Page 62 of Fixer for the Billionaire

She gazes adoringly at the thick length jutting skyward, then takes it into her mouth, closing her lips around it and pulling until I hear a slick pop.

I grin, lacing my fingers in her hair as I look down at her. "If you want me to take control, baby, just say the word, and I'll do it."

She nods, and that's all I need.

My hands cup her jaw and neck lovingly as I begin to pump, pistoning into Carmina's mouth.

It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen: Carmina Sanchez on her knees, my steel cock disappearing into her mouth and back. The sound of her moans around me as she closes her eyes and takes me.

Giving me the control she'd held onto for dear life. Trusting me... with that control. With her body.

And though it's hard to pull away—harder than prying apart a wreck with the Jaws of Life—I manage.

"Fuck," I swear into the silence of the suite.

I step back. Cupping my hands under Carmina's arms, I lift her to her feet. "I need you fucking now."

Unwrapping my boxer briefs from my ankles, I kick off my shoes and socks, sending them sailing across the room.

Carmina giggles—actually giggles—and I reach for her, bending down to throw her over my shoulder. As she dangles, giving me a smack on my bare ass, I grin like I've won the lottery.

With her, I have, as I march towards the bedroom.

The sheets smell of lavender and vanilla, soft and inviting. I toss Carmina onto the bed, making her squeal with delight. She bounces on the mattress, her chocolate waves of hair fanning out around her head like a halo.

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't think you're getting away that easily," she says.

I unfasten my button-down shirt as I make my way towards the bed. Carmina's eyes widen at the sight of my toned chest, her lips parting in anticipation. I smirk and climb onto the bed, crawling towards her like she's prey.

Beautiful, willing, seductive, sensual prey whose eyes are begging me to fuck her.

"Looks like someone is eager to get started," I tease, hovering above Carmina's flushed face. The sight of her simultaneous confidence and shyness makes me want to push her buttons even more.

Still in her lacy lingerie, her nipples on display, she sinks into the bed as I hover above her. I trace the outline of one dusky areola with a fingertip, and she sighs.

"Christ, you're exquisite," I utter in a gritty huff.

She smiles. "You're just realizing that?"

"Hell no. I knew it the moment I met you. But now my dick definitely knows it."

"Your dick has good taste."

"And it's getting better and better by the second."

Exhaling, I wrap my mouth around one of Carmina's tender nipples. As she begins to whimper, I place my hand between her legs. She's wet, already soaked, and when I press the heel of my hand against her clit and rub, she cries out.

"Oh my God!"

I chuckle, raising my lips from her skin. "Baby, God has nothing to do with what I just did. But if you'd like me to arrange a personal meeting between the two of you, that can be arranged."

I grin, rolling over towards the nightstand. Retrieving a condom from inside, I rip the foil open with my teeth. Fishing out the rubber, I'm surprised when Carmina's fist wraps around my fingers.

Her dark brown eyes shine. "Let me."

I nod and reach over to remove her lacy underwear, and she lets me. Flicking the damp fabric across the room, I lean back on the bed. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as Carmina rubs a thumb over the pre-cum at the tip of my dick. I groan as she kisses it away, her fingers steady as she rolls the condom over my swollen tip and down to the base.

In the moonlit dark of the bedroom, she is positively breathtaking.

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