Dr. Single Dad: A Single Doctor and Virgin Romance

by Dark Angel

  Lucy bites her lip and moans.

  I speed up just a little on her clit. “But I’m not letting you come yet.”

  Lucy sighs and her breathing gets more labored. She’s so close but not quite there, and I’m not letting her get there. I move my mouth to her other breast and I work even faster on her clit, but now I only slide my cock in some. She needs to take me deep to come. Lucy needs so much more fucking from me to orgasm. I love that about her. Plenty of girls could come from the clit rubbing and such, and that’s fine, but Lucy fucking needs me. Needs my permission, needs my cock, needs my fingers, needs my mouth. If I’m not consuming her utterly, then she’s letting me hold her on the brink. And I fucking love that. I crave it. This has ruined me for anyone else. I'll never be able to fuck anyone the way I fuck Lucy because no one fucking craves me the way Lucy seems to.

  Why this sweet woman who's so much better than I could even hope to be even wants me or lets me keep fucking her, I don’t know.

  I know why she fucked me the first time. Curiosity continued what started out of her family loyalty. But she knows now how right about me that she was and I gave her the option. Fuck I tried to let her go. I wished for both of us that she could want to go. Instead, here we are. I’m fucking her so slowly and shallowly that I can barely breathe. My cock is twitching and despite the agony my balls are loading up. Her body is shivering, trembling with my every touch. But neither one of us is coming. We both like being suspended in this limbo.

  “Gian, fuck,” Lucy says, and I look up to see her eyes watering. “Fuuuuuck,” she moans out when I sink my teeth into her breast again. “I need you,” she says in the sweetest goddamn voice.

  That’s how you fucking break a spell. I don’t even think about it and I’m closing my mouth over hers, slamming my cock deep into her.

  “Damn, baby girl, you fucking kill all my resolve,” I say with a laugh when my lips ghost over hers so that we can both catch our breath. “Still not letting you come, though. I want to keep you so close. I just need my cock deeper in you before we both die.” I tell her the truth. Both parts are so true. I can’t stand not being buried inside of her. And I’m not ending this moment, how much we’re building up to the orgasm.

  “Oh yeah?” Lucy says, and I hear the challenge in her voice. Her pussy clenches around me and I nearly cum right then and there. And she knows that if I orgasm, it'll set her off. That’s just how fucking dirty my sweet little girl is. Like, Lucy was just a virgin and now she’s such a perfect little orgasm addict, I can’t handle how fucking hot that is and she knows it.

  I grab both of her wrists and cage her hands up above her head.

  I slam my cock into her harder.

  It looks like I'm giving her everything she wants. Like she’s winning.

  But I hear that sweet little moan and I know, sure, it seems that way. But we both know she took a gamble there and she’s not going to win against me. Giancarlo fucking Sandoval is the house, and the house always wins.

  “Fuck,” Lucy cries out.

  “I'm going to keep fucking you, all night, Lucy,” I promise her. My cock is eager to come, but more eager to keep being inside her. I’m going to fuck her for a long time before I let myself come. Then I’m going to fuck her some more. “God, I want to,” I moan low in my throat.

  “Fuck me all day tomorrow. Let me cum and sleep in your arms tonight,” Lucy says.

  And how the fuck does a man say no to that?

  “You’ve got me under your thumb, do you, Lucy?” I say with a laugh. “You’re good at getting what you want from me. And you’re good at dancing. So keep doing both,” I tell her. I meant to wait till after, but I can’t stand it anymore. I want her to know that I value her happiness above everything else. “I don’t want to keep you from anything. If you find something you love, let it take as much of your time as you like.” I pray that it means I’ll still get time with her…I don’t know how I would stay away. But this is all the strength I have to tell her that if she wants to leave me, she can. I already said as much before, but I need to reiterate that I truly mean it.

  And now I have. “Now cum for me, Lucy,” I say, slamming my cock deep in her. I feel her pussy squeeze around my cock and her little screams are music to my ears.

