He scooped me up effortlessly, cradling me bridal-style, my arms winding around his neck as he carried me toward the side exit. With each step, my bare pussy shifted against the thin panties, the friction teasing my engorged clit mercilessly.pain flaring hot, arousal coiling tighter, a slick heat building that made me squirm in his hold.
He lowered me gently by his car, concern etching his features. ''Can you get in?''
I tried, stepping down with agonizing slowness, but the jolt to my feet tore through my pussy like a fresh wound reopening, my clit screaming in protest. ''It hurts... the pain in my pussy, it's so deep,'' I confessed, voice cracking, tears pricking my eyes as vulnerability stripped me bare.
He didn't hesitate, lifting me once more and settling me into the passenger seat, his hand steadying my thigh, fingers splaying warm and possessive as I sank down.
The door clicked shut, and he slid behind the wheel, engine rumbling to life. As we drove, he glanced over, eyes searching for mine. ''Where's your mom?''
''In the hospital.''
''What?'' Shock widened his eyes, piecing together the fragments of my shattered world. ''Is that the reason why...?'' He trailed off, jaw tightening with unspoken fury and protectiveness.
I stayed silent, staring out the window, the city's blur
mirroring the storm inside me. ''Which hospital?''
I told him, and he floored it, tires screeching as he wove through traffic, his focus laser sharp yet tender toward me.
At every stoplight, he'd reach over, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, fingers lingering on my cheek in a caress that sent butterflies rioting through my veins.
Then he'd capture my left hand, lifting it to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss, his thumb tracing slow, hypnotic circles in my palm.
Each touch made my pulse thunder, heat pooling thick and insistent between my legs, my swollen clit pulsing with a needy throb that overrode the pain, drawing a flush to my skin.
We pulled up to the hospital, and alighting was pure torment. I forced my feet to the ground, but each step jarred my injured pussy, the virginal swelling rubbing raw against the panties, friction igniting a blaze of hurt laced with illicit pleasure.
He was right there, arm around my waist, supporting me as I leaned on his shoulder.
''Sir, my pussy really hurts,'' I whispered, no longer afraid to tell him he'd been so kind, his touches both caring and charged.
''Sorry, I didn't realize. I didn't mean to make it worse,'' he murmured in that soft, velvety voice, his hand squeezing my side gently, fingers digging just enough to send a ripple of heat through my aching core.
He spotted a doctor he knew, striding over with purpose.
''Hey, Mr. Moses, need help—umm, yeah... I need a wheelchair, please.''
''Hang on.''
Moments later, a wheelchair rolled up, courtesy of his acquaintance, the metal frame gleaming under the harsh hospital lights.
The other man reached for me, but he waved him off firmly, his jaw set. ''No, it's okay, leave it to me.''
''Ah, okay, sorry.''
''Thank you.'' He lowered me into the chair with exquisite care, his hands cradling my arms, thumbs stroking the insides of my elbows in soothing circles.
Our eyes locked for a beat that stretched into eternity, his gaze dark and intense, pulling me in like a tide, my swollen clit twitching with a fresh pang of need amid the burn.
He pushed me through the sterile halls, the wheels rumbling softly over the tiled floor, each vibration humming up through the seat and teasing my raw pussy lips, making them slick with unwilling arousal.
The thin panties chafed against my engorged folds, every jolt stoking the fire that blurred pain into something dangerously erotic.
There she was in her room, Mom struggling to breathe, tubes snaking across her frail body like cruel vines, monitors beeping a frantic rhythm that twisted my gut.
Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless, spilling down my cheeks as helplessness clawed at me.
''Is she your mother?'' he asked in a calm voice, pointing to her with a steady hand.
''Yes.''
''Hold on.'' He stepped away briefly, giving me space to compose myself, his absence a sudden chill against my side.
Mom stirred, her eyes fluttering open, hazy but sharpening on me with that fierce maternal worry.
''W-where... are... you... going?'' Her words rasped out, labored and thin, her face etching lines of concern that broke my heart.
''What's wrong, Mama?''
