Page 94 of Fixing to Be Mine

“I want you so bad,” he whispers against my mouth, even as his hand is already slipping under the hem of my skirt.

I nod, breathless. “What a coincidence …”

“Isn’t it?”

The restroom is small—too small for how fast we’re moving—but neither of us cares.

His mouth crashes into mine, all teeth and tongue, and I moan into him, my hands clawing at his shirt, yanking it up to touch the heat of his skin. He’s already hard, his thick cock straining against his jeans, and I can’t wait to get my hands on it. I fumble with his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation, and he lets out a guttural growl that echoes off the wall as I finally free him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat.

His lips are on me in an instant, sucking and biting, leaving marks that I’ll feel for days. I don’t care if anyone sees them. Let them know. Let them all know what he’s done to me.

His other hand is under my skirt, fingers sliding under the edge of my panties, and I gasp as he finds me wet and ready.

“Already soaked,” he mutters, his voice full of lust. He doesn’t waste time, pushing my panties aside and sliding two fingers inside me, curling them just right to make me cry out.

“More,” I beg, my hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more of him.

He listens, adding a third finger, stretching me open, and I can’t help but moan his name, the sound echoing off the restroom walls.

He pulls his fingers out, placing them in his mouth, sucking them before spinning me around. I bend over the counter, my hands gripping the edge for support. I hear the rustle ofhis jeans, and then he’s there, his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and hard and so fucking ready. He doesn’t enter me immediately, and my body nearly quivers for him.

“You want this?” he growls, his voice demanding.

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice trembling with need. “I need you.”

He doesn’t make me wait, just slams into me in one brutal thrust, filling me completely. I scream, the sound muffled by my own hand as I bite down on my fingers to keep from being too loud. But, fuck, it’s impossible to stay quiet. He grabs my hips, pulling me back onto him with every stroke, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. He stretches me in ways I didn’t think possible. Shock waves of pleasure flood through my body.

The bathroom is a fucking steam chamber. The mirror’s fogged up, but I don’t need to see myself to know how I look—hair a tangled mess, lips swollen from his kisses, my tits bouncing with every brutal thrust he drives deeper into me. I’m bent over the sink, my hands gripping the edge so hard that my knuckles are white, my ass in the air, and his cock buried to the hilt in my dripping cunt.

I’m so close already, my body trembling with the desperate need to come, and he knows what I need. He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in tight, slow circles that push me over the edge.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me,” he says into my ear, nibbling the shell. “You’re so fucking close.”

I gasp out, the orgasm ripping through me. I lose my balance, and he holds me up as I squeeze his cock so fucking tight. My body convulses around him, and he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice is strained.

He’s not gentle, not anymore. Not after I came the first time, screaming his name like a fucking banshee.

Now it’s raw, primal. The hard fucking that leaves bruises and marks. It’s the kind that makes me feel alive and reckless in the most depraved way possible. His hands are on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he slams into me, each thrust sending me to outer space. Every thick inch of him stretches me open, filling me in ways that make my toes curl and my pussy clench around him like a vise.

His soft pants send shivers down my spine. I moan, loud and shameless. I love the way he fucks me like he owns me but cherishes every minute. My pussy’s already throbbing, another orgasm building deep inside me, and I know he can feel it, too, the way my walls are tightening around him, trying to milk every drop of cum from his cock.

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice trembling. “Yes. Harder.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His pace quickens, his hips slamming into mine with a force that makes the sink rattle and my tits bounce even more. I can hear the wet sound of his balls slapping against my clit. Every thrust drives me wild. My clit’s swollen, aching for attention, and he reaches back down, like he can read my mind. His magic fingers work me again as he fucks me senseless.

“Lose control with me,” he says.

“Too late,” I pant out.

“Mmm. I’m going to fill your tight little pussy full.”

I’m close—so fucking close. I’m clenching around him, my body trembling as the pleasure rebuilds, and then it slams through me. I scream his name as I come, my cunt spasming around his cock, my juices gushing out of me as he fucks me through it, his thrusts never slowing down.

“Fuck yes. Three is the minimum tonight,” he mutters, his grip on my hips tightening. “That’s it. Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

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