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Weekly Poll #9 - OC / Ann Perkins (Parks and Rec) {Story 17}

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The third-floor supply closet smelled of antiseptic and clean linen, a scent that had become a personal hell for Ann. She leaned against a stack of folded sheets, eyes closed, replaying the text from Chris for the tenth time. “Ann, my evening meditation app indicated a 4% decrease in REM sleep efficiency. I must reschedule our romantic calorie-controlled meal. My body is a temple, and we must protect its foundation.”

A temple. She wanted to burn it to the ground.

The closet door clicked open. Ann didn't have to look up. She knew the height of the silhouette, the calm, confident weight of his presence. Dr. Antony Damion. He closed the door, plunging the small space into semi-darkness, lit only by the sliver of light under the door.

"Tired of the temple talk?" Antony's voice was a low rumble, no fake sympathy in it.

Ann just nodded, throat tight.

"He's not a man, Ann. He's a walking, talking Fitbit." He stepped closer, heat rolling off his body in the cramped space. "He monitors your heart rate but has no idea how to make it race. He counts your calories but doesn't know what it is to feast." His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, the touch sending a spark straight down her spine. "He'll never fuck you like you need to be fucked."

Ann's breath caught. She turned her head slightly, lips grazing the rough pad of his thumb.

"Tell me to leave," he said, voice dropping. His hand settled on the curve of her neck, thumb pressing lightly over her racing pulse. "Tell me you'd rather go home to another kale smoothie and eight hours of optimized sleep."

She didn't even hesitate. "Don't leave." Her voice came out rough, almost broken. "Fuck me."

A smile tugged at his mouth. He didn't waste time on sweet talk or asking twice. His hand slid into her hair, gripping just tight enough to hold her in place. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet room. He shoved his scrubs down and freed his cock—thick, heavy, already hard and leaking at the tip.

"On your knees."

Ann sank down immediately, the cold tile pressing into her knees through the thin scrub pants. At thirty-five, her body still turned heads in the hallways—curvy and soft in all the right places from years of skipped gym sessions and stress eating. Her ass was full and round, the kind that strained against her scrubs when she bent over to check charts, cheeks plush and heavy with a natural jiggle that no amount of Chris’s “optimized movement protocols” could flatten. Her tits were generous C-cups, full and pendulous, sitting high enough to draw lingering glances but heavy enough that they swayed noticeably when she walked briskly down the ward. Right now they pressed against the front of her scrub top, nipples already tightening into stiff peaks from the adrenaline and the low, commanding tone of his voice.

Antony towered over her in the dim light, his thick cock bobbing just inches from her face, the flushed head glistening with a bead of pre-cum that caught the faint sliver of hallway light. He didn’t rush her. Instead, he reached down and cupped her jaw with one large hand, thumb stroking slowly across her lower lip, parting it gently.

“Open,” he said.

Ann parted her lips. Before he guided his cock in, Antony slid his thumb between them, pressing the rough pad flat against her tongue. The taste of his skin—salt and faint traces of surgical soap—hit her immediately. She closed her mouth around the digit instinctively, sucking gently at first, then harder, her tongue swirling around it in slow, deliberate circles. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew him deeper, treating his thumb like it was already his cock, sucking with wet, obscene little sounds that filled the tiny closet.

Antony’s breath hitched. He watched her with hooded eyes as she worked his thumb—licking the underside, sucking rhythmically, letting her saliva coat it until it glistened. He pushed it in and out slowly, fucking her mouth with just his thumb while his other hand stayed fisted in her hair.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough. “Show me how bad you’ve been starving for this.”

Ann moaned around his thumb, the vibration traveling straight through his hand. She sucked harder, head bobbing slightly, tongue pressing and sliding along every ridge and groove. Saliva began to drip from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin in a thin, shiny trail. Her full tits rose and fell faster with each breath, the soft weight of them straining against her top, nipples visibly hard now and rubbing against the fabric with every small movement of her upper body.

She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes glassy with need, and hollowed her cheeks again, sucking his thumb deep until her lips met the base of it. The wet, slurping sounds grew louder—filthy and intimate in the confined space. Antony’s cock twitched visibly in front of her face, another thick bead of pre-cum welling at the slit and slowly dripping down the veined shaft.

“Fuck,” he breathed, finally pulling his thumb free with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his glistening digit for a moment before breaking. He smeared the wetness across her bottom lip, then across her cheek, marking her.