She looked so concerned for me, her gaze searching mine despite her own torment.
''I'm okay, Ma.'' I took her hand, squeezing it tight, feeling the fragile bones beneath her paper-thin skin, our connection the only anchor in the storm.
''Mama, I love you. Nothing else matters to me just being with you for a long time.''
''I also want... to see you marry a good man... a man who will love you and take care of you.'' She said it with her eyes slightly open, a little smile ghosting across her faded face, weak but radiant, piercing me with bittersweet longing.
We cried together, our hands clasped like lifelines, sobs shaking us in unison until exhaustion settled, raw and shared.
He returned, gripping the wheelchair handles with firm resolve. ''Okay, let's go out. Your mother will be transferred to another hospital.''
''Why?''
''This one's not good for her operation.''
''Excuses,'' I muttered under my breath, bitterness rising, but two men were already wheeling Mom's bed away, her form receding like a fading dream.
We followed, me in the chair, the motion jostling my sore pussy with every uneven bump in the floor, the jolts sending sharp stabs through my swollen clit that made me gasp, thighs clenching involuntarily as slick heat gathered despite the agony.
''Oops, let's get in the car.'' He lifted me again, scooping me into his arms with effortless strength, my body molding to his like liquid fire breasts pressing against his chest, my throbbing mound grinding subtly against his hip with each stride, friction igniting sparks that twisted hurt into hungry pulses.
We trailed the ambulance to his vehicle, my arms looped around his neck, breath mingling with his as the world blurred by.
At the new hospital, he opened the door, reaching to pick me up once more, his intent clear in the flex of his biceps.
''Don't... I can't handle this.''
''Miss, please don't be hard-headed,'' he whispered into my ears, his lips brushing the shell, warm breath sending shivers cascading down my spine straight to my core, my pussy clenching in response.
I swung my legs out, planting my feet on the ground defiantly. The pain flared like a whipcrack, ripping through my groin, but I gritted my teeth, refusing to crumble.
''Hold my shoulder.'' He wrapped an arm around my waist instead, his grip firm on my hip, fingers pressing into the soft flesh just above my ass, possessive and steady, the heat of his palm seeping through the dress to soothe and torment in equal measure.
It hurt like hell, my pussy throbbing with each halting step, the swollen lips rubbing raw against the damp cotton, every press of his body against mine amplifying the ache into a throbbing need that made my knees weak.
I leaned into his solid frame, inhaling his scent musk and clean soap as we entered the gleaming lobby.
Inside, I saw Mom being wheeled into a curtained room, the doors swinging shut behind her like a final barrier.
''Where are they taking Mom?''
''Into the operating room,'' he replied softly. ''Don't worry, honey she'll be fine.'' His voice wrapped around me like a blanket, reassuring yet laced with that underlying hunger.
We made it to a waiting area, quiet and dimly lit, and he guided me to a chair with gentle pressure on my elbow.
I sank down slowly, wincing as the pressure hit my groin, my clit pulsing sharply against the seat, a fresh wave of slickness coating my thighs.
He sat beside me, our thighs touching, the contact electric his leg solid and warm against mine, faces inches apart in the intimate hush.
His arm slid around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest with deliberate slowness.
I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, thumping through his shirt, and the warmth of him seeped through my dress, making my skin flush hot, nipples tightening into peaks that strained the fabric.
''Private hospital, right?'' I enquired, voice trembling with the weight of it all.
''Yes.''
''Is the value of my womanhood worth all these expenses for just one night?'' I asked, tears streaming down my face, my voice raw and breaking, vulnerability stripping me to the bone.
He hugged me tighter, his hand stroking my back in long, languid sweeps, dipping low enough to brush the top of my ass, fingers splaying possessively, sending jolts of arousal racing to my core where pain and desire warred fiercely.
''Don't worry I'll shoulder everything. All expenses are on me, okay?'' Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering, warm and tender, trailing down to the corner of my eye, tasting my tears with a soft suck that made my breath hitch.
''Oh my God! You have a fever?''