Page 68 of Anyone But the Superstar

His nostrils flare twice before I’m unceremoniously flipped on my stomach. I have just enough time to push up onto my hands and knees before Felix thrusts inside.

Then I break out into song.

Not really. Maybe. I’m not sure.

But the pressure, hot and heavy and pushing deep inside me, makes me feel fucking lyrical.

Felix

‘How’sthatfor pushing myself?’

‘Good.’ She gasps as I swivel my hips. ‘So good.’

Her voice is high, and weirdly sing-songy. But the words are all I need to keep going.

To show her that the numbing condom was never needed. That her concern over my erection, while thoughtful, is completely unfounded.

And that there is absolutely nothing fucking wrong with my dick.

Digging my fingers into her hips, I pull back and slam my dick inside, the way smooth thanks to her thick arousal.

‘Ahhh.’ She drops her head to the mattress, her heart-shaped ass rising in my hands.

Her moans sound like music notes. And with each thrust, I can hear her desire sucking me in. The sounds together make the sweetest song I’ve ever heard.

‘Felix…’

I take that back. My name on her lips is the sweetest.

Pausing my thrusts, I curl around her, sliding my hands up and then under – teasing her nipples until they’re peaked and hard. ‘Sim, gatinha?’

‘More.’

My lips, resting against her back, smile at her whispered demand.

Moving my hands farther up, I hook them over her shoulders, pulling back until we’re both upright, her back against my front.

‘Fuuuuck.’ The drawn-out curse, said in unison, echoes in the room as my cock settles even deeper.

I turn my head into her neck, inhaling her scent, kissing my way down her shoulder. In the mirror beside the bed, I catch sight of her – blonde hair draped over my shoulder, pebbled nipples, her strong, lean legs straddling my thighs as my cock burrows inside her.

‘Meow.’

Both Anne and I tense as Mike jumps onto the bed in front of us.

I don’t even flinch as Mike reaches a paw toward my thigh. ‘No.’ Instead, I draw on all my past action movie experience and engage in the villain before me in an epic stare down. ‘Absolutely not.’

He lowers his paw to the bed. ‘Meow.’ Somehow, Mike manages to imbue both hurt and menace into his cry.

Pointing an arm at the door, I hold firm, making a mental note to ensure the door is securely locked before falling asleep tonight if I want to avoid retribution maiming while I sleep. ‘Out.’

He turns tail, but instead of bounding down the way he came, he lands first on Anne’s side table, knocking over her sketch pad before jumping down to the floor.

‘Wow—’ Anne shifts suggestively on my lap, causing a spark of pleasure to shoot down my spine ‘—it was kind of hot when you got all domineering like that.’

At any other time, on any other day, I would be 100 per cent consumed with what makes Anne hot, but right now, I’m too captivated by the sketch book lying open on the floor.

‘Is that me?’

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