Page 44 of Enticing the Fixer

But for now, I ride wave after wave of orgasm as he watches every shudder. I should be embarrassed because no one has ever done these things to me, but I’m not. I don’t care that we’re having sex in someone else’s building.

Oh, shit. I should care. We forgot to lock the door. Anyone could walk in on us.

As I shift my hips, he grabs them and keeps me in place. “Not so fast. I’m not done with you yet.”

He removes his fingers from my depths, unfastens his jeans, and pulls them down, exposing his cock.

“But the door.”

“Doesn’t the thought of someone walking in on us turn you on?”

I shiver. “Yessss.”

Who am I? This is not me. I’m a responsible, overachiever who doesn’t do anything risky.

“Good.” He leers at me while stroking his cock. My eyes glue themselves to his movements. Whenever I think he can’t get any sexier, he does something else. Something completely hot and dirty. “Roll over onto your hands and knees.”

“Really?”

“I want to see your ass as I fuck you.” The cords of his neck are strained as he works faster over his flesh.

“O-okay.” I swallow and crawl onto my hands and knees. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

His hand rests on my hips. “You’ve never done what?”

“The only sex I’ve ever had before this was boring, lights off, kind of stuff.”

“Well, Baby, get ready to be educated.” The growl in his throat is evidence my lack of experience is pleasing to him. He fists the elastic of my panties and yanks, causing them to shred. “That’s better.”

As his calloused palms ride over my ass, he leans down and repeatedly swipes his tongue along my seam. Not that I need to be primed for more sex, I’m already dripping with need for him.

The cushions shift as he positions himself behind me. Before I can inhale, his cock is buried to the hilt, and his balls are smacking off my clit. His movements are frantic as his zipper bites into my flesh. The pleasure center of my brain is on high alert, and loving every second of the pounding into my pussy.

Each inward thrust elicits a gasp from my lips as he presses against my cervix and each outward pull rides the metal bars over the tight walls of my pussy. “That feels so good.”

“That’s it, Sugar. Enjoy everything I do to you. Every dirty thing. It’s all heaven.” His hands grip my hips as he plunges into me. My breasts rock forward and back with the movements and rub against the fabric of my bra. The one he sucked on is cupped by the bottom of my bra, and the other remains fully encased.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Never.” He reaches around my hip and pinches and tugs on my clit.

“Oh, my God.” My body convulses, and the walls of my sex clamp down on his cock.

“Fuck, yes, Baby.” His thighs are tense as he pushes deep inside of me. I fall forward with my face landing on the cushion and his body quivering behind me.

That was…. Lord. I don’t even know what that was.

Chapter Twenty

Leo

As Kinsley bites the end of the loaded potato skin, her lips nudge my fingertips, and a zap of energy shoots straight to my toes. Despite not looking for a relationship, I’m already knee-deep.

She moans as she swallows, and my dick decides he’s not had enough. Seriously, she’s starving. Let the woman eat. Then, convince her to go for round number two.

“That’s so good. I don’t even care that it’s cold.” She snatches the rest of the potato skin from my grip and stuffs it in her mouth. I love her enthusiastic response to things. Especially her responses to sex. Since I can’t be her first, I’m determined to be her best. And I’ve always been an A+ student.

“Are you feeling better?” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as I sit facing her with my elbow on the back of the sofa cushion and my knee braced against her thigh.

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