Page 55 of The Fix

Was I?

“Maybe …”

Toby hums at my admission and moves between my knees.

His skin is a stark contrast to the white blanket surrounding him, his hand unmistakably reaching for his already exposed length.

“Like what you see?”

He smirks at me and raises something to his mouth.

“Play with that juicy cunt, Mama. Get it ready for me.”

I gasp when his vulgar words twinge my lower stomach and immediately I obey. The ache is almost unbearable as I dive between the folds.

I’m incredibly wet.

“That’s it. Spread it all around.”

I follow his husky instruction, all the while keeping my sight trained on his movements.

The wrapper in his hand tears against his teeth, and he arches his head to spit half of it out.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I listen. “Eyes on me when you play with yourself.” My lips part in a pant as I do, and he adds, “Now finger that wet cunt for me.”

I gasp and slip a digit inside.

The hum of his approval makes me throb as he grips his shaft. “I wanna see two fingers knuckle deep. Work yourself open for me.”

His graveled demands have a wave of wetness building between my legs.

“Toby,” I whimper when my second finger slides inside, and I curl them to meet that special button that has my eyes rolling back.

“Don’t come,” he demands roughly on a pant. “Your next orgasm is mine, Anna, and it’s going to be around my dick.”

I moan. Unashamed and unchained. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”

He hums, his knees shifting closer, his thighs hitting the back of mine. “You want to cum on my dick? Or you want your next O to be mine?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my pumping fingers hitting the head of his covered shaft. “Both. All of it. Yes.”

“So eager for me, aren’t you?”

“So eager.”

Toby has taken command of my body and I’m not willing to take the control back.

It feels so freaking good to let go for once.

The head of him rubs against the back of my hand. “Then tell me what you’re eager for, dirty girl. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I-I-I …” I’m gasping, my entrance tightening around my fingers, a heat blooming low in my belly. “I want you to make me feel good, Toby.” His hand wraps around my wrist, and at first, I fight his hold when he tugs my fingers free. “No.”

“Tell me.” He braces his arms on either side of me, and that’s when I feel his erection bump against my wetness. My hips act on their own, lifting and chasing him when he pulls back with a tsk. “Say it and it’s all yours.”

My breath leaves me in pants and my body feels like it’s on fire, the only cure is the man hovering just out of reach.

He asked me for words.

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