Sick Day Medicine

Eveline Dellai lounged in her college classroom, her fingers delicately tracing the rim of a water glass as she feigned a sudden bout of nausea. Her luscious curves were draped in a provocative blouse, the way she arched her back and clutched her stomach sending a shiver through Maximo Garcia. For weeks, he’d been her steadfast caretaker, sneaking her extra notes and whispering reassurances when she’d feign headaches or stomach cramps. But today, as he hovered over her, his patience snapped. With a smirk, he pulled her chair back, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in, breathing hotly against her ear. "You’re not sick," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You’re just tired of being my little nurse." Without warning, he lifted her effortlessly, his lips crashing into hers as he carried her to the storeroom. The door slammed shut, and the world faded away. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue darting into her mouth, while his fingers unfastened her blouse, his palms sliding over her bare skin. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pinned her against the wall, his hardness pressing against her thigh. "Let’s teach you a lesson," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. With a deep, growling thrust, he drove into her, his movements rough and relentless, each penetration a declaration of his possessive need. She moaned, her body arching into his, her legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed her neck, his lips tracing a path down to her collarbone. The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, the scent of sweat and passion thick in the air. He kissed her feverishly, his hands tugging her skirt down, his fingers fumbling with her underwear. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as he took her with a force that left her breathless, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. When it was done, he cradled her, his chest pressed against hers, his voice a low rumble. "Now you’re truly mine."