Page 61 of Fixation
Liar.
While I undo her restraints, strip her clothes, pop out the IV and close the cannula, the truth whispers in my head,Touching her while she’s helpless gets you off. Makes you hard as a rock.
With my cock straining in my jeans and my heart thumping violently, I ignore the whispers.
I squirt soap onto my hand and run it over Harper’s body. Her shoulders, her biceps. Her forearms. I lift her arm and clean the areas I couldn’t reach.
I’m doing my best to subdue my body’s reactions. Jaw clenched. Deep breaths.
My movements are methodical as I run a hand over her collarbone. As I circle both her breasts, her nipples.
What happens next is out of my hands.
The beast inside me, he isn’t me. He’s the one whose control has snapped. He’s the one who’s dry humping the side of the bed. Thrusting into it, his hips jerking, cock hard as a motherfucking rock.
Even though my body feels every stroke. Every bit of friction, this isn’t me.
And yet it is, while I keep fucking the bed. Rubbing more soap on her smooth skin, dipping my hand down the slope of her stomach.
Then I trace over her navel, my fingertips slipping lower and lower.
Between her thighs.
“What’s this?” My brow furrows in faux confusion. “Filthy little patient. Wet for her doctor.”
The need to fuck her beats against my ribs. A force strong enough to tear down cities.
I’m fucking stronger.
I think.
I move on, going over the rest of her body. Using the washcloth to wipe every inch of her clean. When I flip her on her stomach.
Meticulously, I repeat the motions until I get to her tight asshole. That’s when I snap.
My abdomen tenses with need. My hips jerk harder, harder, harder into the bed. I clean her up. Remove the soap from her pussy and her ass.
I’m nowhere near calm.
Mine.
I’m losing control.
Snap, and it’s gone.
One hand is on her hip, and I lift her ass in the air. I twist her to me, my tongue lapping at her pussy, dragging it in and out of her sweet hole.
Licking her pussy should be enough.
It isn’t.
I’m a sick fuck who’s been holding off for too long.
I lick higher, up to her tight, clean rim. She doesn’t clench when I circle it with my tongue. She has no idea I’m using the tip of my tongue to flick it while I buck my hips, hurting my cock so badly that—fuck, fuck,fuck, I’m coming.
My seed soaks my boxers as my cheek rests on the flesh of her supple ass.
“Good girl,” I breathe hard, pressing kisses to both her ass cheeks as I lower her back to the bed.
