Page 75 of The Fix

Pushing up to my knees, I reach a hand back between my shoulder blades and grasp the shirt, pulling it over my head.

“That’s better,” Anna mutters before bolting upright, her hands back on me, her lips finding my pecs and leaving hot kisses in her wake.

“Huh,” I rumble out and lick my lips when her teeth latch on to an already hard nipple. “Who’s insatiable now?”

“Your fault,” Anna growls out, her lips tracing their way across my chest.

“If you weren’t so fucking sexy, I would’ve kept my hands to myself.” I hiss when her teeth clamp down on my other nipple, the pain throbbing down to my hard dick.

“Right,” she mumbles against my skin, her hands warm against my hips. “It wasn’t because it was just convenient or anything.”

I grip her shoulders, pushing her back down to the bed. Her startled stare finds me and my jaw ticks beneath my furrowed brow. “That’s all you think this is? Convenience?”

She shrugs.

Shrugs.

The center of my chest pinches at her response as I stare down into her intense green eyes, glistening with concern.

Isn’t it, though?

Pitching forward, I brace most of my weight on an arm, the rest of me settling between her thighs. I grind into her, my body too desperate to feel her feeling me. “You’re not a simple convenience, Mama, fuck.”

My lips find hers when she goes to speak, cutting her off as I claim her tongue with mine. She melts against me, her hips lifting to meet my grinds, the rest of her putty beneath me.

“That’s it, Mama,” I say when I pop my lips free and suck in air. “Feel what you do to me. How fucking hard you make me.”

She whimpers, her nails digging into my back as my head hangs into the space between her shoulder and neck. “Need you.”

“Yeah? Need me inside that wet cunt, do you, dirty girl?”

“Yes.”

I hum and free my dick. “Then touch me. Feel what you do to me, Anna.”

Whimpering, the woman does as she’s told and wraps a hand around my dick. My hips jut forward, a gasp ripping from my throat.

“God, you’re so hard.”

“Uh-huh,” I breathe out as she strokes me, her grip the perfect amount of tug and tightness. “You’re not the only one who needs something, Mama.”

Anna snickers. “I think I like this.”

A groaning snigger escapes me. “Torturing me?” I breathe into her neck. “Figured that out already.”

“No.” She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, and I hiss, “This.”

I’m not prepared when she twists her wrist as she strokes me all the way to the base and back up, the nails of her free hand scoring into my back.

The duality of pain and pleasure leaves me throbbing in her palm.

“Fuck,” I moan into her skin, my eyes rolling back. “Do that again and I’m gonna ruin this pretty little outfit with my cum.”

Anna snorts. “Then back up so I can get my pants off.”

Humming when she releases me, I flop onto my back beside her, my dick landing heavily against my abs. I drag in a breath, desperate to calm my racing heart.

“You’re so big.” I swear I feel her words in my dick, whispering over my skin and making it jump.

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