Without another word he gripped the base of his cock and guided the heavy head to her mouth. “Now this.”

Ann opened wider, lips stretching around the thick girth as he pushed inside. The salty-musky taste of him flooded her tongue immediately—real, raw, masculine. She took him as deep as she could on the first slide, cheeks hollowing again as she sucked, tongue working the underside while her hands came up to rest on his strong thighs.

Antony groaned low, the sound vibrating through his chest. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm as he started to rock his hips, feeding her more of his thick cock with each shallow thrust.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the closet—slick glides of her lips sliding along his veined shaft, soft gagging noises when the thick head bumped the back of her throat, and her own muffled, needy moans vibrating around his girth. Saliva spilled freely from the corners of her stretched mouth, dripping in shiny strands down her chin and onto the front of her scrub top, darkening the fabric over the swell of her full tits. Those heavy C-cups rose and fell rapidly with her labored breaths, the soft, rounded flesh jiggling slightly inside her top every time he pushed deeper.

Antony's breathing grew heavier, ragged, one hand still fisted tight in her dark hair while the other braced against the metal shelf above her for leverage. The faint smell of his skin—clean soap mixed with the unmistakable musk of arousal—filled her nose every time her lips brushed the base of his cock.

"Fuck, look at you," he muttered, voice low and rough, thick with satisfaction. "On your knees in a supply closet, choking on cock while your boyfriend's probably doing breathing exercises right now." He pulled out for a second, the heavy, spit-slick head of his cock dragging across her swollen lips and then across her cheek, smearing a messy trail of her saliva and his pre-cum over her flushed skin. "He worries about germs. Meanwhile his nurse is getting her throat used like this."

The words hit her low in the gut, a sharp pulse of heat flooding straight to her core. Her panties were already soaked through, the crotch clinging wetly to her swollen folds. She looked up at him, eyes watery and glassy with lust, lips parted and shiny, and opened her mouth wider in silent invitation.

Antony groaned deep and slid back in, fucking her face harder now, his hips snapping forward with more force. The rhythm turned relentless—long, deep strokes that forced her throat to open around him, making her gag wetly and drool even more. Each thrust pushed her nose against the dark, trimmed hair at the base of his cock when he buried himself fully, her throat contracting around the thick head. Her generous tits swayed heavily inside her scrubs, nipples stiff and aching as they rubbed against the fabric with every jolt of her body.

Her hands clutched desperately at his strong thighs, nails digging into the muscle through his scrub pants, holding on as he used her mouth. The wet, filthy noises grew louder in the small space—the constant slick glide of her lips and tongue, the repeated soft gags, the quiet, desperate hum of her moans vibrating along his shaft. Drool ran freely down her chin now, dripping onto her tits and soaking the front of her top in dark patches that outlined the full, rounded shape of her breasts.

"That's it. Get it nice and wet for what's coming," he growled, voice strained with building pleasure.

She could feel him swelling even thicker in her mouth, the veins pulsing hot and heavy against her tongue as his cock throbbed with every thrust. His grip in her hair tightened almost to the point of pain, holding her exactly where he wanted her. With a low, guttural sound he thrust deep and held there, hips pressed flush against her face as he came—hot, thick pulses of cum shooting straight down her throat in heavy spurts.

Ann swallowed frantically around him, moaning loudly, the rich, salty taste of his load overwhelming her senses. She kept sucking even as he started to soften slightly, her tongue working greedily to milk every last drop from his twitching cock until he finally pulled free with a wet, obscene pop. A final thin string of saliva and cum stretched between her lips and the head of his dick before it broke and landed on her chin.

She stayed on her knees for a second, breathing hard through her mouth, lips swollen and shiny, chin and chest glistening with spit and cum. Her full tits heaved with every shaky breath, the damp fabric of her scrubs clinging to their soft, heavy curves.

Antony looked down at her, chest rising and falling, raw satisfaction clear in his eyes.

He didn't give her long to recover. He pulled her up by the arm, spun her around, and bent her forward over the edge of a mobile gurney parked against the wall. The metal frame was cool under her palms. He yanked her scrub pants and panties down in one rough motion, letting them bunch at her ankles. Cool air hit her bare ass and the slick heat between her thighs.

Her ass was full and plush, the kind of generous, heart-shaped curves that filled out her scrubs perfectly and jiggled with every step she took on the ward. The soft, pale cheeks rippled as he manhandled her into position, heavy enough that they spread naturally when she bent over, revealing the soaked, puffy lips of her pussy already glistening with arousal.

