The Doctor Forbidden Plus-Size Nurse

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I stared at the dead phone. The distorted voice kept echoing in my head. Stop digging… next time the syringe won’t miss. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. The hospital room felt too quiet now, too dark. Every shadow looked like it could hide another intruder.

I pressed the call button hard. Nothing happened fast enough. Tears stung my eyes. My broken leg throbbed, my ribs ached, and fear sat heavy in my soft belly. Why was this happening to me? I was just a nurse trying to live my life. I didn’t dig into anything. I couldn’t even remember the crash clearly.

The door opened fast. Ethan rushed in, his face tight with worry. He must have been close by. “Lila? What’s wrong? The monitor spiked again.”

I grabbed his hand the second he reached the bed. His skin felt warm and strong. “Someone called. They threatened me. Said to stop digging into the accident or they’d come back. They mentioned you too.”

Ethan’s jaw hardened. He sat on the bed and pulled me carefully into his arms again. I melted against his chest, my heavy breasts pressing soft and full against him through the thin gown. His hand rubbed my back, then moved lower, sliding under the gown to rest directly on the bare, wide curve of my hip. His fingers sank into the soft flesh like he needed the feel of me to stay calm.

“Shh. Breathe for me,” he whispered, voice rough. “I’m right here. No one is touching you again.”

I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his clean scent. Even scared, my body reacted to him hard. The way his fingers traced slow, possessive circles on my bare side sent sparks straight between my legs. He held me tighter, one big hand sliding down to squeeze the thick softness of my thigh just above the cast. Then higher. His palm cupped the heavy underside of one breast, thumb brushing over my n****e until it hardened against his touch.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured against my hair, voice dropping into something filthy. “So f*****g soft everywhere. These heavy t**s, this soft belly, these thick thighs… it makes me want to wrap myself around you and never let go. Makes me want to bury my face between your legs and stay there until you forget how to be scared.”

His words cut through the fear a little. I looked up at him. Those piercing blue eyes stared back, full of protectiveness and raw lust. “Ethan… I’m scared. But when you touch me like this, I forget everything else.”

He leaned down and kissed me. Not soft this time. Deep and demanding. His tongue slipped into my mouth as his hand pushed the gown lower, fully exposing one heavy breast. He groaned low in his throat when he felt the weight of it in his palm.

“These are perfect,” he said against my lips, voice thick with need. “Full and soft and heavy. I’ve been hard thinking about them since I first saw you.” His thumb brushed over my n****e, then he pinched it lightly, rolling it between his fingers until I whimpered. Pleasure shot straight to my p***y. I was already getting wet, the thin hospital panties sticking to my folds.

He kept kissing me while his hand explored lower. He pushed the sheet aside and slid his palm over the soft curve of my belly, squeezing the plush flesh, then lower still. His fingers slipped between my thick thighs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my c**t through the damp fabric.

“You’re soaked for me already,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck. “Even after a death threat. Good girl. This soft, wet p***y is aching for me, isn’t it?” He pressed harder, rubbing my c**t in firm circles until my hips started to rock against his hand despite the pain in my ribs. “I want to pull these panties aside and slide my fingers inside you. Feel how tight and hot you are. Then I want to replace them with my tongue and eat this soft cunt until you come all over my face.”

My breath hitched. I was dripping now, thighs trembling as he kept rubbing me. No man had ever made me feel this desired. My soft belly, wide hips, thick curves—Ethan touched them like they were the only thing that could get him hard.

He pushed the gown further down, exposing both heavy breasts, and lowered his head. His mouth closed over one n****e, sucking hard while his fingers kept working between my legs. The dual sensation made me moan out loud, soft and needy. He switched to the other breast, biting gently, tongue flicking, while his hand finally slipped inside my panties.

“f**k,” he growled against my skin when his fingers met my bare, slick heat. “So wet. So soft. I’m going to ruin this p***y when you’re healed. Stretch it. Fill it. Make you come until you can’t walk.”

Two thick fingers rubbed over my c**t, then slid lower, teasing my entrance. He pushed just the tips inside, slow and careful because of my injuries, but the stretch still made me gasp. He curled them, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb kept circling my c**t.

“Ethan—” I whimpered, hips moving as much as the cast and pain allowed. Pleasure built fast and sharp, fear mixing with pure need until I was shaking.

But then he pulled back with a frustrated, ragged breath, withdrawing his fingers slowly. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine. “We can’t go further here. Not yet. Not while you’re still healing and there are threats around us.” He fixed my gown and pulled the sheet up, but his eyes still burned with filthy promise. “Soon, Lila. When you’re stronger, I’m going to take my time with every inch of this beautiful body. I’m going to spread these thick thighs wide, lick every soft fold of this pretty p***y, and f**k you so deep and hard you’ll feel me for days. I’m going to come inside you and watch it drip out of this soft cunt.”

I nodded, breathing hard, thighs still slick and trembling. The fear was still there, but now mixed with an ache so strong it hurt. “What are we going to do about the call? The police?”

“I’ll handle it,” he said firmly, voice still rough. “I have connections. For now, you stay in this room. I’m moving you to a more secure wing today. And I’m assigning a private guard outside your door.”

He stayed with me for the next hour, helping the nurses move me to a new room on a higher floor. It had better security and a nicer view of the city. Once we were alone again, he helped me eat breakfast, feeding me bites when my hands still shook too much. Every time his fingers brushed my lips, his eyes dropped to my mouth like he was imagining them wrapped around something else.

“You don’t have to do all this,” I told him.

“I want to.” His fingers brushed my lips again, lingering. “You’re under my skin now, Lila. Your curves, your strength, your smile. All of it. I can’t stop thinking about how soft you feel under my hands. How wet you get when I touch this p***y. How perfect these heavy t**s feel in my mouth.”

The morning passed with tests and doctors checking on me. Ethan stayed professional when others were around, but every chance he got alone, his hands found me. A squeeze on my waist that turned into him gripping the soft roll of my belly. A kiss on my neck that turned into him sucking a mark onto my skin. Light touches that became filthy—fingers brushing the underside of my heavy breasts until my n*****s hardened, palm sliding between my thick thighs to feel how wet I still was for him.

By afternoon, I felt a little braver. “Tell me about you,” I said while he checked my leg. “Why does a man like you want someone like me?”

He looked up, serious, and let his hand rest heavily on my soft belly, then lower, cupping my p***y through the sheet. “Because you’re real. Most women I’ve dated were all surface. You… you feel like home. Soft. Warm. The kind of body a man can lose himself in.” His fingers pressed against my still-damp heat. “And I love this. All of it. These heavy t**s I can’t stop sucking, this soft belly I want to come all over, these thick thighs I can’t wait to feel wrapped around my waist while I f**k you deep.”

His pager went off again. Another emergency. He kissed me hard—tongue deep, hand still between my legs—before leaving, promising to return soon.

I tried to rest, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. The threat from the call kept coming back. Who wanted me dead? Was it connected to the hospital? To Ethan’s past?

Evening came. The new guard stood outside my door. I felt safer, but still on edge. And still aching between my legs from everything he had done to me.

Then my phone buzzed again. Another unknown number.

I shouldn’t have answered. But I did.

The same distorted voice spoke, colder this time. “Nice new room, Lila. Pretty view. Tell the good doctor his family secrets are about to come out. And you’ll bleed for them.”

The line went dead.

I dropped the phone, panic rising fast. How did they know about the new room? How were they watching me?

The door opened. Ethan walked in, smiling at first. But his face changed when he saw my expression.

“Lila? What happened?”

Before I could answer, the lights in the room flickered once. Then twice.

And the heart monitor started screaming.