Hospital Debauchery-Chapter 236: The Wife I

Devon’s eyes stayed locked on her, dark and hungry, his mouth curling into that slow, wicked smile that made her stomach flip.

He reached out, taking her hand in his—his fingers warm and strong against her cool skin, sending a jolt up her arm like a spark.

He guided her palm to his belt, pressing it there firm, the cool metal buckle biting into her fingers. "What are you still waiting for? Take it out," he uttered, the words vibrating through her bones.

Rachel’s hand shook for a moment, fingers trembling against the buckle like they had a life of their own, her palm sweaty now from the nerves. She could feel the heat radiating from him through the fabric of his pants, the hard outline of what waited underneath already pressing firm against the zipper, throbbing faint like a heartbeat.

Her own heart pounded loud in her ears, blood rushing hot through her veins, making her cheeks burn and her pussy clench empty.

She bit her lip hard, tasting the faint salt from earlier, the sting grounding her as she fumbled with the buckle. It came undone with a soft click that echoed in the quiet room, the metal cool and smooth under her fingers.

Her fingers moved to the button of his slacks next, popping it open slow, the fabric giving way with a small snap. The zipper rasped down tooth by tooth, the sound sharp and intimate in the hushed space, like a secret being unzipped.

She tugged the slacks apart careful, the material sliding down his hips a bit as she pulled, revealing the tight black boxers underneath.

The bulge was massive, straining the fabric, a wet spot already forming at the tip where pre-cum had leaked through.

Her breath caught, eyes widening a touch as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the boxers and pulled down slow, freeing him inch by inch.

His cock sprang out heavy and hard, slapping lightly against his lower stomach with a soft thud. Rachel’s eyes went wide, a soft gasp slipping from her lips like she couldn’t hold it in.

It was bigger than she expected—much bigger, thicker than her wrist at the base, veined and pulsing with life, the head swollen and dark pink, shiny with a bead of pre-cum at the slit. It curved slightly upward, long enough that it reached past his navel, the skin smooth and hot-looking, a drop of clear fluid trailing down the shaft.

She stared at it, shocked, her hand hovering close but not touching yet, feeling the heat wave off it like a fire.

"It’s... it’s so big," she whispered, voice breathy and low, a mix of fear and unwanted fascination bubbling up, her pussy twitching in response as she imagined what it would feel like.

Devon chuckled low and deep, the sound vibrating through her like a touch, his hips shifting just a bit to make his cock bob.

"Touch it," he said, not asking but telling, his hand still on hers, guiding it closer with a firm pull.

Rachel’s fingers wrapped around the base tentative at first, the skin scorching hot and smooth under her palm, like velvet stretched tight over steel.

It throbbed in her grip, alive and eager, jumping a little at her touch, and she felt a fresh gush of wetness between her legs, her clit pulsing in time with it.

The thickness filled her hand, her fingers not even meeting around it, and she stroked up slow, feeling every ridge and vein bump under her palm, the texture rough and smooth all at once.

Up to the head, where she thumbed the slick pre-cum, spreading it around the sensitive tip with her thumb in small circles, the liquid warm and sticky on her skin.

Devon let out a low groan, the sound rough and needy, his hips shifting just a touch, pushing into her hand, encouraging her to keep going.

She stroked down again, firmer this time, her grip tightening a bit as she felt him harden even more under her touch.

Her other hand joined in, cupping his balls—heavy and full, the skin soft and warm, slightly fuzzy under her fingers.

She rolled them gentle in her palm, feeling them draw up tight under her touch, the weight of them surprising her.

Her breaths came quicker now, hot and panting, the heat building in her core as she worked him, up and down, slow at first then picking up a steady rhythm.

The slick sound of her hand gliding on his skin filled the room—wet and lewd, skin on skin with that slippery glide from his pre-cum leaking more now. She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing firm against the underside where a thick vein ran hot and pulsing, and he hissed through his teeth, eyes half-lidded as he watched her, his chest rising faster.

Rachel’s mind raced wild—she wanted this over fast, to make him cum quick so she could end this madness, grab her clothes, and get out before her body betrayed her more.

So she gave it her all, stroking faster now, her hands slick with his pre-cum and her own spit as she licked her palm quick to add more slide.

She leaned in closer without thinking, her heavy breasts brushing his thighs through his pants, nipples grazing the fabric rough and sending sparks straight to her clit.

She squeezed the base tight with one hand, pumped up to the head with the other, milking him steady, her fingers exploring every inch—the way the head flared wide, the slit weeping more clear fluid that she smeared around, the veins bulging under her touch.