  I’m close to cumming, but this time I want to pull out and do it on those sexy tits. I can’t lie, seeing other men ogling them has left me with a deep urge to unload a gallon of cum all over them and make them solely mine for the night. She said she wanted to cum and then sleep…and I probably shouldn’t be super gluing her to me so I’ll have to help her clean it off, but I can’t help myself.

  When I feel her shuddering stop, I pull out.

  Lucy gasps.

  Oh, baby girl, you have no idea how filthy I can be. I’ve only just started fucking you.

  I may be done for the night when I finish cumming on her tits, but so long as I'm fucking Lucy, I’m going to show her the very meaning of sin. I’ll kiss, lick, suck, and cum all over her perfect body and hope that she never wants anyone else. I’ll never forget how earnestly she told me that she was glad she would never fuck anyone else. No fucking way anyone will fuck her the way I do. I don’t ever want us to find out.

  My cock shoots ropes of cum on her tits, so much cum coming out of me that even I’m surprised. She looks so good covered in it that it almost makes my head spin a little.

  Her soft pink tongue pokes out of her mouth and I don’t have to be told twice. I finish on her tongue, hearing her moan as she licks it up. I watch her lift her nipples up to her mouth and lick them.

  I don’t know where the fuck that idea came from, but I never cease to be amazed by how perfectly Lucy’s mind works.

  Lucy

  The cold, unfeeling letters against the stone make me glad to have asked Gian to come with me to visit Tommy. I asked him to come with me, and I’ll go into Tommy’s room alone. My fingers feel safe inside Gian’s.

  “Welcome to Sutherland Rehabilitation Facilities,” a woman in lavender scrubs greets us at reception.

  “Hi,” I say with a little shake in my voice. Gian puts his other hand to the small of my back. “I’m Lucy Tomlinson, here to see Thomas Tomlinson, my brother.” I already feel less stressed and more excited because I want to see his face. I've never gone so long without seeing my brother’s face. I took care of him.

  I’m glad someone else, a professional, or a team of them by the upscale looks of these facilities, was able to take care of Tommy for me. For a second I feel a brush of guilt, but I know that I need to let myself have my own life.

  A strange life that is nothing like what I pictured for myself…but that’s the strange thing. Until my bother was taken care of, I had never really imagined what my life might look like if I could choose. When I thought I wanted to run far away from Gian, I imagined that my brother and I would go live boring lives in some small town until we were creaky and old.

  But now I've quit my job at the diner, and I don’t have my apartment anymore. I have a friend. A probably married boyfriend. My life isn’t anything like what I imagined. But now I have hope and the possibility to figure out just what I want that to be.

  And the idea that someone else is married to Gian sours everything in my stomach instantly. The weight of it hits me and when I’m following the nurse to Tommy’s room, I look back at Gian with pleading eyes as he sits down in the waiting area at reception.

  Maybe I can’t have the one thing I never knew that I wanted because Gian must belong to someone else.

  I feel so stupid. I can’t be thinking about this now. What if the worry reads all over my face and it upsets Tommy, who has already been through so much?

  I inhale deeply and look at the closed door the nurse leaves me at.

  I walk in with a smile on my face. Tommy looks clean and well taken care of, but he looks utterly exhausted. He also looks pissed when he sees me, which takes me aback.

  “Luce, I can’t believe you let that asshole thr
ow me in this place,” Tommy says, gritting his teeth and looking up at me with narrowed eyes. “And if you’re fucking him, I don’t want to believe that either. But I can’t believe I’m finally sober,” Tommy says and I hear his voice crack. “I feel like I haven’t seen myself or my own life in years, Luce, thank you so much. But there’s something that I have to tell you,” Tommy says, reaching out for my hand.

  I sit down in the chair next to his bed and hold his hand. It feels warm and clean and makes me breathe so much easier.

  “Lucy, Giancarlo Sandoval’s crazy wife and this other dude I owed money to, this biker Luke Gravos, they wanted me to kill their husbands. They were promising to erase my debts and make me a wealthy man,” Tommy says this, and I see him searching my eyes for something.

  My reaction? To see if I knew this already?

  I can’t breathe for a second and I’m so confused.

