Page 8 of Tracked By the Fixer

Isaiah pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side before reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra. As he shifts his attention to my pants, he says, “Just remember, baby, you’ll be getting exactly what you asked for.”

Instead of answering, I toss my bra to the side as he works me out of my jeans and underwear. I’m left standing in front of him completely bare. I’m a little self-conscious, having never been so vulnerable in front of another person before, but when I see the way his eyes darken as he takes in my form, all of that goes away.

“You’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be,” he groans, reaching forward to cup one of my breasts in his hand. My chest isn’t small by any means, but is hands are so large that he completely engulfs the mound of flesh. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

The corner of my mouth twitches slightly before I say, “Oh? Prove it.”

“You’re really going to get yourself in trouble with that pretty little mouth of yours,” he tells me before reaching for his belt buckle. He glances up at me and says, “Go on, get on the bed for me.”

Despite my fiery attitude just a few seconds ago, the tone of his voice makes me want to obey. I follow his command, walking over to the bed and settling on the center. My eyes return to Isaiah’s form just in time for me to catch him tossing his shirt aside.

I swallow hard when I see his torso. He’s built beyond belief. Even though it’s something that I’ve never considered before now, I think I want him to manhandle me. I know that he could easily pick me up or maneuver me into whatever position he wants me to be in.

Following the trail of his body, my gaze lands on the front of his boxers. There’s an obvious tent there, his hard cock that he was pressing against me not too long ago. Without even seeing his member, I know it’s huge.

“Speechless now?” he asks as he walks toward the bed.

“I–” I start to say before swallowing hard, realizing that my mouth is exceptionally dry.

He smirks, but I only catch it in my peripheral vision. I’m too focused on the way he’s sliding his boxers down. When his cock jumps out, I gasp.

It’s enormous. Suddenly, it makes sense that he wouldn’t want to have sex with me in that shed. I’m not even sure it’ll fit.

“Come here,” he says as he gets on the bed with me, positioning himself between my legs. He grabs my face, pulling me into another passionate kiss.

I melt into it, spreading my legs even wider. He takes the unspoken invitation, sliding his hand down my body. His touch skips right over the place I want it the most. Instead, he teases the top of my inner thighs.

Sparks spread through my entire body, blooming from the place where he’s caressing me to each of my nerves. My head feels cloudy with need. I think that if my mouth wasn’t occupied with his, I’d be begging.

What kind of magic is this man working on me?

He either has mercy on me or just can’t wait any longer because hefinallytouches the parts of me that are most sensitive. The caress of his fingers is gentle at first, almost teasing. I whimper into his mouth, unable to stop needy noises from escaping as my body sings with desire.

As he rubs my folds and teases around my clit, my hips buck up without my permission. I’m no longer in control of myself, I’m completely under his spell. And, the way that he moves makes it clear that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says, pulling back to observe my expressions. He slides two fingers into my opening, spreading them as if to get me ready. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

“Please,” I say breathlessly, somehow finding my voice.

“You think you can take it?” he asks as he pushes another finger into me. “You’re really tight, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to break you.”

“I can take it,” I say, grabbing onto him even harder, my short, manicured nails digging into his flesh, meeting resistance against his muscles.

“Yeah?” Isaiah chuckles, pulling his fingers out of me. “Prove it.”

“Oh, I will”

With a groan, he replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock. My breath catches in my throat. Even before he starts to push inside, I feel like I’m going to be split apart.

I already told him I could take it, though. I’m not backing down now. I want all of him, and I’ll do anything to make sure I can have him.

“O–oh,” I stutter out as he finally starts moving his hips forward.

The stretch, while a little painful at first, is delectable. Quickly, it turns into pleasure. I’m so full, each of the nerves between my legs is stimulated by his length. I whine, bucking up against him when he starts to slow his movements.

“Eager, aren’t you?” he asks with a smirk before rolling his hips forward, plunging as deep as he can. “Don’t worry, Lilly. I am, too.”

His pace picks up slowly, almost like he’s testing how much I can take. When I moan in pleasure, he chuckles under his breath and increases the speed and intensity of his strokes. The angle is just right, and with each plunge, he knocks against a bundle of nerves that makes my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

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