Page 77 of The Fix

It’s enough to set her off, her orgasm coating my tongue as she rides out the wave with grinding hips and gasping moans.

I hum into her core, and she shudders, her body slumping.

“My turn,” I growl into her, lifting her from my chest and planting her beside me. I roll on top of her and settle between her thighs, my dick achingly stiff.

“Wait,” Anna breathes out, her hand flattening on my abs. “I wanna …” She licks her lips and sucks in a breath. “I want to be on top.”

Quirking a brow, I grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

I settle on my back, my hand finding hers and threading our fingers together.

I tell myself it’s to help her to her knees. To assist her in getting back on top of me.

It’s nothing.

But she doesn’t release my grip when she climbs on top of me, her thighs spread over my hips, and she lowers that delicious cunt I can still taste over my pulsing dick.

“Anna,” I growl out as she envelops me, her tightness stealing my breath almost as much as our joined hands going over my head where she braces herself. Her other hand finds my chest as she rides me, taking all of me.

Consuming me.

I feel her in my chest. In my bones. In each breath that gets me closer to that edge.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last.”

I curl my entwined fingers around hers, my free hand going to her hip and guiding her movements when she shudders.

“Oh God,” she whispers, her muscles tensing, her body pulsing over me. “I’m gonna—”

Her words cut off with a scream that rips from her chest, her cunt fluttering around me, her back arching.

I hold onto her, my grip keeping her hips close to mine as she grinds out her orgasm on me.

I couldn’t stop mine if I tried.

It rips through me, devouring me to my core as I fill the condom.

“Fuck, Mama. Fuck.”

My breath heaves, my vision of Anna blurred as she slumps over me.

“Same,” she utters, and I glance down at her to find her cheek smooshed against my pec, right over my racing heart. Her lids are half closed, her fingernails scratching through the hair on my chest. “That was intense.”

I chuckle, the sound deeper than normal. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“God, I love that.”

I’m too far gone to put meaning to the words when I lazily trail my gaze from her lips to find her eyes already studying me. “What?”

“The way your voice sounds after—y’know.”

“My sex voice?”

She nods, her hair rustling against my skin. “Yes, that. Keep saying the words.”

I snort. “Weren’t you the one giving me shit about having shit to do?”

“Doesn’t matter right now.”

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