Page 88 of Unfix Me

“Do you want me to be gentle?” I asked. “Or fuck you like I mean it?”

His teeth clamped down on my lower lip, making my hips stutter for a moment.

“Everything. Give me everything.”

Sitting up, I grasped his pelvis and reached as far as I could inside of him. He dropped his head back to look at the ceiling. With each thrust, his lips parted further and he got louder. I wanted to make him reach levels that would let everybody know exactly how I meant to claim this man.

“Let me see you touch yourself,” I demanded. “And don’t stop looking at me.”

He did as I asked, maintaining eye contact while he stroked his dick. I dropped my gaze to it, reducing my movements, focusing on building his pleasure.

“Kai,” he gasped.

“Say it louder.”

“Kai!” he shouted when I thrust into him fully.

God, that almost made me lose it. I struggled to keep myself from finishing and went back to small movements that had him making unintelligible noises. Leaning over him, I latched onto his neck, maintaining suction on his skin while my torso rubbed against his dick. When he cried out, his ass quivered around me and I made a couple of long strokes before I came undone with him. Biting down hard on his shoulder, I rode it out, legs shaking and arms trembling.

I collapsed on top of him, barely managing to keep myself from crushing him. He didn’t seem to mind having my weight on him. Sen wasn’t breakable and I loved that.

“Question,” I said, rolling off of him. “How’s sex now?”

Covering his face with his hands, he laughed. “Better.”

“Better… Hell no. Try again.”

He threw a leg over me to straddle me. I sat up and gripped his hips.

“It was incredible. I loved it.”

I smiled, then bit my lip. “Yeah. It really was.”

“So, are you fuckable or are you one of those strict role types?”

Raising a brow, I slid my hands around to his back. “I’m flexible. But…” My fingers spider crawled up to his shoulder blades and he shivered. “I do have a preference. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes. With you, at least. I feel safe, I guess, and you obviously know what you’re doing.”

“It’s not hard. You get squeakier when you really like something.”

“Squeakier?” he gawked.

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

“I’m not a mouse.”

I chomped on his neck playfully. “Just for me, you are.”

His phone buzzed on the nightstand and my eyes widened. He grabbed it and shook his head.

“Don’t worry. It’s just an alarm.”

“For what? Don’t tell me it’s study time.”

“Meds.”

He stood and started gathering his clothes.

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