  The note…it wasn’t about how he owed Gian more than anyone else. It was because that’s who these women wanted him to cross off first. The idea of Gian being hurt terrifies me. The idea that someone who should care about him — whoever this wife of his is — orchestrating the hurt kills me. And Tommy, a killer? That’s almost too much for me to handle and I can’t say anything right now. I should. My lips part and nothing comes out.

  “I just wanted to give us a better life, Luce. I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t exactly say no to them. But…Gian told me that it has been taken care of. He told me yesterday, on the phone, he told me everything.” Tommy squeezes my hand again. “Lucy, do you trust Giancarlo Sandoval? Can we trust this guy?”

  I don’t know much about these deals, but I know that I can trust Gian. No matter my doubts or the dumb fights we've had, no matter how strange our courtship was if you would even call it that, I know I can trust Gian. I feel it deeper in my bones than I’ve ever felt anything before in my life. “Yes, I trust Gian. I love him,” I say, finally looking at Tommy.

  Tears are welling in my eyes and when Tommy pulls me into his arms, I’m so grateful. I can’t believe that only a few weeks ago, Tommy was strung out, I was barely able to pay for my box of an apartment, and I had no friends in the world.

  Gian told me that he was going to keep me forever.

  I know he wanted to tell me about his wife — I know that he was going to tell me something before, after I was dancing with Margo, and I didn’t let him. It must've been easy to hold me and not say anything, because now the sadness I saw in his eyes makes so much sense.

  “Tommy, I’m so glad you’re doing better. I’m going to visit you every day. I know you’ll be out of here soon and you can do anything you want. You’re free,” I tell him, kissing him on the cheek.

  Tommy releases me and squeezes my hand before letting me go. “I still feel like I want to sleep for a thousand years…even though it's been like I was sleepwalking through life. But do me a favor. Don’t visit me. Enjoy having your own life, and then when I’m out of here, we can spend actual time together. I…I need time to decompress everything from the last seven years, to be honest. I haven’t been dealing with it like you have at all.”

  I purse my lips together. I want to argue with that, but I also want to give him what he’s asking for. Tommy deserves this. He’s asking me to leave him alone, but it isn’t like all the other times.

  “You know how to call if you need me. If you need anything,” I say, standing up. I’ll give him his space. “I love you, brother,” I tell Tommy. Walking out of that room is difficult, but an enormous weight on my shoulders is lifted, too. For the first time in my life, I know that my brother is going to be okay.

  I know that I’m going to be okay.

  I walk back out and see a downtrodden look on Gian’s face. He knows that I know the truth. He expects me to be angry.

  “The next time I dance, I’d like to not have a terrible ending,” I break the silence.

  It's a question in a way. If Gian doesn’t say something about how he’s not going to have that, well then I know that Gian has done so much good for me, but I need to be free of him. But what really makes me feel free is being with him.

  “You can have absolutely anything you want,” Gian says, and I hear the emotion thick in his voice. “I thought my wife, Terry, I thought she loved me a long time ago. I didn’t think I’d ever find someone else,” he says.

  I wrap my arm around Gian’s neck and kiss him. “But you did?” I ask in a whisper quiet voice.

  “I have,” Gian says, kissing my nose.

  “Thank you for everything,” I say. I don’t want to rehash everything right now. I just want to go home. And home? Home is wherever Gian is.

  Lucy

  After more than a rocky start and some twists I couldn’t have imagined, the day I never dared dream of is here.

  I’d offered my body to Giancarlo Sandoval. I thought it would be for one night, but it was for the rest of my life.

  We were both in too deep and when he said I could leave, all I wanted was to stay.

  His ex-wife Terry decided to get my brother to kill him.

  And now, a finalized divorce, a crazy ex-wife being considerably less crazy with someone else, and nothing to keep us from being happy, Gian and I are getting married.

  “I could have taken you anywhere in the world, you know,” Gian whispered to me.

  Call me tacky but I wanted to get married in Wicked Paradise. Getting married in a casino is not normally the classiest act, sure, but I found it romantic to get married in the place where we met. The place where we first kissed. The place where we both learned to open up our hearts and love again.