Devon’s hand came to her hair slow, fingers threading through the blonde waves soft at first, then tightening just a bit as he groaned low. "That’s it," he murmured, voice rough and thick with lust.

Rachel hesitated for a heartbeat, looking up at him with those big blue eyes, lips parted and shiny, her tongue peeking out pink. But the heat in her belly won, and she leaned in slow, her hot breath fanning over the head first, making it twitch and bob toward her like it was alive.

She licked her lips again, tasting salt and her own nervousness, and then pressed a soft, tentative kiss to the tip, her full lips brushing the smooth skin warm and gentle.

Tongue darting out slow, she lapped at the pre-cum beading there—salty and slightly bitter, coating her tongue thick, making her swallow instinctive.

She opened wider, taking the head into her mouth slow, lips stretching tight around the girth like they were made for it. It filled her mouth right away, hot and heavy on her tongue, the vein pulsing strong against her lower lip.

She sucked gentle at first, just the head, tongue swirling around it like licking an ice cream cone, exploring the ridge where head met shaft, the slit where more pre-cum oozed out warm. Devon groaned low, his fingers in her hair tightening a touch, encouraging without forcing.

The taste spread through her mouth—salty skin with that hint of soap from earlier, mixing with her saliva as she sucked softer, cheeks hollowing just a bit.

She took more, inch by inch, her mouth stretching wider, jaw aching already from the thickness.

Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, feeling the heat and pulse, saliva pooling as she bobbed slow, up and down on the first few inches. Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit yet, twisting at the base slick and firm.

Saliva dripped from her lips, running down the shaft, making it glisten in the lamp light, the wet sounds filling the room—slurping soft, sucking gentle, her breaths coming in hot puffs through her nose, fogging his skin.

She went deeper gradual, relaxing her throat a little more each time, feeling him hit the back soft at first, the head bumping her soft palate.

Her free hand cupped his balls again, massaging them gentle, rolling them in her palm warm and full as she sucked harder, tongue pressing flat and wiggling against the underside.

Devon’s hips bucked just a touch, pushing him deeper unexpected, and she gagged soft, a wet choke sound escaping, eyes watering quick, tears spilling down her cheeks.

But she didn’t pull back, breathing through her nose steady, the scent of him overwhelming now.

She wanted him to cum fast—sucked like her freedom depended on it, hollowing her cheeks tight to create suction, bobbing faster now, the head popping in and out of her throat with each move, stretching her wider.

Saliva trailed down her chin messy, dripping onto her heaving breasts, making them slick and shiny, her nipples sliding wet against each other as they bounced with her rhythm.

Devon watched it all hungry, his breaths coming rougher and ragged, hand in her hair guiding her pace now firmer. "Good girl," he growled low, voice thick with lust that made her pussy clench hard. "Take it deeper."

She felt him swell in her mouth, the vein throbbing harder against her tongue, stretching her lips even more.

She doubled down—sucking deep and wet, tongue flicking fast at the sensitive spot under the head, hand pumping the base fast and firm, twisting slick. Her jaw ached, throat burning from the stretch, but she kept going, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth, dripping down his balls that she rolled tighter now.

His body tensed, muscles in his thighs hard under her touch, and with a low, guttural groan that rumbled through her, he came—hot, thick spurts flooding her mouth, salty and bitter on her tongue, filling her cheeks quick.

She swallowed it all greedy, gulp after gulp, feeling it slide down her throat warm and sticky, the taste lingering strong, not spilling a drop even as more came.

When he finished, spent and twitching in her mouth, she pulled back slow, lips swollen and red like cherries, a string of saliva and cum connecting her to the tip before it broke and dripped onto her chin.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand messy, breaths coming in heavy pants, her body still buzzing with heat—pussy soaked and throbbing, nipples so hard they hurt, skin flushed and sweaty.

Rachel stood up then, legs shaky and weak like jelly, turning to grab her clothes scattered on the floor in a heap.

But before she could bend down and reach for her blouse, Devon’s hands shot out fast—strong and warm, rough from work—grabbing her waist firm, fingers digging into her soft, yielding skin just enough to make her gasp sharp, the sound cutting through the room.

He held her in place tight, pulling her back toward him with ease, her bare ass brushing his thighs through his open pants.

Her eyes widened big, twitching with fresh panic, heart racing wild again. "No," she whispered urgent, voice breaking high. "It’s too big... you’ll kill me. I’m not ready... please, I can’t..."

But regardless of what she said, he held her still, his grip unyielding like iron, fingers splaying wide across her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at her lower back.

He shifted her easy, aligning his cock—still hard and slick from her mouth, throbbing hot— to the entrance of her vagina, the head pressing insistent against her wet, swollen folds, parting them just a touch then he moved in slowly.