Page 91 of The Fixer

Oh, he liked the sound of that “please.” He pushed in one finger, and she drew in what sounded like a breath of relief. Another, and she let out a shaky exhale. He moved his fingers in and out, slowly at first, letting her adjust. When he added a third finger and brought his thumb to the party, she wailed and jerked, her movements out of sync, as though she were short-circuiting rather than getting off.

He slowed the tempo. “Relax, princess. Let me do this for you. Does it feel good? Do you need me to change anything?”

A reedy noise that sounded like “No” was his answer.

When he picked up the pace again, the jolting repeated. He withdrew his fingers, chuckling inside at her huffs of protest. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m going to take care of you. I just need to change things up. Lie down.”

Panting, she shot him a questioning look over her shoulder. “You’re kinda bossy.”

“And you kinda like it. On your back. Now,” he demanded in a harsh tone.

If he read her signals right, she dug him taking charge. She also dug the dirty talk. With what brainpower he still had at his command, he made a mental note to ramp up both.

She plopped onto the mattress and wriggled up toward the headboard, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“That’s right. Good girl.” His cock was going to have a permanent imprint of a zipper on it if he didn’t let it loose, so he unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his jeans, and unzipped. He toed out of his shoes and pulled down his pants and his underwear, kicking them off to the side. His cock sprang free, and he nearly groaned in relief. Meanwhile, Joy’s eyes fastened on his dick and widened.

He gave himself a long stroke. “Like what you see?” Yeah, he was being cocky as hell, but the sparks in her eyes and her head bobs emboldened him. She was obviously enjoying his antics. More than anything, though, he wanted to deliver that elusive orgasm—and then some. If he could get her good and worked up, he might get her there.

“I didn’t hear your answer,” he pressed.

“Yes,” she rasped, “I like it. Very much.”

He stroked himself again, once, twice. “You’re going to like it even better when I’m drilling into you. I can’t decide if that’s going to be from the back or the front the first time.”

If it was even possible, her eyes went rounder. They darted side to side. “Did you bring a condom?”

“Several, but we’re not there yet. No, we’re alongway from needing a condom.” He flicked a finger at her juncture. “Spread your legs, princess. Wide. I need to fit my shoulders between them.”

“You’re not going to—”

“I sure as hell am. Now lie back and quit talking, unless it’s filthy talk or you’re telling me how much you love my tongue inside you.”

She scooted backward, digging her heels into the mattress. “But I haven’t showered since last night.”

“Then you’ll taste all natural, like pure Joy.” He knelt on the bed, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her back down again. Leaning over her, he pulled in an exaggerated inhale and licked his lips for effect. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. You’re going to taste so fucking sweet.”

She blinked. Three times. “What if I don’t like it?”

“Then you’ll tell me, and I’ll stop. But I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen.”

Her chest rose and fell as her breath quickened, making her breasts jiggle. The building excitement was so thick he might need to push it aside like a curtain.

He swept his fingers up and down the side of her calf in long, even strokes. “I want you bad, Joy. I’m dying to have you, in case it isn’t obvious.” He rubbed his rock-hard length along her thigh. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything we’re doing, you just say the word. It’ll be a challenge to stop, but I’ll abide by your wishes.”

The assumptive close. And God, he was praying it worked and she didn’t tell him to stop. As much as he was trying to turn her dial to extra-high, his own dial had blown way past hers. His pump was fully primed.

Determination came into her caramel orbs, and she leveled them on him. “I don’t want you to stop, Charlie. Take me any and every way you want.” Her head dropped back, her eyes closed, and she swept her arms above her head in sweet surrender.

Fuuuuuck!

He snatched a pillow, lifted her head, and bunched it underneath her neck, propping her up. Startled eyes snapped to his, and he gave her a sly smile. “So you can watch what I do to you, princess. Meanwhile, I’ll be watching your gorgeous face when I fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh!”

He propped her knees up and nudged them. “Relax.” She obeyed and let her legs fall open. “Oh yeah. Just like that.” Sitting on his haunches between her legs, he took in the view and whistled softly. His thumbs caressed the silky skin at the top of her thighs. What thoughts his brain could muster were powerful, primal. They existed deep in his gut and connected directly to his cock. But one coherent notion echoed through him: this was the woman he was about to lay claim to.

When he next spoke, his voice was like sandpaper. “I need you to do something for me.”

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