"Fuck," he muttered, hands immediately gripping her ass, fingers digging deep into the soft, yielding flesh. He kneaded it hard, possessively, pulling her cheeks apart roughly so he could stare at her dripping core. His thumbs brushed over her soaked folds, spreading her wetness around and making her clit throb. "Look at this pretty cunt. Soaking wet already." He slapped one cheek hard, the sharp crack echoing through the small closet, her plush flesh rippling visibly under the impact, a red handprint blooming on the pale skin. Then he slapped the other cheek even harder, making her gasp sharply as the sting bloomed into heat and her ass jiggled again.

He spread her open wider with his thumbs, staring hungrily at her dripping pussy—pink, swollen, and visibly clenching with need. "Traeger probably thinks the clit is some kind of myth he read about in a medical journal." His voice was dark with amusement and hunger.

Antony lined up his cock—still hard, still slick from her mouth—and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Ann cried out sharply, the sudden massive stretch and overwhelming fullness punching the air from her lungs. He was thick, girthy enough that her pussy had to open wide around him, and the bent-over angle had him bottoming out instantly, the blunt head pressing hard against that sensitive spot deep inside her that made her toes curl tight and her vision spark.

He didn't ease in or give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard from the very first stroke, hips snapping forward with raw power, the loud, wet smack of skin on skin echoing sharply off the metal shelves and tiled walls. Each powerful thrust drove her hips forward against the edge of the gurney, her upper body jolting, her full, heavy tits swaying heavily inside her scrub top. The generous C-cups bounced and slapped together with every impact, her stiff nipples dragging roughly against the thin fabric, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight to her clit.

"Shit—Antony—" she gasped, voice breaking as she pushed her ass back to meet his next thrust, her plush cheeks rippling from the force.

His hand cracked against her ass again, harder this time, the sharp slap ringing out as her soft, round flesh jiggled and reddened under his palm. "I own this cunt now." The words came out rough, possessive a raw truth in the heat of it. He reached around her hip without slowing his punishing rhythm, his fingers finding her swollen, slippery clit. He rubbed fast, tight circles over the sensitive nub, the pressure firm and relentless while he kept pounding deep into her soaked pussy.

The pressure built fast and vicious, coiling tight in her belly. Ann's moans quickly turned into sharp, desperate cries that she tried to muffle against her arm, her walls fluttering wildly around his thick cock. The wet, filthy sounds of him driving into her soaked pussy filled the cramped closet—loud, rhythmic slapping of his hips against her jiggling ass mixed with the obscene, squelching noises of her drenched cunt taking every inch, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs.

He leaned over her, his broad chest pressing flush against her back, sweat already starting to slick between them. His mouth hovered right next to her ear, hot breath fanning over her skin as he growled low, "Cum on my cock, Ann. Let me feel you fall apart."

It hit her hard. Her orgasm crashed through her like a freight train, her cunt clamping down on him like a vice, pulsing and squeezing rhythmically around his thrusting cock. Her thighs shook violently, knees nearly buckling as she came with a broken, high-pitched scream that echoed in the small space. Her vision whited out for several long seconds, pleasure ripping through every nerve. Fresh juices flooded around his cock, soaking his balls and dripping messily down her inner thighs in warm, slippery trails.

Antony groaned loud and deep, his hips stuttering as her spasming walls milked him. "Fuck—good girl." He buried himself as deep as he could go, grinding against her ass, and came hard, pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum straight into her clenching pussy. She could feel every single pulse—hot, powerful spurts flooding her deep inside, spurt after spurt marking her, filling her until she felt overly full. The warmth spread through her core as he emptied himself completely.

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard and ragged, sweat starting to slick their skin and making their scrubs cling uncomfortably. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air—thick, musky, salty cum mixed with her sweet arousal and the sharp, underlying antiseptic of the hospital closet. It was filthy and intoxicating.

But he wasn't finished. Not even close.

He pulled out slowly, deliberately, his thick cock sliding free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick trail of his cum immediately leaked from her stretched, puffy pussy, running in a warm, pearly line down her inner thigh. He yanked her scrub pants and ruined panties back up just enough so she could walk, the fabric quickly soaking through with their combined mess against her sensitive skin. Then he took her hand firmly in his and led her out of the closet into the dim, empty corridor. The hospital was quiet after hours, only the low, steady hum of machines and occasional distant beeps breaking the heavy silence.

