Page 203 of Fixation
She’s spread wide for me, so beautiful I could die. So tempting, I can’t take my eyes off her leaking, swollen cunt. A puddle of fluid gathers at her crack, and it’s soaking the mattress.
I want it to soak me.
“You’re cleared.” I’m breathing hard, conscious of my demons that keep circling inside my head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“No,” she howls, pressing her legs together. I push them apart. Harper is fierce, but she’s no match for my strength. To my darkest desires. “No, don’t touch that. Please. I made a mess. It wasn’t—it didn’t come from my?—”
“Be quiet, Miss Arlington.” Lowering myself to her pussy gives me a heady feeling. Smelling her has me hard and desperate. “We’re short-staffed today. I’m the only one here to get you cleaned up. Don’t you trust me?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t.”
“Too bad.”
Nothing will ever be as sweet as Harper.
Nothing will slide down my throat the way she does.
My eyes start rolling from how good it is. But then I see her, here with me, in this sick moment. I can’t look away.
“You were right. You did make a mess of your bed,” I warn, licking her. I take everything, even suck it off the mattress.
“I’m sorry.” It doesn’t surprise me that she genuinely is.
I also don’t care.
Every part of her is mine. Everything about her is perfect. She thrusts life into me.
She does more than that. Harper drags me back from hell time and time again.
I won’t stop until I’ve claimed all of her. Until she’s stripped me bare and taken everything in return.
I belong to her. No one else.
I go up her body, holding her jaw. She’s breathing hard, but she isn’t struggling. She’s giving herself to me. Lying there as I pass my spit and her arousal into her mouth then seal it shut.
“Swallow.” My voice is low, rugged.
A war wages behind her eyes. She realizes this is another boundary I’m crossing. Another one that gets her wet and needy.
My grip makes her chin tremble.
“Do as you’re told.” My hold on her tightens. I shake her head. “Swallow.”
She blinks once in agreement. I’m quick to slide my hand to her throat, licking my lips when I feel her swallowing.
“Are we done now?” She’s quiet, embarrassed. Mine.
“We should be. I should discharge you.” I trail my thumb up and down her throat, precum leaking from my cock. “But you need rough handling.Ineed it, so I can take better care of you.”
“No. Stop. There are other ways to take care of me.” Her breath quickens.
Possessiveness sends my hand lashing to Harper’s breast. Right over her heart.
She moans as I palm her. Squeeze her. Roll her nipple between my fingers.
Her heart beating violently. What a liar she is, how she craves it.
“There aren’t any other ways. Stop being a brat.” Slapping her nipple when she’s so aroused lands me an unearthly scream out of her. “Disobeying me won’t do you any favors.”
