Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 133: Check Up
Brad’s POV
When I woke up the next morning, I grumbled as my head started to ache. As the events of the night replayed in my mind, I rolled over to check the time since I loathe not having a schedule. After thinking about it, I felt my crotch harden even more. She was one of my all-time favorites.
The psychologist’s appointment was still a few hours away, so I put my hand around myself and began to gently massage myself. Inhaling the sweet scent of cherries, I closed my eyes and tightened my grip. I could still taste the booze on her tongue and feel how soft her lips were when I bit my bottom lip, and I could feel my tension slowly dissipating. Her moan hardened me as I greedily licked her tight nipple, which felt amazing between my teeth. Our time together could have been better spent, and I regret it. My desire to ingest her exquisite pussy and feel her mouth around my cock grew the more I thought about it.
I groped for a Kleenex on my nightstand before my sperm started spraying all over me since I had enough fuel for my dream from the memory of her securely gripping me. After jerking forward and feeling it saturate the thin tissue, I groan and collapse against the cushions. Underneath me, I’d missed her. I’d never wanted to spend more than one night with anyone before. She, too, had departed. We lived in the same neighborhood, but I had no idea who she was, so I decided we wouldn’t meet up again. She took off before I could get anything from her.
Several one-night stands in my life ended fast because I knew what I was doing. Even though work was all I could think about, having this kind of leisure time made me think about my mystery woman a lot more than I wanted to. I was captivated by her, and I still remembered the taste of her lips from our first kiss in the open air. Nothing had prepared me for what happened, but seeing a woman on a bike in that manner had an effect on me. She was even more admirable to me because she enjoyed long bike rides as much as I did.
Despite being groggy from the night before, I made my way to the kitchen in my tiny apartment to get some water from the refrigerator. The wine I’d taken to help me forget what was going on had instead sucked all of my attention into a sexually explicit memory of a woman. After dealing with my grief over Roger’s death and the loss of my passion, I’m sure my new chief doctor would have a field day trying to figure out who I really am.
Not that I needed it. For the sake of getting back to work as quickly as possible, I went to the doctor today. That was all I needed to show the doctor that I was in fact fine, save from the fact that I was missing my friend somewhat.
I pretended not to notice when I caught a glimpse of a handful of the games the night before. Never in my life. As soon as I was old enough to do so, I vowed to carry on my family’s military tradition. After graduating with honors, I went straight to the registration area because I had focused completely on raising my grades.
When I reflected on my life, it felt as if time had stood still. Every detail was recalled to last night’s extraordinary events. I was attractive, but I lived in a place where 80% of the population was male and finding women like her was a challenge. She was one of the best I’d ever encountered despite the fact that the rest of us had gone on excursions in search of smaller crowds. As bored as I must be to be sitting here reminiscing about last night like I was still in high school. A single female was present. That’s all I can say. ... Or was it?
A quick breakfast and cup of coffee were all I had time for in the morning before my final morning shower. The previous night came flooding back, and I glanced down at my lonesome erection with disdainful eyes. She isn’t the only pussycat on the planet. You can do this. Her tits were massive and heavy when I was fucking her, and I can still remember how they bounced. But even if her eyes became a little darker, it was still clear that she was enthralled. I sighed and closed my eyes as I reached for the shower lotion and smeared it over my palm. As I leaned my hand on the shower wall, I rubbed my hands together, recalling the taste of her juices and the perfume of cherries. I’d never wanted to fuck a woman more in my life, but I couldn’t say no to her when she asked. In fact, I wasn’t satisfied with her expression of remorse in the parking lot, but rather, I was looking forward to having her around for another round. I felt her embrace me once again as I slid through her tiny barriers. I also heard the sounds she made in my mouth—sounds that might be considerably more audible in a private situation... I was desperate to hear those sounds again.
I lowered my head, smeared the tile with my cum, and rocked back and forth. It was a terrific release, but it paled in comparison to what I did to her last night. Because of her warmth and powerful grip, I jerked like a teenager and filled the condom way too quickly. When I got out of the shower, I was weak and vowed to go to the pub one more time tonight to get her off my mind. In the shower, I scowled as I lathered myself in soap and water. This was not at all like me.
Wearing jeans and a Navy Seals-themed T-shirt, I put on my Chucks and headed outside. When I wasn’t at work, these were my go-to shoes. Before leaving the house and getting on my motorcycle, I threw on a light jacket and brushed my teeth in a flurry. In order for this to be completed on time, I decided to speed up the completion process.
As I made my way through Baltimore’s dangerous areas and into the city’s center, I was puzzled why this doctor wasn’t closer. When I arrived, I had to park my Harley in a garage, which increased my safety but lost me an additional fifteen minutes of peace and quiet. Even if I couldn’t pay for it, the underlying principle was unaffected.
It was difficult in every way.
My wrath grew as I walked out of the garage and approached the building I sought. Because I had no idea what was going to happen, I was enraged that my skull was being ripped open in front of this stranger. It took me a moment to figure out that my appointment was on the third floor, so I looked around the lobby and saw that there were a lot of people. Were any of them also deemed insane?
I’m done with this.
After snatching it, I made my way into the elevator. I sighed once more as I leaned against the wall and observed the overhead lights of the car. In truth, if I had been honest, I could have decided to see a lawyer, which is what it appeared I was doing. On the way home, I made a quick curve and almost avoided hitting a woman. Before getting in the car, she looked me in the face with wide-open horror. As I proceeded, I came across the office I needed and once again turned to have a look. I didn’t want anyone I knew to see me here.
I walked through the glass door and took a look around the waiting room. If you didn’t know where you were, it was still gorgeous with the plush couches and chairs, the pictures on the walls, and the sense of location. What I was expected to be an asylum-like atmosphere didn’t materialize. Inquiring about my predicament, a brunette approached the glass and captured my eye. I found her less appealing than the previous night’s companion. Her computer checked, then she paused before responding, "I am here to see Dr. Wilson," I screamed.
"Take a seat if you’d like. She’ll be out of here in a jiffy." She nodded at the seats as she grabbed a clipboard with something connected to it. "Please fill out this form."
I found a quiet spot in the corner and read the questionnaire slowly and in shock. To its query, ’How mad are you in every conceivable way?’ I shook my head softly. There were no suicidal ideas asked of me, so I gave a quick response and glared when the subject came up. I didn’t even think about it. In my professional life, I was going through a rough patch, and all I wanted was a friend.
A sincere "no" was next to it, so before placing the clipboard on the chair beside me, I double-checked my work. Seeing the normal waiting room magazines and leaflets on the walls and tables, I decided to wander about and see if there was anything else I could do. None of the various mental illnesses they addressed was something I could identify with at all. They also brought up the PTSD I was supposedly suffering from. Taking hold of one, I began to cross out all of the proof that I lacked.
Some of them made me laugh out loud. It’s hard to imagine somebody not having flashbacks after seeing something like what I witnessed. Why I sometimes had trouble falling asleep again and continued to dream about it makes sense.
After that, what will happen? Last night was fantastic because of the bourbon, and no one was concerned about my well-being because I didn’t drink enough. As soon as I heard my name being called out, I had just completed jotting down the lengthy list of side effects. "Brad?"
As soon as I heard the voice, I raised my head to see luscious green lips and green eyes staring back at me. Dr. Wilson was the name of the woman I met last night.
