He wrapped a hand around the base—still gloveless now, his skin bare and warm-looking—and stroked himself slowly, from root to tip, squeezing a fresh drop of pre-cum out that dribbled down the underside. The motion was hypnotic, the way his fist glided over the shaft, making it twitch. "You want this, don't you, Mia?" he asked, his voice low and rough, eyes locked on mine with that predatory gleam. "Your eyes are glued to it. Tell me how badly."

I licked my lips, my breath coming in shallow pants. "Yes, Doctor... please. It's so fucking big. I need it." My pussy clenched around nothing, another trickle of my arousal leaking...