Page 113 of Enticing the Fixer

She glances up at me. “That was perfect.”

“Thank you.” I kiss her forehead and inhale the scent of coconut and vanilla. Whatever shampoo she uses should be sold as a calming fragrance.

Her hand moves from my chest to cup my cock.

“You need your rest.” I grab her fingers, pull them upward, and away from my angry dick. He’s not impressed with the doctor’s orders or my restraint.

“Please.” She rolls her eyes, raises to a seated position, and has the waistband of my shorts below my thighs, exposing my raging hardon before I can respond. “You’re being ridiculous.” She grasps my flesh, and it’s like a chill crashing into an electrical current as the hairs on my arms stand. “He didn’t say anything about not sucking dick or riding cock.”

“God,” I groan and fall into the pillow. I should tell her to stop, but I’m not an idiot.

As her hot mouth encircles me, I grab her ass and rub her flesh as her frantic movements cause my balls to tighten. The fact she can drag me into oblivion in seconds should piss me off. I pride myself on control, and I don’t want to know where she perfected the art of giving head. But….

My thighs tighten as every inch of my body readies to shoot my cum down her throat. What was I thinking? Who the fuck cares.

Her nails scrape along the underside of my scrotum, and I jerk upright, grabbing her shoulders and pull her off my erection. “You’ve got to stop.” My breath comes out in a gasp. Her wide eyes are filled with lust. Her pink lips are swollen and perfect for fucking.

“Was it too much, Baby?” she coos as she places her legs on either side of me, grasps my cock, and slides her hand over my shaft. I should take off my clothes, but it would take up too much time.

“You’re killing me.” I hold her hips in place. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to make a fool out of myself and potentially hurt her.

She runs her top teeth over her bottom lip, slowly exposing it until it pops free. “I’m not a delicate flower, and I need your dick pounding into me. If you don’t fuck me like you mean it, you’re never getting into this–”

I haul her down to me and crash my mouth against hers, lunging my tongue deep into her. She’s going to kill me, but I’ll love every second of it. I flip her over onto her back with her legs wrapped around my waist and give her everything she’s begging for until we’re both drenched in sweat, and she’s straining against me, racing toward her next orgasm.

In and out. Gentle then hard. Faster and slower. Until I’m drowning in her. I grasp her ass, tilting her pelvis upward, and strike my cock over her G spot.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Ohhhh, fuck.” Her moans fill the room as she digs her heels into the mattress and drops her knees to the fabric.

From there, I have the perfect angle as I batter into her, eliciting whimpers and moans. Her nails dig into my back, piercing through the fabric. So fucking good. I don’t want to ever stop.

My legs burn from exhaustion as my balls slap against her ass. Every move is more difficult than the last as her walls suck and pull me deeper, not wanting to let me go. They tug on my piercing, sending a sensation of pleasure and pain through all my nerve endings.

“Oh, my God, fuck.” She wraps her legs back around me like a vice and won’t let go. The small movements of her pussy pulling at me sends me flying over the edge. I stiffen as spurt after spurt of my cum empties inside of her.

Moments later, I fall onto my back, hauling her down with me. My shirt collar is tight at the back of my neck as I gasp for air, but the irritation isn’t enough to get my arms to move.

She raises off me and falls to the side while still wrapped in my arms. “Now, was that so hard?”

“Yes,” I grumble and close my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been through enough as it is. It tears me in two to think of anything happening to you or the baby. I don’t know how long it will take for me to feel like you’re safe.” I slowly open my eyes and lick my lips. “I thought I was doing okay, but I’m not.” I lift my arm and lace my fingers through hers. They tremble as I force back everything we’ve been through. “I couldn’t survive if anything happened to you.”

The pure adoration on her face makes my heart skip a beat. “Leo, will–”

“Stop.” Panic swells in my chest. “I’ll be right back.” I’m doing this right. I jump off the bed, fastening my pants as I rush across the room and dig into my overnight bag until I find the box I’m looking for–the one between my shaving kit and my toothbrush.

Having friends that will drop everything to run an errand for you is priceless.

When I return to the bed, she’s propped against the pillows with the blanket clutched to her chest and eyeing me like I’m sneaking around behind her back, trying to pick up some chick. That’s never going to happen. Nor am I going to keep things from her.

Well… that’s not entirely true. I’ve made some travel plans that I’ll keep secret for a minute, and there will be tons of gifts I’m going to lay at her feet over the years.

“What are you doing?”

I light the candles in the room until there’s a soft glow and the faint scent of lavender. It’s supposed to be good for pregnant women, but I’m not about to tell her I researched it.

Once I have the look I’m aiming for, I walk over to the bed, sit on the edge, and grab her hand. “I’m going to do this right. I want you to have an amazing story to tell our grandchildren about how I fought a dragon and rescued you.”

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “That is an amazing story.”

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