They moved quickly and quietly to the on-call room a few doors down. Antony pushed the door open, checked it was empty with a quick glance, then pulled her inside and locked it firmly behind them.

He sat on the edge of the narrow cot, pants shoved down just enough, his cock jutting up again—still glistening with their combined mess, hard and ready. "Your turn. Ride me."

Ann didn't hesitate. She kicked off her shoes and shoved her scrub pants and ruined panties all the way off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Straddling him reverse, back to his chest, she lined herself up and sank down onto his thick length.

The stretch burned in the best way, her cum-filled cunt taking him easily, the messy mix of their earlier loads making everything slick and filthy. Her plush, full ass settled against his lap as she took every inch, the generous cheeks spreading wide over his thighs. She braced her hands on his knees and started moving—slow, rolling grinds at first, getting used to the depth, then building into steady bounces, her hips working in a strong, rhythmic motion. Every time she dropped down, her soft, round ass cheeks rippled visibly, the heavy flesh jiggling and slapping wetly against his thighs with loud, obscene smacks that filled the small room.

Antony's hands immediately slid under her scrub top, shoving the thin fabric up roughly until it bunched above her breasts. He palmed her full, heavy tits with both hands, squeezing the soft, yielding weight hard enough that his fingers sank deep into the plush flesh. They swayed and bounced freely with every rise and fall of her body, the generous C-cups jiggling heavily in his grip. He pinched her stiff nipples hard between his fingers, twisting and tugging just enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure straight to her core and make her moan louder, the sound raw and needy.

"Fuck, these tits," he growled, voice low and gravelly right against her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin. He mauled them possessively, kneading the soft mounds roughly, lifting them up and letting them drop so they bounced and slapped together, watching the way they moved while she rode him. "Bounce so nice while you ride my cock."

Ann's head fell back against his shoulder, her breath coming in short, gasping pants. Sweat was already beading along her hairline. She rode him harder, hips slamming down faster, chasing the intense friction as his thick cock dragged perfectly against every sensitive spot inside her swollen, cum-slick pussy. The narrow cot creaked loudly under their combined weight with every bounce. Wet, filthy sounds filled the small on-call room—her soaked pussy sliding up and down his shaft with constant squelching noises, the loud slap of her plump ass cheeks against his thighs, and the wet smack of her heavy tits in his hands.

One of his hands eventually left her breast and slid down her stomach, finding her swollen clit again. He rubbed it in firm, fast circles, the pressure perfect and unrelenting. "That's it. Take what you need. Show me how bad you want it."

The angle, the deep fullness of his cock stretching her, the rough way he continued mauling her bouncing tits with one hand while working her clit with the other—it all built fast and overwhelming. Ann's moans turned desperate and broken, her hips starting to stutter as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly. Another orgasm ripped through her hard and sudden, her cunt pulsing and clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft, thighs trembling violently against his legs. A fresh gush of wetness flooded out around his cock, coating his shaft and balls, dripping messily down onto the cot beneath them.

Antony cursed under his breath, his voice strained and rough. He gripped her wide hips tight with both hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, and slammed her down onto him hard, holding her impaled there as he came again. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside her once more, pulse after pulse filling her already messy cunt. She felt every single twitch and throb of his cock, her pulsing walls milking him greedily, drawing out every drop.

She slumped back against him, breathing ragged and uneven, sweat dampening her hair and making her scrub top cling to her skin. Cum was leaking out steadily around his still-buried cock, warm and thick, dripping down onto his thighs and the sheets in slow, pearly trails.

But Antony still wasn't done.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and stood, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Ann's legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, arms locking around his neck as she clung to him. His cock, still hard and slick with their combined mess, nudged insistently against her soaked entrance as he carried her across the small room to the large window overlooking the darkened city streets far below.

He pressed her back firmly against the cool glass, the sudden chill against her heated skin making her gasp sharply. The smooth, cold surface shocked her overheated body, sending goosebumps racing across her back and ass. Her bare, plump ass and spread legs were on full display to anyone who might glance up from the empty parking lot or quiet streets twenty floors down—though at this late hour it was unlikely anyone would see. Still, the thrill of exposure, the risk of being seen like this, sent a fresh rush of heat straight to her core, making her pussy clench with dirty excitement.

