Page 106 of Fixing to Be Mine

“Yes,” she whispers.

The sun bleeds across the sky, painting the room in hues of amber and gold, but all I see is her. Her perfect fucking ass is arched over the edge of my bed for me, her thighs trembling slightly as she braces herself, her hands gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping her from falling into the abyss of pleasure I’m about to unleash.

I want her to watch every filthy second of this, and she obeys like a good girl.

Her reflection is fucking hypnotic—her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. She’s a goddess, and I’m about to worship her like one.

I drop to my knees behind her, the hardwood floor digging into me, but I don’t give a fuck.

My hands slide up the backs of her thighs, feeling heat radiating from her skin. I spread her cheeks apart, and there it is—her pussy, glistening and swollen, begging for my mouth. Her asshole winks at me, tight and tempting, but I’ll get to that later. Right now, I’m here for her sweet cunt.

I lean in, my breath hot against her folds, and she shudders, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I don’t dive in just yet. No, I tease her first. I drag my tongue along her slit, from the base of her pussy up to her clit again, and she gasps, her hips bucking back toward me.

“Fuck,” she moans.

I grin against her, placing soft, teasing kisses. This is just the beginning.

“See how fucking beautiful you are with my tongue inside you?” I ask, popping my head up to make sure she’s still obeying.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, savoring the way she squirms. Her juices are already dripping down her thighs, and I lap them up like a man dying of thirst. She tastes fucking divine—sweet and salty, with a hint of something primal that drives me wild. I bury my face deeper, my tongue plunging into her pussy, fucking her with it. She cries out, her hands clawing at the sheets, and I can see her reflection in the mirror—her eyes wide, her mouth open as desperate pants escape her.

I pull back for a moment, just to see her writhe, to see the desperation in her eyes as she looks at me in the mirror.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please what?” I ask, my voice rough. “Tell me what you want, darlin’.”

She hesitates for a second, then whispers, “I want your mouth on me. I want your fingers inside me.”

That’s all the permission I need.

I dive back in, this time with a vengeance. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as my fingers slide into her pussy, curling to find that sweet spot inside her. I work her over, my tongue and fingers moving in perfect harmony. I’m lost in her, in the taste of her, in the way she’s falling apart for me.

I pull my fingers out and bring them to her asshole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. She gasps, but she doesn’t pull away; instead, she pushes back against me, begging for more. I pull a tiny bottle of lube from my bedside drawer, wanting her to be comfortable, before I slide a finger inside her ass. She screams out as my tongue continues to devour her pussy.

My tongue is working her slit like it’s my goddamn job, lapping up every drop of her. She’s moaning, and I can feel her body shaking. I force her pussy harder against my mouth. My tongue flicks her clit, faster and more relentless, and she lets out a whimper that’s half pleasure, half desperation. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m fucking addicted to her, and I’m not stopping until she’s a wet, quivering, sobbing mess.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she gasps, her walls tightening around me like a fucking vise. I whisper to her the whole time, telling her how beautiful she is, how good she tastes, how much I want her just as she is.

She grinds her hips against my face. She’s panting now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and I know she’s close. I focus on her clit again, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. As she comes, her pussy pulses like it’s trying to milk my fingers dry.

“Keep watching, darlin’,” I say as I continue, not giving her a second to recover.

Her hands are gripping the sheets so tight that her knuckles are white. Her legs are shaking so much that she can barely keep herself upright. I’m not done with her yet—not even close. We’re not stopping until she knows how much she means to me.

Her body shatters with the force of her first orgasm. Her cries of pleasure echo through the room.

I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look at her in the mirror. She’s a fucking mess—her hair tangled, her skin flushed, her pussy dripping wet.

She looks at me with half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

“You make me feel so good,” she whispers.

“Keep your focus,” I tell her as I unzip my jeans, freeing my cock. I’m hard and too fucking desperate for her as I line myself up with her dripping entrance.

I slam into her in one brutal thrust. Her body jerking forward, and I hold her still, my hand wrapping around her throat as I start to fuck her hard and deep.

“Look at you, being so perfect for me,” I mutter, tightening my grip on her neck just enough to make her gasp. “Look at how fucking wrecked I am for you.”

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