Page 95 of Fixing to Be Mine

He pulls out of me slowly, his cock still hard. Creamy cum drips out of me, running down my thighs. He spins me around, and with his hands on my ass, he lifts me up and sets me on the edge of the sink. His mouth crashes into mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as he kisses me hungrily, his hands roaming over my body.

“You’re not done,” he growls against my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Younger men and their stamina.

And then he’s on his knees in front of me, his hands spreading my legs wide as he buries his face in my soaked pussy. His tongue is everywhere—licking, sucking, fucking me with it—and I’m already coming again, my hands tangled in his hair as I ride his face like a fucking animal.

His tongue is a fucking weapon, and he’s wielding it like a sword.

“Fuck,” I whisper as he swings my thigh over his shoulder. The pleasure is almost too much.

My pussy glistens, and his face is buried between my legs like he’s mining for gold. His mouth is hot, wet, and relentless, lapping at my clit like it’s dessert. His tongue flicks, swirls, and plunges into me, over and over, driving me to the edge of sanity.

“Colt,” I moan, my voice trembling as my hips buck against his face.

He’s holding me upright, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks.

I’ve already come twice—three fucking times—and my body is shaking, greedy for another. He’s not even slowing down. His tongue is fucking me deep, curling inside me.

“Love that you didn’t wear panties.” His voice is muffled against my pussy. He pulls back just long enough to glance up at me, his lips slick with my juices, his blue eyes hungry. “I could eat you all fucking night.”

And then he’s back at it, his tongue diving into me like he’s trying to fucking drown in me. I can feel every flick, every goddamn movement as he works me over. My clit is throbbing, swollen and sensitive, and every time his tongue brushes against it, I feel like I’m going to explode.

“Oh God, oh God,” I whimper, one hand trusts in his hair. “I’m gonna come again,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the pressure rebuilds inside me.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. His tongue is a fucking piston, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

And then it hits me—a wave of pleasure so intense that it feels like my soul is being ripped out of my body.

I scream his name as I come, and he laughs between my legs as my hips jerk uncontrollably. He keeps fucking me with his tongue, drawing out my orgasm until I’m nearly sobbing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, my voice hoarse as the pleasure washes over me in waves.

He finally pulls back with a smug smile on his lips. “Good girl,” he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction, just as a knock taps on the door.

I’m breathless, and his cock is hard, dripping with cum. I bend over as I lower my skirt and lick the tip. His eyes watch me.

“We should go,” he whispers.

“And what about you?” I ask breathlessly.

“I got what I wanted.”

He kisses my temple like he didn’t just ruin me in a public restroom. But it’s not an answer I can accept. Instead, I drop to my knees in front of him, begging with my eyes.

The pounding continues.

“Sorry! It’s going to be a while. Go to the men’s!” I say.

He’s hard and hot in my hand. I lift my brows.

The cold tile bites into my skin, but I don’t give a fuck because his beautiful cock is inches from my face, throbbing andglistening with the slick evidence of what he just did to me. I can smell myself on him—that primal scent of my own arousal, mixed with the raw, masculine heat of his body.

My lips part, and I don’t hesitate to take him into my mouth—all of him. My tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as I swallow him down to the base.

The sound of his moan vibrates through me. His big hand fists into my hair, pulling me closer, encouraging me to take him even deeper. I revel in the way his cock stretches my throat, the way it pulses against my tongue like it’s alive, like it’s fucking me from the inside out. I can taste myself on him, that salty flavor that makes my pussy clench in memory of how he made me come, over and over, until I was a trembling, dripping mess beneath him.

I pull back slowly, my lips dragging along his length, sucking hard as I go, and then I plunge down again, taking him even deeper this time. His hips buck, and he lets out a curse, his voice rough, like sandpaper.

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