The Andrologist's Secret Therapy - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The moment I tried to struggle, Alexander Roscente's iron grip reminded me how pointless resistance was. The man simply didn't accept refusal.
His mocking voice dripped down like honey laced with poison. "Where's that professional confidence now, Dr. Laurent? Or am I about to become your first failure?"
The bastard was definitely doing this on purpose.
And damn him, he knew exactly how to push my buttons.
Defiance ran through my veins like fire. The idea of him being my one exception? Unacceptable.
Clenching my jaw, I parted my lips.
I wasn't completely inexperienced, though hardly an expert...
Ethan Winston had never managed to satisfy me, so after a few disappointing attempts, I'd stopped bothering.
Alexander hardened against me instantly.
He filled me completely, leaving no room for escape.
Every attempt to pull away just made his grip tighten.
The relentless rhythm continued in exhausting waves until my clothes clung to me with sweat.
Alexander? Not even winded.
Six rounds. Six. No man had ever reduced me to this trembling mess before.
When thirty minutes passed with no end in sight, frustrated tears pricked my eyes.
Just as I was ready to collapse, his strained voice cut through the haze. "Almost... I'm close."
Something about those words sparked fresh determination.
Gathering my last reserves, I pushed forward.
I'd hoped this time would be different—but fate laughed at me.
Alexander's stamina was inhuman.
Finally, I crumpled to the floor, lungs burning.
Then something unexpected—Alexander actually laughed.
Not his usual mocking chuckle, but something warm. Disarmingly genuine.
It stole what little breath I had left.
I blinked, wondering if exhaustion was making me hallucinate.
Before I could decide, strong arms lifted me effortlessly onto his lap.
Those massive hands worked at the knots in my waist as he murmured, "You and Ethan ended things a while back?"
I managed a weak nod.
"Want me to return the favor?" His fingers had already slipped under my skirt, finding that perfect spot with terrifying accuracy.
I jerked like I'd been shocked, nearly falling.
Alexander's arm became an iron bar across my back. "Let me take care of you too. Just once?"
That voice—dark chocolate and sin—was impossible to resist.
Every logical thought fled. That face. That body. A year of pent-up frustration.
I grabbed him and crushed our mouths together.
Alexander met me with equal hunger, our kiss turning into a battle.
Meanwhile, I could feel him rocking against my thigh.
Too good. Not enough...
Alexander clearly agreed. In one smooth motion, he had me pinned to the couch, my skirt shoved up and panties gone before I could protest.
His mocking voice dripped down like honey laced with poison. "Where's that professional confidence now, Dr. Laurent? Or am I about to become your first failure?"
The bastard was definitely doing this on purpose.
And damn him, he knew exactly how to push my buttons.
Defiance ran through my veins like fire. The idea of him being my one exception? Unacceptable.
Clenching my jaw, I parted my lips.
I wasn't completely inexperienced, though hardly an expert...
Ethan Winston had never managed to satisfy me, so after a few disappointing attempts, I'd stopped bothering.
Alexander hardened against me instantly.
He filled me completely, leaving no room for escape.
Every attempt to pull away just made his grip tighten.
The relentless rhythm continued in exhausting waves until my clothes clung to me with sweat.
Alexander? Not even winded.
Six rounds. Six. No man had ever reduced me to this trembling mess before.
When thirty minutes passed with no end in sight, frustrated tears pricked my eyes.
Just as I was ready to collapse, his strained voice cut through the haze. "Almost... I'm close."
Something about those words sparked fresh determination.
Gathering my last reserves, I pushed forward.
I'd hoped this time would be different—but fate laughed at me.
Alexander's stamina was inhuman.
Finally, I crumpled to the floor, lungs burning.
Then something unexpected—Alexander actually laughed.
Not his usual mocking chuckle, but something warm. Disarmingly genuine.
It stole what little breath I had left.
I blinked, wondering if exhaustion was making me hallucinate.
Before I could decide, strong arms lifted me effortlessly onto his lap.
Those massive hands worked at the knots in my waist as he murmured, "You and Ethan ended things a while back?"
I managed a weak nod.
"Want me to return the favor?" His fingers had already slipped under my skirt, finding that perfect spot with terrifying accuracy.
I jerked like I'd been shocked, nearly falling.
Alexander's arm became an iron bar across my back. "Let me take care of you too. Just once?"
That voice—dark chocolate and sin—was impossible to resist.
Every logical thought fled. That face. That body. A year of pent-up frustration.
I grabbed him and crushed our mouths together.
Alexander met me with equal hunger, our kiss turning into a battle.
Meanwhile, I could feel him rocking against my thigh.
Too good. Not enough...
Alexander clearly agreed. In one smooth motion, he had me pinned to the couch, my skirt shoved up and panties gone before I could protest.
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