Page 16 of Primal God

I literally don’t know what’s happening. Like, my body is on sensory overload and my brain is having a hard time keeping up. Each accented word that he speaks sends heat rushing through me. The scent of whisky makes me lean in, but not as much as the scent of him. Sandalwood and something musky that makes me ache right in my core. This is madness, and yet I don’t know if I could walk away if I wanted.

He tips my chin. “Are you going to be good for Daddy?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He takes my hand, pulling me into the men’s restroom, locking the door behind us.

My mind races.

He’s drunk and not thinking clearly. I need to end this right now before?—

Dr. Santos’ mouth covers mine in a demanding kiss that consumes me from the get-go. He pulls me close as we kiss, and I moan at the firmness of his body. Tentatively, I move my own hands. One holds onto his bicep while the other finds its way to his hair. He does a bit of his own exploring, his free hand cupping my face before moving down my side to the skirt of my uniform. I gasp when he slides his hand up my leg, to my heat.

He ends the kiss and spins me, so my back is against his chest. We’re facing the mirror and even from here, I can see how swollen my lips are from our kiss.

“Daddy needs to be inside of this sweet pussy. Is my girl ready for me, or do I need to get you ready?”

Holy. Shit.

Why is that so hot?

I say, “I’m…I’m ready…”

His smile is full of heat. “Walk to the counter. You’re going to need something to hold on to.”

A soft whimper leaves my lips, but I do as he says. Luckily, the hotel keeps all the bathrooms clean, so I’m able to grip the edge of a dry countertop.

Dr. Santos moves behind me, lifting the skirt of my uniform.

“Beautiful,” he hums as he lowers my cotton panties.

I step out of them, and he sets them on the counter next to us.

“Spread your legs.”

My pulse thrums in my neck. This is the moment where I should stop this. But I don’t because I want this. I want it so much that I lean against the counter, spreading myself for him just like he wants.

His zipper lowers. I can’t see everything because of our position, but I don’t have to wait long to know what’s happening because the tip of his cock presses against my opening. Slowly, he pushes inside, and both of us make sounds of pleasure.

“So fucking pretty,” he says. “Look at you taking your Daddy’s cock.”

I whimper in response.

His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls out and then rocks into me. Fuck. I guess he wasn’t kidding about needing something to hold on to. His thrusts are brutal as he pounds into me. But I love it.

“I’m so close,” I pant. “Make me cum, Daddy.”

He leans in, nipping my earlobe. The act alone almost sends me over, but it’s his hand finding my clit that makes me detonate.

I clench around his cock as I come, whimpering out his name.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good, little girl.” He rocks hard. “Daddy is so close.”

He stills, and then I feel his warmth filling me.

I freeze.

---