Antony adjusted his grip, strong hands cupping and supporting her full, soft ass cheeks, fingers digging possessively into the plush flesh as he spread her open slightly. He thrust up into her in one smooth, powerful motion. The new standing angle drove him impossibly deep, the thick head of his cock pressing hard against places inside her that made her eyes roll back. Ann moaned loud and unrestrained, her nails digging into his shoulders through his scrub top, leaving faint marks on the fabric.

"Look down," he said, voice rough and commanding as he started fucking her with steady, powerful upward strokes. Each thrust lifted her body slightly before letting gravity pull her back down onto his cock, her curvy frame bouncing on his thick length. "Everyone thinks you're the good, professional nurse. Sweet Ann Perkins." He slammed in harder, the force making her gasp. "But I know what you really are. My filthy little slut who'd rather get her cunt wrecked against a hospital window than go home to your partner."

The cold glass pressed relentlessly against her back and the sides of her full tits where her scrub top had ridden up. Her stiff nipples dragged against him with every bounce, the sharp contrast between the freezing glass and Antony's burning hot skin driving her absolutely crazy. Her heavy C-cup tits swayed and bounced heavily between their bodies, the soft, rounded flesh jiggling with each hard upward thrust, occasionally slapping lightly against his chest.

Antony's mouth found her neck, biting down on the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave marks, his tongue soothing the sting as he continued fucking her with deep, relentless strokes. The wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filled the room—skin meeting skin loudly, her soaked pussy taking every thick inch with filthy, squelching sounds that mixed with her breathless moans.

"Chris is probably at home right now," he grunted between powerful thrusts, voice strained with effort and lust, "logging his fucking heart rate, completely clueless that his girlfriend is getting railed twenty floors up, cum already dripping down her thighs."

The words, the raw filth of it, the sheer wrongness of being fucked like this while her boyfriend remained oblivious—it pushed her over the edge again. Ann came with a sobbing cry, her third orgasm crashing through her hard, walls fluttering and squeezing rhythmically around his thrusting cock. Her whole body shook violently in his arms, legs tightening desperately around his waist as waves of pleasure tore through her, fresh wetness gushing around his shaft.

Antony fucked her straight through it, his hips never slowing, powerful upward thrusts keeping her pinned against the glass as her orgasm rolled on and on. He only slowed when he couldn't hold back anymore. With a low growl he pulled out suddenly, setting her feet on the floor just enough to keep her steady. He stroked himself fast and rough, thick ropes of cum erupting across her stomach and heaving tits. Hot, pearly strands landed in messy streaks, smearing against her scrubs and the cool window glass as he marked her thoroughly, the cum slowly dripping down the curves of her breasts and belly.

They were both breathing hard, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat that made their bodies gleam in the low light. The room now smelled strongly of sex—thick, musky, salty, and dirty, the scent of sweat, cum, and her arousal hanging heavy in the air.

Antony looked at her, eyes dark and intense, chest still rising and falling rapidly. He wasn't finished fucking her yet.

He wiped his spent cock against her thigh, deliberately smearing the last drops of cum across her soft skin, then lifted her again like she weighed nothing. Ann’s legs wrapped loosely around him as he carried her back to the narrow cot in the on-call room. This time he laid her down gently on her back, the thin mattress creaking under their combined weight.

The room smelled thick with sex now—sweat, cum, her arousal, the faint antiseptic lingering underneath like a dirty secret. Ann’s scrubs were bunched up under her tits, her pants long gone, thighs sticky and glistening with trails of their mixed releases. Cum leaked slowly from her swollen, puffy pussy, warm and thick, trailing down toward her ass and soaking into the thin sheet beneath her.

Antony stripped off his scrub top and shoved his pants the rest of the way down, kicking them aside. His body was solid and powerful—broad shoulders, defined chest and arms honed from years of long surgeries and disciplined time in the gym, a light trail of dark hair running down his stomach to his still-hard cock. It jutted out proudly, slick and heavy with their combined mess, veins prominent along the thick shaft.

He climbed onto the narrow cot, spreading her legs wide with his knees. For the first time tonight there was no rush. He settled between her thighs, forearms braced on either side of her head, his solid weight pressing her deeper into the thin mattress. The head of his cock nudged against her messy entrance, sliding easily through the slick mix of their earlier loads, coating himself in the warm, sticky evidence of what they’d already done.

