Page 111 of Primal God

I follow him, realizing we’re going back to his office.

Inside, he locks the door, turning to me.

I can’t stop the smile that spreads on my lips.

“Do you always lock the door when you speak to patients in your office, Dr. Santos?”

“I don’t, Ms. Wolfe.” He stalks toward me. “Nor do I have a raging hard-on while putting on a cast.”

I snort. “I should hope not.”

“Come here.”

I close the distance between us, and he pulls me into his embrace, covering my mouth with his. He kisses me slow and sweet until heat spreads across my body.

“Tell me,minha vida, did you pick purple because you know I love that color on you?”

I nod up at him. “Yeah.”

“Then Daddy is going to reward you.” He pats the top of his desk. “Sit.”

I start to move, but he stops me.

“Take off your pants.”

I hurry to do as he says, which takes a bit longer because of the cast. Overall, I think I’m going to like the cast better than the splint, though.

Shaking my head, I kick off my pants and then sit on the desk.

“Lie back.”

I do and watch him. He sits in his chair and puts my legs over his shoulders as he leans in, licking my seam. I moan as I feel a rush of heat go straight to my core. Dimitri licks and sucks, slowly bringing me to the edge.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Does my girl want to come?”

“Yes!”

I expect him to finish me. What I don’t expect is for him to move back, letting my legs fall. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I find him smirking at me.

“Let’s try something new.” He unzips his pants, freeing his cock. “Ride me.”

I move as fast as I can from the desk, straddling him. Slowly, I lower myself onto his cock.

“Fuck,” I moan. “You feel even bigger this way, Daddy.”

He lets me set the pace as I use him to get off. I’m so wound up that I come a moment later, panting out his name. He thrusts a few more times before he comes, filling me.

Sighing, I rest my head against his shoulder.

“Dimitri?”

“Yes,minha vida?”

“Can we talk when we get home?”

“Talk? About what?”

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