Page 118 of Fixing to Be Mine

He doesn’t. His tongue dives deeper, plunging into my pussy with quick, shallow thrusts. I can feel his stubble scraping against my inner thighs, the rough sensation only adding to the fire burning between my legs. He’s relentless, his mouth workingme over, like he’s trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from my body.

And then he slips a finger inside me, curling it just right to hit that sweet spot. I’m trembling now, my legs shaking as he adds a second finger, stretching me open, fucking me with his hand while his tongue continues its assault on my clit. It’s too much and not enough, all at once. My vision blurs white.

“I’m gonna—” I whimper, my voice breaking.

He doesn’t let up. If anything, he drives harder, tighter, like he’s chasing something only I can give him. His fingers piston in and out of me, his tongue flicking my clit faster and faster. I can feel the orgasm building and my control is ready to snap. With that thought, it does.

I come with a scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through me. He takes every sliver of ecstasy from me until I’m a trembling, whimpering mess.

When he finally pulls away, his face is glistening with my juices, his lips swollen and wet. He looks up at me with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction that he can bring me to the edge so easily.

“Damn, darlin’. That might be a record,” he purrs, his voice dripping with confidence.

The air is thick with a heady cocktail of sweat, musk, and us. His cock is a monument, veins thick, like they’re about to burst. I’m sprawled on the silk sheets of the bed, my legs spread open, waiting.

“Give me what I want.”

“Just admiring you,” he murmurs. His voice is like gravel being dragged over my skin.

“My pretty little storm. You’re mine.”

I whimper, nodding, my body trembling with need. “Yours.”

He doesn’t make me wait any longer. In one brutal motion, he slams into me, stretching me to the limit. I scream, my backarching off the bed, my nails digging into his shoulders. He’s so big; it feels like he’s branding me from the inside out.

“Every fucking inch of me belongs to you,” he whispers, his hands gripping my hips so tight that I know I’ll bruise.

“Yes, I want all of you,” I confess.

He fucks me like he’s mine, his hips bucking into me with a rhythm that’s relentless and unforgiving. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with my moans and his grunts. My pussy is wet and aching for him, and every thrust sends shocks through my body.

“So damn perfect. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take me.”

“Technically,” I gasp, my head thrashing against the pillows, “you were made for me.”

Colt leans down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You gonna squirt for me, darlin’?” he asks.

He shifts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside me that makes my entire body convulse. He keeps driving into me, deeper, harder, until I can’t catch my breath.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he encourages. “Let it go, sweetheart. Give it all to me.”

I explode, my pussy spasming around him as I squirt all over his cock, the sheets, everything. The sensation is so intense that it feels like I’m being ripped apart and put back together at the same time. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a moment to recover. He keeps pounding into me, driving deep with a force that leaves me trembling.

“You’re mine to fuck, mine to claim. Say it.”

“Yours,” I sob, my body still shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “All yours.”

He growls, an almost-animalistic sound, and then he’s coming, too, his length pulsing inside me as he fills me with his cum. Every hot drop spills into me. He collapses on top of me,his body heavy and sweaty, his breath ragged against my neck. We stay like that for what feels like forever …

He’s still inside me, warmth spilling between us, like even our bodies don’t want to let go. I’m a mess, my body limp and spent, but I’ve never felt more alive.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, brushing hair from my face.

“So are you.”

Colt slides out of me with agonizing slowness, as if drawing out every second he can keep us tangled. For a long moment, he watches me with rawness in his eyes. I’m still reeling. Even after he fucked me like he tried to break me, the way he studies my face is gentle.

“I love you,” he whispers.

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