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Emma knows better- but it was the end of shift, and she was tired, and Dr. Park had slowed to a stop and looked at her through the rolled down window and jerked his head to the side. “Get in,” he snapped, and she crossed around the sleek blue car and climbed in, shivering with anticipation.
Now he's got her on his bed, bent forward on her knees, moaning with every sharp thrust of his hips. His cock is thick and hard, filling her up, the heavy muscles of his thighs clenched tight. She came on his fingers first, thick strong surgeon hands prying her open and finding where she flinches and squirms.
His hands slide up from her hips as she droops lower, arms giving out. Fuck, he feels so good, Emma's brain is sticky and slow with every bruising rut into her pussy, and she only mumbles and whines when he grips her braids.
“You know what these are called?” He pants, dark and mean. “Fuckin’ handlebars,” and he hauls back, forcing Emma's spine to arch, her tits bouncing as he picks up speed. Her neck aches, little whines and whimpers forced out.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, and her belly twists, “oh- oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck-!” All her muscles draw up, tight, before snapping out a release, a soft groan rippling out of her throat as her pussy clenches, clit throbbing, around the steady unstoppable beat of Dr. Park fucking her wide open, fucking her brain out of her ears, until she's left in that hazy syrupy place where common sense goes to die.
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Park is having a fucking amazing time. Shy big eyed nurse, eager to please, she's just what he likes- and best of all, she likes him, had blushed and ducked her head when he passed her in the hall and checked out his ass after.
She's just too fucking easy.
He laughs, and lets go of one braid to smack her ass. “Did you just fucking come again? Kids these days, can't hold it together for anything.” He pulls out, leaving Emma whining, bereft, using her braid to drag her over onto her side. One leg is lifted to his shoulder, the other pinned beneath his own, and Emma moans and squirms as he fits his cock back inside her pussy.
His fingers find her clit, rub over it, making a mess of the slick sticking to her folds, the thicker creamy come making a ring at the base of his cock. “Nurse, time for your exam,” he croons, mocking, and grins at the way her cheeks burn, her eyes shine with tears. “Let's test that endurance, how about we shoot for an even four orgasms? No?” Her head shakes, the tight pressure in her belly only growing as he keeps rubbing, keeps pounding into her, the fumbling weak attempts to push his hand away fading into a pitiful little clutch at a pillow. “Yeah, you're right. Only the best for you- let's go for six,” and Park slaps his hand down on her pussy, heel of his palm grinding in, and groans as she shrieks and comes around his cock, a sweet little puddle of barely-grown girl making a sloppy mess in his bed.
Fuck, he’s going to eat her alive.
Park pushes Emma's leg up higher, bending it out and bringing the knee down. “Nurse, next question: what's this joint called?” He says, and pauses just long enough to dig his fingers into the soft flesh of her hip. The joint moves smoothly, stretching easily. Emma mumbles through her tears. “Hmm, what's that? I have no patience for incompetence,” and her pussy clenches tight around him.
“Fem…femora…” she slurs, and Park digs his fingers into the nerve to make her yelp.
“Femoroacetabular, yes, very good,” he praises, sacharinne and cold, and rewards his very smart little nurse with a fast rub over her clit with his middle finger, and his index and ring both pushing on either side, stimulating the underside of the nerve.
Emma gushes through another orgasm, gasping and shaking, the little pulses tugging on his cock, stronger and deeper now. Her eyes are glossy and blank.
Park the Shark, they call him, cold blooded, calculating, and snapping up all the little fish in his path. Too bad for her, no one warned her about him until it was too late.
Park spits on his fingers, though he doesn't really need it, wet as she is, and rubs around the thin, sensitive flesh where she's stretched around his cock. She tries to squirm away at that, but she can't go anywhere, pinned with his body, and his cock throbs at seeing the way she strains and then suddenly relaxes, drool shiny on her lips, her cheek.
“Was that another? Did you come again from me almost putting my fingers in here?” He's delighted. Five now, but the last one he wants for himself, and he angles her hips back and starts pounding harder, panting, finding the spongy little bump and pushing down on her lower belly to really make it burn, make her feel every inch of his cock, as she moans and wails.
Emma suddenly gasps, rigid, and starts pushing at him again, a spark in her eyes. “No- wait, wait, stop,” she pleads, and Park ignores her, smelling blood in the water.
He's focused now, the mocking and teasing gone, bending Emma's leg up to her chest, feeling her desperation grow, the way she tries to speak and loses her words with a flutter of her lashes, a slack tongue peeking forward over her teeth. He wants to clamp that tongue down and fuck her mouth through a rib spreader. He wants to put her on his table and break her down into parts. He wants to come, deep into her belly, making her take all of it, because she was too small and sweet to remind him to wear a condom.
Park groans, Emma sobbing and pleading, and feels the first hot spurts against his belly and cock; every ruthless pound of his hips, his cock, driving in against the most sensitive nerves of her body, pushing her further through the quick little nothing orgasms and into this, his favorite, the high of every shy tech and flirting nurse, every new resident who thinks they can take him for a ride: Emma drools and bucks against the mattress, groaning, her eyes rolling, as her poor swollen pussy clenches and gushes and squirts, hot and sopping wet, the muscles of her thighs and belly all spasming.
Park takes a moment to commit it to memory, her cheeks dark red, her hair wild, the splash of fluids coating her skin, the way her face sags into brief unconsciousness, and then presses his hips tight up to hers, cock pulsing out his own orgasm, deep and deeper with every grind, as sweat drips off his face and chest to splash across Emma like sea spray.
She's shivering as she comes down from it, pussy milking his cock, and he stays inside, gently stroking her cheek, thumbing at the corner of her mouth where there's a pinkish smear. She'd bit her tongue, or the inside of her lip.
Park licks it off his thumb, and then rubs it across her clit. Six was the goal, but he's the best, and that means you don't meet a goal and quit- you keep going until you can't anymore.
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Emma shudders as the door closes behind her. Home at last, Park driving away without a backward glance, leaving her on the step with her keys in a shaking hand.
She's sweating, sticky, her hair is wild, she doesn't know what time it is and barely what day. There's livid red bite marks on her throat, her breasts, down to her thighs- Park had eaten her, teeth tugging and nipping like his namesake, until she came with his teeth on her clit. He'd fingered her open and made her recite the medical names of all the female genitals, then made her recite them using other words- hole, cunt, bitch button.
His come is leaking out of her aching, swollen, stinging pussy, staining her leggings. She can't stop the way her belly quivers and tightens as every step up the stairs had dragged the seam across her clit.
She looks down at her phone, the battery flashing red, open to her texts.
Right at the top is a new number.
See you tomorrow.