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“Dr. Grant. I need your help. I… I have a sex toy stuck inside me.” She has… what? What the fuck?
She nods, and I carefully push my index finger into her to feel where her toy got stuck. Whatever she’s got in there is vibrating ever so slightly, but it certainly isn’t budging. Interesting. “Oh,” she gasps, her grip on my shoulders tightening. “Oh my god.” I freeze when her muscles tighten around my finger, her entire body shaking. She comes on my finger, and my cock hardens instantly. Fuck.
Her grip is fucking tight, and I tense as a moan escapes her lips. She pushes her hips up against my hand as her eyes fall closed, another orgasm washing over her. “Oh God,” she moans. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Grant. I… I can’t help it. I’m so sorry. Your fingers… I can’t.”
Her eyes widen and she opens her legs back up for me. “Call me Amara,” she whispers, looking away. “I came on your hand twice… it’s strange hearing you call me by my mother’s name.”
“Do you flirt with all your patients?” I smirk unapologetically. “Only the ones that come on my fingers.”
I look up in confusion when I realize where I am. I walked into Amara’s bedroom without thinking.
Yeah yeah sure you did
“You aren’t taking anything from me, my love. If anything, you’re giving me more than I ever thought I’d have.
“What’s your father’s name, darling?” I straighten, keeping the panic at bay as best as I can. “It’s Peter Simmons, ma’am.”
Oof I’ll guess her dad is the one who killed his parents
“As you should’ve been. Stay the fuck away from me and my sister, Amara. Stay away.”
Woah now