He pushed in slowly this time, inch by thick inch, letting her feel every ridge and vein as he filled her again. Ann’s breath hitched sharply, a soft, needy moan escaping her lips as her sore, cum-filled cunt stretched around his girth once more. The slow penetration made her acutely aware of how used and full she already was. He bottomed out completely, hips flush against hers, and stayed there for a long moment, grinding in slow, deliberate circles so his pelvis rubbed firmly against her swollen clit.

“Fuck… you feel that?” he murmured, voice low and rough against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “So fucking full of me already. Your pussy’s still twitching around my cock like it doesn’t want to let me go.”

Ann nodded weakly, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and pleasure, her hands sliding up the smooth expanse of his back. She could feel the sticky mess between them—his cum and hers coating his thick cock and her thighs, making every shallow movement wet and obscene. The sounds were quieter now but somehow filthier: soft, squelching noises every time he rolled his hips, the wet slide of flesh meeting flesh, the faint drip of cum being pushed out around his shaft.

He started fucking her with long, deliberate strokes—pulling almost all the way out until only the thick head remained inside her, then sinking back in deep and slow, savoring the way her walls clung to him. Each thrust made her full tits sway gently under the rumpled fabric of her scrub top. Antony hooked his fingers under the bunched material and shoved it higher, fully exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. They bounced freely with every grind, the heavy, rounded C-cups moving beautifully, nipples tight and dark against her flushed skin.

His hands immediately went to them. He palmed the soft, heavy flesh roughly, squeezing hard enough that his fingers sank deep into the plush mounds, then releasing so they jiggled enticingly back into place. He mauled them—kneading the soft weight, lifting them up, letting them drop and ripple, thumbs flicking roughly over her sensitive nipples before pinching and twisting them just hard enough to make her gasp and arch.

“These tits drive me crazy,” he growled, lowering his head to suck one stiff nipple into his hot mouth. He bit down lightly, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, then soothed it with slow, firm strokes of his tongue while his other hand continued working the other breast, slapping the side lightly so the soft flesh rippled and bounced. “Bounce so fucking pretty when I fuck you.”

Ann arched harder into his touch, moaning louder, her body responding instinctively. The slow, grinding rhythm was building something deeper this time—not the sharp, sudden crashes from before, but a heavy, rolling wave of pleasure that built gradually in her core. Every long stroke dragged his thick cock along her sensitive walls, the head bumping rhythmically against that perfect spot inside her while his pubic bone pressed and rubbed firmly against her clit with each grind.

The wet sounds grew louder as he picked up the pace just a little—still controlled and deep, but with more force behind each thrust. Skin slapped softly and steadily against skin. Her pussy made filthy, squelching noises around his thick shaft, more cum leaking out with every deep push, coating his balls and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath her ass.

Antony switched to her other nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he tugged. His free hand slid down to grip one of her full ass cheeks, fingers digging possessively into the soft, plush flesh, pulling her up into each thrust. He spread her wider, changing the angle so he could grind even deeper, the new position making her feel every inch of him dragging inside her messy cunt.

“Feel that?” he rasped, voice strained with building need. “That’s my cock owning this cunt. Every inch. Chris never touched you like this, did he? Never made you this fucking wet and sloppy.”

Ann shook her head quickly, breath coming in short, desperate pants. “No—never like this. God, Antony—don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He kept the steady, possessive rhythm, hips rolling smoothly, his cock stroking every sensitive inch inside her with deliberate precision. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking a dark mark just below her ear while his hand continued mauling her tit, fingers leaving faint red marks on the pale, soft skin.

The pressure built slowly, inevitably, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Ann’s moans turned into desperate whimpers, her hips starting to rock up to meet his thrusts, chasing the deep friction. Her walls fluttered around him, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses as the wave finally crested.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her skin, voice dark and encouraging. “Come for me again. Let me feel this pussy milk me.”

It hit her like a slow, crushing wave. Ann’s back arched hard off the cot, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat as her fourth orgasm rolled through her in powerful, shuddering pulses. Her cunt clamped down tight around his thick cock, pulsing and fluttering wildly, fresh wetness flooding out around him in warm gushes. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, toes curling tight, her heavy tits bouncing with the force of her trembling body.

Antony groaned deep in his chest, fucking her through it with those same deep, grinding strokes. He watched her face the whole time—eyes locked on hers, dark and intense—until her spasms slowly started to ease.

