Page 118 of The Fix

“Guess you’ll have to keep it quiet then,” I murmur and sink my teeth into the junction where her neck meets her shoulder, and she whimpers. “Or don’t, I don’t give a fuck.”

Anna settles her hand in my hair. “This is a terrible idea.” She grips the strands. “You’re a terrible idea.” Then yanks my head back until the fire in her emerald eyes meet mine.

I slide my hips forward, my stiff dick hitting the juncture between her thighs.

“That feel like a terrible idea?”

Her eyes somehow roll and roll back when my hips keep the momentum up, dragging my bulge over her clothed pussy.

The sight of her below me again, slowly sliding into that euphoric state because of me, makes my heart thunder. I salivate for her taste.

Pulling back, I shrug off my tee and then curl my fingers around the waistband of her pants and yank her legs free.

She yelps.

I grin.

“Jeffers, what are you doing? We should—”

I stop her with a palm to her belly.

“Let me eat…” I drop my chin between her legs, my words flowing over the little cotton panties. “I'm starved.”

Anna shivers.

I trail the outline of the panties with one finger, dipping the pad beneath the fabric.

“Fuck, Mama,” I groan at her wetness, and I’m not even inside her yet. “Let’s play how quiet can you be.”

With that, I push the barrier aside and dive headfirst between her legs.

“Oh God,” Anna moans deep, her grip finding my hair again and yanking. “T-th-that’s so good.”

Swirling my tongue, I hum against her and lap up every bit of her.

Her legs shake when my fingers find her entrance, her cunt quivering when I slide them inside.

“So close, aren’t you, dirty girl?”

Looking past the mound of her tits, I catch her nod.

“Then come on my tongue. Show me how much you missed me.”

Two pumps of my fingers and she’s clamping down on them; one swipe of my tongue over her clit and she detonates.

“That’s it, naughty girl. Soak my fucking face.”

“Oh God, Toby,” Anna cries, her hips rotating into me as the orgasm wrecks her body. She whines, her hands slapping over her reddening face.

“What?” I can’t help but chuckle. “I know I’m outta practice, but it couldn’t have been that bad.”

She grunts behind her coverage and hikes a leg over my head until they’re crossed, but her ass is now in my face and my fingers are still buried inside her.

I bite her cheek, the digits pumping.

“Oh,” Anna calls out and swats my hands away. “What is wrong with you?”

“Oh,” I mumble with a grin. “So much.” Snorting when all she does is grumble, I sit my ass back on the couch beside her and throw an arm over her shoulders, tongue darting out to lick her taste from my fingers.

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