  “I have everything I’ve ever wanted, right now,” I say, and my eyes are already watering.

  “You may now kiss the bride,” the priest tells us, and Gian grabs me tight and kisses me so hard, so passionately, so rough and tender at once, I forget that we’re anywhere else or with anyone…I moaned.

  What can I say, that’s how good Gian kisses me! The whole world evaporates, and my body responds.

  My face heats up and I know I must be bright red from embarrassment, but I also can’t manage to care because I have everything.

  When my heartbeat returns to normal, I look over at Tommy. He gave me away today, and I married Gian. The huge rock on my finger is weighing it down, but for the first time in my life I am actually free. Tommy gave me away, but he is more of a part of my life than ever.

  I have not one but two incredible men in my life right now and I’m so grateful I could burst. I reach out and squeeze Tommy’s hand.

  “You’re so beautiful, Luce. Congratulations,” Tommy says. His eyes are watering, and that makes my eyes water.

  Then I look over at Gian, and I can’t help it. I totally lose it. I’m a mess of happy tears and sounds of happiness, and I jump into his arms. Those strong arms that hold me so tight, spin me, and lift me up while he carts me off to the dance floor.

  “I know this is like so not kosher,” I say and bite my lower lip. “But you said Terry, your ex-wife, you said she was trying to have Tommy kill you. Did your employee, Zander, know? And are they really just off somewhere with a big pile of money?” I told myself that I wasn’t going to ask these things. Not because Gian didn’t want to tell me because I felt pretty sure he would. But still, I couldn’t help but ask.

  Gian’s eyes widen. “Oh, so you wanna do this here?” He says, but he’s laughing. I can’t believe how light the air is between us with such a heavy topic. “Zander didn’t know. The reason he was so torn up is because he’s always been so loyal. So wanting to be with Terry? He didn’t know what he was getting into then,” Gian laughs, running a hand down my back as he spins me around the dance floor more.

  I feel like a princess right now.

  Even if I’m talking about my husband’s ex-wife. I mean, we can’t all be virgins, can we?

  “Zander is still going to work for me, after they get back from a long vacation. Loyal people are extremely hard to find. Terry’s
parents are the ones that pushed her to marry me. I didn’t believe in love then, but I tried to love Terry. And Terry? I don’t know that she cared or believed either, but Zander dealt with the majority of her crap and they came out in love on the other side. Who would have guessed?” Gian kisses my forehead. “Love is…silly like that.”

  I have never heard Gian use a word like silly before and it tickles me. I think I actually giggle before Gian pulls me into his arms and kisses away all my thoughts.

  Happily ever after worked out surprisingly well for everyone, I guess, and I think about Tommy when I come up for air. He’s dancing with Margot…

  “Oh, Gian, look who is next!” I say, pointing with my eyes.

  “Your love is infectious,” Gian says in a mock accusatory tone. “Now they caught it, I think you’re right,” Gian nods, indicating how close they are dancing.

  Margot is blushing. She never blushes.

  We dance all night, until all our guests are tuckered out, and I’m exhausted. Gian carries me off to the elevator and I’m so beat, I fall right asleep in his arms.

  To think I used to lie awake at night, wondering if I could make rent, and now I can fall asleep in the elevator up to the penthouse suite I share with my husband.

  I didn’t need a big wedding. I had no big honeymoon plans. I had a very big love, and it was enough to fill every empty space in my heart.

  Lucy

  Coming back from a night of dancing usually winds me all up, but tonight is different. Because I knew that Gian was going to be busy with meetings all day, I kind of wanted to keep the home fires warm instead of doing anything else. I took a bath and read, then listened to music. It was so strange to be able to do this, but I quit my job at the diner after I saw how much I made dancing. The truth was that Gian made it very clear that I’d never have to work again. But I didn’t want that. I wanted to be able to do what I wanted and make money for me. But today I didn’t want to dance, didn’t feel like hanging out with anyone. I wouldn’t need it to be so excited for Gian’s arrival. In fact, I think that would've been too much for me. Today I needed to relax.