hair away from my face before quickly climbing off his lap and fixing myself as best as I could under the circumstances.

My arms and legs were trembling while my thighs kept twitching as hot liquid still kept pouring out of me uncontrollably.

“You didn’t cum?” he asked while I was getting ready to leave.

“No. It was too intense… I couldn’t let go.”

“Want me to eat that pussy until you cum in my mouth?”

He pulled me closer but I shook my head.

“No love, I don’t have time. I’m already late.”

“Okay then. I’m going home for a quick shower and then I’m gonna hit the road. I’ll call you.”

I leaned in and kissed him before stepping out of the car.

With shaking hands I pulled my skirt down as much as possible, and once I entered Dr. Jonathan Drake’s office building, I looked around carefully to make sure nobody was there before pulling off those soaked, stretched-out panties and throwing them into the trash can.

I really hope my therapist won’t notice that my thighs are glistening with arousal and that I have no panties.

The very thought itself made my pussy clench, and I almost came.