Page 17 of Enticing the Fixer

The words all bombard me with different levels of reality to them.

Her nails dig into my skull as she rocks into my stomach and rotates her apex over the head of my cock. Even through my jeans, her heat surrounds me.

“Babe, we’ve got to stop,” I mumble against her lips

“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to stop, and if you try to stop, I might turn into Ted Bundy.”

God, I’m going to fall in love with her. She unwraps her thighs from me, slides down to the ground, and unfastens my jeans. The second her delicate fingers wrap around my flesh, her eyes widen into circles, and she gawks at my crotch. “A Jacob’s Ladder and a Prince Albert? If I rub it, will a genie come out?”

I arch an eyebrow. “Overkill?”

“Not hardly. It’s a first, but I must say, I’m impressed. And you’re not even overcompensating for anything.”

She continues to stroke, tugging on each of the piercings. It’s too much. It’s too intense. It’s too… Everything. Damn it. Get a grip. You’re going to come in her hand and look like a fool.

I slip my fingers inside her panties and slide into the wetness. She groans and spreads her legs wider. Wet. Hot. Tight. Hot. Sweet heaven. Her fist pumps up and down on my shaft until my balls ache with pressure.

I growl, “You’ve got to stop.”

“No.” Her eyes glow. “You’ve got to come.”

I convulse at her dirty mouth. She drops her panties to the floor and kicks them away with her boot. “I want you buried deep inside of me. I need you pounding into me until I come so hard on your cock.”

“Shit.” I lift her up while spinning her until her back is against the wall.

In one motion, my dick is deep inside her, surrounded by her tight walls. She gasps and lunges her pelvis toward me, taking me to the hilt. The slickness of her sex makes my eyes roll back into my head. God, everything about this woman is perfection.

“Fuck, yes.” She digs her nails into my shoulders and rotates her hips in a circle while biting down on my erection. The sensation is overwhelming. My balls tighten with each inward lunge into her core as she drags me closer to exploding. I want it to last, but it’s impossible. She’s doing things to me that no one else ever has. Making me want more.

“Babe, you’ve–”

“Shut up.” She pulls back and glares. “Fuck me hard. Possess me. Make me forget that this night started out crappy but has become one I’ll always remember.”

“As you wish.” I grab her hips and repeatedly pound into her as my jeans dig into my thighs. Her breasts lurch upward with each piercing of her sex, begging for my mouth. The second I clasp onto one, her back arches, and she shoves her chest into my face.

“Yes. That feels so good.” Her head bangs into the wall, but it doesn’t faze her as her gasps and mews fill the room, combining with the slapping sounds of our bodies coming together. Heaven. I don’t want this to ever end.

I don’t want to wake up and find out this was a dream. I need that genie she spoke of to grant me three wishes.

Why does this have to be one night?

Why? Because I made a promise to Truman. I must make the case a priority. But then? I’ll have all the time in the world to pursue her because this is not a one-and-done. We fit too easily together for this to not be worth exploring in intimate and thorough detail.

Stop. That’s the sex talking.

She arches her pelvis upward and tightens her pussy over my cock. “Please, don’t stop. Right there. Please. I’m so close.” She gasps and stares into my eyes.

I shudder from head to toe at the intensity of the moment. Her mouth falls open, her knees spread wider, and her boot heels dig into my ass. “Fuck. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Yesss. Oh, God, Yesssss. Don’t fucking stop.”

Her entire body convulses, and her face softens with something akin to adoration. I want that look again, and only for me. At least for a few nights. Until I can get her out of my system.

I claim her mouth and repeatedly fuck into her until I can’t hold back any longer.

“Fuuuuck,” I grunt as spasm after spasm rockets through my cock. I’ve never experienced such an earth-shattering soul-shaking orgasm before. Even when our bodies are spent, we continue to kiss as if neither of us wants to break the connection.

Shit. Bareback.So much for all that big talk in the car. I pull back. “I forgot a condom.”

She blinks as if she’s processing the information. “Okay.” She shakes her head as if she’s swiping away the cobwebs. “I’m on the pill. Here’s to hoping you didn’t give me syphilis.”

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