Then he shifted, hooking her legs over his elbows and folding her slightly, driving even deeper. The new angle bent her in half just enough to let him sink impossibly further, the thick head of his cock pressing hard against her cervix with every thrust. The change made her cry out again, her oversensitive walls still twitching and fluttering from the last orgasm, every nerve ending raw and electrified. He fucked her harder now, the narrow cot creaking loudly in protest beneath them, the sharp slap of skin on skin growing louder and more rhythmic as his hips drove forward with purpose. The wet sounds turned truly obscene—loud, squelching noises as his thick cock churned through the messy mix of cum already filling her, pushing it out around his shaft with every deep plunge.

“Fuck—Ann—” His voice was rough, control fraying at the edges as sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest. “Gonna fill you again. Gonna pump another load deep in this cheating little cunt.”

Ann’s hands clutched desperately at his shoulders, nails digging hard into the muscle, leaving crescent marks on his skin. “Yes—please—give it to me,” she gasped, voice hoarse and broken with need.

He buried himself to the hilt one last time, hips stuttering as he came. A low, guttural groan tore from deep in his chest while thick, hot pulses of cum flooded her pussy in powerful jets. She could feel every spurt clearly—five, six strong, heavy ropes shooting deep inside her, adding to the warm, sloppy mess already filling her. His cock twitched and throbbed rhythmically as he emptied himself completely, each pulse marking her one final time, claiming every inch of her from the inside out.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, bodies pressed flush, breathing hard and ragged in the quiet room. Sweat slicked their skin, making them slide against each other with every tiny movement. The smell of sex was overwhelming now—thick, musky, salty, and raw, mixed with the faint underlying scent of her arousal and his clean, masculine skin. Cum was leaking steadily from around his cock where it was still buried deep inside her, warm and thick, dripping slowly down to soak the thin sheet beneath them in a growing wet patch.

Antony finally pulled out slowly, deliberately, savoring the sight as he withdrew. A thick gush of mixed cum followed his cock immediately—creamy white and glistening—pouring out of her stretched, puffy pussy and running in heavy trails down between her ass cheeks. He looked down between her spread legs, eyes dark with raw satisfaction as he watched it drip steadily from her swollen, well-fucked hole, the sight of her ruined and claimed pussy making his spent cock twitch one last time.

Ann lay there boneless and spent, chest heaving as her full tits rose and fell with each shaky breath. Her body felt heavy and deliciously used in the best way—thighs trembling uncontrollably, pussy still pulsing with aftershocks, inner walls clenching around nothing. Her skin was marked with faint red fingerprints from his gripping hands and scattered bite marks blooming across her neck and breasts, visible reminders of how thoroughly he had taken her.

He collapsed beside her on the narrow cot, the mattress dipping under his weight as he pulled her against his chest. One strong arm wrapped around her possessively, his large hand resting on the generous curve of her ass, fingers idly stroking and squeezing the soft, plush flesh. The other hand gently brushed damp strands of hair from her flushed face, his touch surprisingly tender after the intensity of everything they had done.

For a long minute neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their slowing breaths and the distant, muted beeps of hospital equipment somewhere down the hall.

Ann broke the silence first, her voice husky and tired, still rough from all the moaning and crying out. “Jesus Christ… I think I forgot how to walk.”

Antony chuckled low, the warm sound vibrating through his chest and into her body where she lay pressed against him. His fingers squeezed her full ass cheek gently, palm warm on the soft, plush flesh. “Good. Means I did it right.” He paused, his thumb tracing lazy, slow circles on her skin, brushing over the faint red marks his grip had left earlier. “You okay?”

She nodded against him, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips even as exhaustion pulled at her. “More than okay. I feel… alive. For the first time in months.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, surprisingly tender after the raw intensity of everything they’d just done. His lips lingered for a moment in her damp hair. “That sterile bullshit ends tonight. You want this again—anytime, anywhere—you tell me. No more pretending you’re satisfied with kale smoothies and sleep optimization.”

Ann laughed softly, the sound tired but genuine, bubbling up from deep in her chest. She shifted slightly in his arms, wincing at the deep, delicious soreness between her legs and the sticky pull of drying cum on her thighs, but the slight pain only made her smile wider. “Deal. But right now I need a minute before I try to sneak out of here without looking like I just got railed.”

Antony’s hand slid up her back under her scrubs, his broad palm warm and soothing against her bare skin as it traced the line of her spine. “Take all the time you need. Hospital’s quiet tonight. No one’s coming.”

