Page 57 of The Fix

“Yes, what?” Toby asks breathlessly, his hips flexing, his length claiming all of me until there’s nothing left but him.

“I’m a dirty slut for your dick.”

He’s in my mind. Coming out of my mouth. Taking up every piece of me that I’m opening to him.

“That’s right. Made just for me.”

And what I get in return is the ultimate pleasure in the form of his guttural groans, his rutting erection, his body slamming into mine.

The climax builds with each word, each thrust of him inside me, until I shatter into a million different pieces around him, his name screaming past my lips. “Toby!”

“That’s it, come while you’re stuffed full of my dick,” he pants, keeping his erection buried inside me as his own orgasm comes roaring from him.

He takes each clench around him and meets it with a flex of his erection, each wave of pleasure coupled with his own.

Toby said he was going to ruin me.

I’m already ruined.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Toby

Now that I’ve had my taste of her, I can’t stop.

I won’t stop.

Last night was heaven, and for the first time in a lot of years, I remember every fucking second of Anna’s dirty cunt sucking the life right out of me.

I knew she was a freak under all that.

She just needed the right man to bring it out of her.

The shakes have finally stopped, and while I’m still nauseous if I move too fast, my dick works and that means I’m as good as always.

“No, Leo.” Anna scoffs into the phone and bitches to my band manager about how much snow has built up around the cabin, blocking the doors and blanketing over the driveway.

Pretty sure even the car is buried.

Which I have no intention of unburying because that just means I get to explore a little more with the Prune before life goes back to normal.

My grocery stunt has taken over the tabloids, restoring my shitty-bad-boy image with the media, which means as soon as the snow clears, we’re safe to go home.

There’s a twinge in my gut at the thought of leaving this place, this sanctuary of peace, but I’m also itching to get back into the studio. On stage. With my bandmates.

After I’m done fucking Anna in every room available.

“Anna,” I call from my spot on the bed, willing the vixen to come to me. Hopefully without clothes and a wet pussy in need of touching. “Come help me with the sauna.”

The pad of her feet echo down the hallway, her voice leading the way. “There’s a sauna?”

She appears in the doorway, not naked as I wished, and with hands to her hips.

“Uh, yeah. What the fuck did you think was in the bathroom?”

Her brow pinches. “A closet?”

Snickering, I scoot to the edge of the bed, still buck-ass naked, and stand with a shaking stretch. “Come with me.”

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