Page 82 of Fixing to Be Mine

“So are you,” I mutter, and then we both laugh.

It’s a big step, a line we can’t uncross. I find our nervousness adorable.

“If you want to stop …”

“Are you kidding?” Colt kisses his way down to where my thighs meet, pressing his lips flat, teasing with stubble. “I want you as much as you want me,” he confesses. “More, if I’m honest.”

I think about the girl I was at the beginning of this year, the one who would have shied away from the pleasure. If I could go back in time, I’d shake her by the shoulders, tell her that she needed to leave, and to find a man who knew her worth, who cherished and worshipped her. He exists, and his name is Colt Valentine.

Carefully, he hooks his fingers in the seam of my panties and slides them down, revealing all of me.

A choked gasp releases from me when his fingers brush along my pussy, discovering every want I’ve tried to hide.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so wet.”

“You do that to me.” I’m naked and exposed, and I’m risking it all for him. Emotionally and physically. Fuck, mentally too. Regardless, I give myself to him, hoping this isn’t reckless.

By the time his mouth closes over my clit, I’m pure electricity, and every nerve is wired for him. He’s learning me, tongue and lips and careful questions. Every time I shake or shudder, he says my name in that deep, ruined way, like I’m a language he’s teaching himself to speak.

“Mmm, Stormy. Your pussy is perfect.”

“It’s yours,” I gasp out, my fingers grabbing the blanket beneath me.

“Yeah? Tell me who it belongs to.”

“My pussy belongs to you,” I whimper when his large fingers slip inside and curl upward. The pleasure is so intense; I fist his hair so hard that I almost apologize.

He groans between my legs, and I see sparks behind my eyelids. I’m not quiet, but it’s not like anyone could hear me out here, screaming his name in this secluded oasis. Let the entire goddamn state know I’m alive beneath this man, painted in starlight, and greedy for more of his mouth and fingers.

His face is buried between my thighs like he’s starving, and I’m the last meal on earth. His breath is hot and wet against my pussy. The tip of his tongue teases my clit, flicking it with precision, causing my back to arch off the blanket. My tits bounce as I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

“Colt,” I moan, my voice trembling, “don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

He doesn’t.

“Love it when you moan my name like that.” His tongue is relentless, sliding down to my slit, lapping at my juices like he’s fucking addicted to the taste of me.

I can hear the obscene, wet sounds of his mouth working me over, and it drives me wild. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, and I feel so fucking vulnerable with him, but I don’t care. I trust him. And I want him to devour me, to ruin me, to claim me like no man ever has before.

When his tongue plunges inside me again and he fucks me so damn good with it, I cry out. My hips buck against his face, creating more friction, and he groans. The vibration sends shock waves through my cunt. His tongue darts in and out, curling and twisting, hitting every sensitive spot until I’m a wet, writhing, moaning mess.

“Colt,” I whimper, my voice breaking, “you’re the first man to ever do that and …”

He pulls back for a moment, his lips glistening with my arousal, and he looks up at me with those hungry blue eyes.

“I love being your first, darlin’,” he growls.

Then he’s back on me, his tongue circling my clit, sucking it into his mouth, and I scream.

My legs are shaking, my whole body trembling as he works me closer and closer to the edge. I’m losing control.

His fingers rejoin the party, sliding inside me, curling and stroking that sweet spot that makes me see a kaleidoscope of colors. I’m panting, my tits heaving, my nipples hard and aching for attention. I grab them, pinching, allowing the pleasure to soar through me. The pressure’s building, twisting tight in my belly.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m so close. Colt …”

He doesn’t let up, his fingers pumping faster and deeper. His tongue flicking harder. I scream out, the orgasm pullingme under, and I fall off the edge. My body convulses, my cunt clenching around his fingers as I scream his name. Pleasure rips through me, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, milking every last drop from me until I’m a trembling heap on the blanket.

He finally pulls away, his face slick with my juices, and he grins up at me like the fucking devil.

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