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while longer, bodies tangled together on the narrow cot, the afterglow settling warm and heavy over them like a blanket. Ann’s fingers traced idle, lazy patterns across his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips, while his hand continued its slow, possessive exploration of her ass and hip—squeezing the generous curve, stroking the soft skin, occasionally dipping lower to brush teasingly near where she was still leaking his cum.

Eventually she spoke again, her voice quieter this time, almost thoughtful. “He’s never going to understand why I’m ending it. He’ll probably suggest a ‘relationship recalibration meeting’ with charts and graphs.”

Antony snorted, the sound low and dismissive, his chest rumbling under her cheek. “Let him. You deserve someone who actually fucks you like a woman, not like he’s trying to hit performance metrics.” His voice dropped a notch, still rough from exertion and thick with lingering hunger. “Someone who’ll bend you over a gurney and make you scream instead of counting your fucking steps.”

Ann shivered at the memory, a fresh ripple of heat running through her despite how spent she felt. Her pussy gave a weak, tired throb, still sensitive and pulsing faintly. She could still feel the mess between her thighs—warm, sticky, slowly leaking out of her with every small shift of her body. The thought of walking out of here with his cum still deep inside her, coating her panties and thighs, sent a dark little thrill through her belly.

She tilted her head up to look at him, eyes meeting his in the dim light. “You really meant it, didn’t you?”

His eyes held hers, steady and dark, completely serious. “Every word. I’ve watched you put up with his shit for months. Now you’re done with it.” His hand squeezed her ass again, firmer this time, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh as if to emphasize the point. “You’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”

The words should have felt too much, too soon, but after the raw intensity of the last hour they landed exactly right.

Ann pressed a soft kiss to his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat on his skin, her lips lingering against the warmth. “Good. Because I don’t think I can go back to vanilla smoothies and missionary with a timer after this.”

Antony laughed again, the sound low and warm, vibrating pleasantly through her. He rolled them slightly so she was half-draped over him, her leg thrown comfortably across his thigh. His cock, softening but still thick and impressive, rested heavily against her hip, sticky with their combined release, the warmth of it a constant reminder of what they’d done.

They stayed like that for several more minutes—bodies slowly cooling, breaths syncing up in a steady rhythm, the heavy, musky scent of sex gradually fading into the background as the faint antiseptic smell of the hospital crept back in. Ann’s eyelids grew heavy, the deep exhaustion from multiple intense orgasms finally catching up with her, making her limbs feel loose and heavy.

Before she could drift off completely, Antony’s voice rumbled quietly against her hair, calm and sure. “We should get you cleaned up and out of here before someone actually shows up for their shift. But tomorrow… my place. No scrubs, no beepers, no bullshit. Just you, me, and a bed that doesn’t creak like it’s about to collapse.”

Ann smiled against his skin, the expression soft and content. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

He helped her sit up, both of them moving slowly and carefully. She winced again at the deep ache between her legs and the sticky coating still covering her thighs and stomach. Antony reached over to a small cabinet in the corner and grabbed some clean towels—standard hospital issue, still neatly folded—and gently wiped her down. He was careful but not overly gentle, his touch firm as he cleaned the drying cum from her full tits, wiping it from the soft curves and undersides, then moving down to her stomach and finally between her legs. His fingers lingered just enough on her sensitive folds and swollen clit to make her breath hitch and her hips twitch involuntarily.

When he was done, he handed her the discarded pants and panties. The panties were ruined—soaked through, stretched, and stained with their mixed releases—but she pulled them on anyway, feeling the cool, damp fabric press against her tender, well-fucked pussy. Her scrubs were wrinkled and had a few suspicious wet spots, but in the low light of the on-call room it wasn’t too obvious.

Antony dressed quickly, then pulled her in for one last deep kiss—slow, claiming, his hand cupping the back of her neck possessively as his tongue slid against hers. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers for a long moment, their breaths mingling.

“Go home. End it clean. Then text me when you’re free.”

Ann nodded, still a little dazed, her body humming with satisfaction and soreness. “I will.”

She slipped out of the on-call room first, checking the corridor was empty before heading toward the elevators. Every step reminded her vividly of what they’d done—the deep soreness between her thighs, the wetness still leaking steadily into her ruined panties, the faint red marks on her breasts and ass hidden under her clothes but burning pleasantly against her skin.

As the elevator doors closed behind her, she leaned back against the wall and let out a long, shaky breath, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face.

For the first time in months, she felt completely, deliciously fucked.