Page 58 of Happy Endings

She stopped with one leg still in her jeans. Andre’s mouth hung open.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

Trixie slipped off her pants and spun around to give him the full view of the black lace bra and panty set. The underwire bra was designed to support, yet left her nipples free.

“Women buy beautiful lingerie only to toss it off during sex. Zoe wanted to design some that didn’t need to be taken off during sex.” Trixie felt beautiful in all her friend’s designs, but seeing the look on Andre’s face—she truly understood why Zoe created this line.

“If you don’t take off those panties and come closer, I’m going to rip them off,” he growled, and reached for her.

“Don’t you dare!” She swatted his hand. “They’re crotchless.”

With those words, he pulled her onto the futon next to him and kissed her hard. His mouth seared kisses onto her chest, forcing her to lay back. He circled his tongue around her nipples. Suckledthem until they were hard and aching. She gasped for breath between the bolts of pleasure zapping through her body.

“Nope, we’re doing this my way.” Trixie pushed him away from her until she could slip out from under him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He stood up and put his hands out in surrender. “Your wish is my command.”

With a playful push, he fell back onto the futon. She climbed onto his lap, grabbed his hand, and slid it between her legs. She guided him to the lace opening, which was soaked with her arousal.

“Fuck, Trixie.” He groaned. “You’re so wet. Hot and soft like velvet.”

His fingers curved, finding the bundle of nerves inside her. She moaned. When his thumb pressed onto her clit, she lifted her hips up to meet him.

“Harder,” she gasped.

“As you wish.” He withdrew his fingers and thrust them back inside her.

She grabbed the back of the futon and rode his fingers curled up against her G-spot while his thumb pressed harder against her clit with every thrust.

“Take what you need, baby,” he growled into her ear.

She grabbed his shoulders and undulated her hips faster. His tender yet sexy words coupled with the curling and uncurling of his fingers was almost too much to take.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re in charge.” He nipped her neck. “I’ll give you everything you need. Anything you want.”

With that promise in her ear, her world exploded as waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body. This was a man who accepted—no—encouraged her to be her true self. He believed in her dream and wanted her to succeed.

“I need you, Trixie. Need to be closer to you.” His voice was gravelly with desire.

“Andre, let me fuck you.” She stared into his eyes, challenging him to cede control to her again.

He extricated his fingers from inside her. She gasped at the emptiness.

“I can’t think of anything better,” he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. “There’s a condom on the desk, can you reach it?”

Her short arms couldn’t reach, so she disentangled herself and swiped it off the table. Andre reached for the foil packet, but she pulled it out of his reach.

“Allow me.”

He grunted. “Hurry, please.”

Feeling heady with power, she opened the condom in slow motion, making a show of studying it before sliding it onto him. This was a feeling she could get used to.

Trixie straddled him again, this time hovering over him, teasing him. He bucked his hips to reach her, but she pulled away.

“Now, now, what’s the rush?” She gently ran her nails down his chest.

“This will be over really soon if you don’t sit on me,” he said through clenched teeth.

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