Page 44 of The Fix

Iasked, demanded … and I fucking receive.

Because Anna’s nails dig haphazardly into my groin, tearing the waistband of my shorts down until my dick springs free, and my balls are held up by the elastic.

One look.

For only one split second does her gaze flash to mine, before her lips spread and that pink tongue swipes across the head of my dick.

My escaping groan is instant when the feel of her tastebuds grazes over my sensitive flesh, and I force my eyes not to roll.

I don’t wanna look away.

“That’s it.” My grip migrates from her jaw to the back of her head, the red strands of her hair threading through my fingers. “Fuck—”

She takes the tip into her mouth, licking and sucking. Tingles explode across my skin, rushing up the length of my dick and all the way down to my wiggling toes.

It’s perfect.

It’s not enough.

She sucks more of me when I press on the back of her head tentatively, mewls around me, and my head falls back. “Fuck, that’s so good, Mama. Suck my dick like you hate me.”

I grunt as I hit the back of her throat, her muscles constricting around me, the motion sending goosebumps straight to my balls and then all the way up my chest.

Anna’s lips stretch around my cock and her tongue flicks at the underside of my head before taking me all the way back again until I feel the breath from her nose flutter across my abdomen. Goosebumps litter my skin when she moans around my shaft, the vibrations reverberating all the way up to my brain, and my abs clench. “Fuck. Open that throat. I’m gonna fucking cum down it.”

Surprising the hell out of me, I grunt when Anna arches her neck, loosening up enough for me to thrust into her. Gripping her hair, I ride her face until my balls draw up tight and I shoot down her throat.

She gags and sputters, her muscles working against the intrusion, but she swallows me.

All of me.

Until I’m wrung dry.

“Fuck, Mama.”

Lines of saliva drip from her chin when she pulls back and settles those intrusive green eyes on me. They’re wide, disbelieving, but darkened.

“Get on your back,” I growl.

Anna hesitates, swiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “Um …”

I grip her chin again, my palm sliding in the mess left there. “I wanna know how juicy that cunt is. Now get on your fucking back.”

Her breath shudders out of her, her lids fluttering closed, dark red lashes fanning out against her cheeks.

More color.

“Okay ...”

Anna falls back against the mattress, her arms going above her head.

Growling my approval, it’s my turn to curl my fingers around the waistband of her pants and peel them away from her hips. Except, I do it slow, keeping our gazes locked as the material glides down her thighs and pools at her ankles, exposing her cream-colored panties.

More color rushes to her face, her chest rising in uneven pants as I dip and plant my lips against the pale skin above her hip. “I hope you’re ready.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond, let alone think, before I’m ripping those pretty little panties down her knees and pressing her legs to her chest. Hands to the backs of her thighs, I lean in and take one long swipe from perineum to clit.

“Toby!” Anna cries out when my tongue touches the sensitive nerves, and her entrance pulses with need against my chin.

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