Page 66 of Fixation
The first time she gives me a hand job, I’m fine with her staying blissfully asleep.
I don’t know why it’s different. It just is.
“Is this your first time?” My voice is low. Sharp. Demanding answers, even in her sleep. “Have you ever jerked off to another man?
Her hand is on my cock. Her eyes are closed.
Her surrender is mine.
“Kitten, you know what? I don’t care if I’m your first, though the thought gets me so fucking hard.” She’s tiny, and her hand barely closes when I wrap it around my dick. “But I will be your last.” I talk to her between sucking and kissing her nipple. “You’re mine. I’ll turn you into a sobbing mess. You’ll be soaked, needy. I’ll give you what you need. Will give you everything.”
God. Fuck. I squeeze her hand that’s curled around my length, tightening my grip.
The pleasure forces the air out of my lungs. I curse, groan, curse again. Move her palm up and down from root to tip.
I press my forehead to her breast as I catch my breath.
As I do my fucking best not to come.
“When you finally realize we were meant to be…” Pumping my cock faster into her hand settles me.Fuck, yes, just like that. “You’ll be such a slut for me.”
“Mmm.” Her lips curve into a smile. Her hips grind on the bed.
My own orgasm isn’t the only thing that matters anymore. Poor thing is desperate to come.
I need her to feel good too, even if she’s sleeping.
While I fuck her hand harder, I push her pants down. Slip a hand beneath the waistband of her pants. I’m heady with how she clenches around air, panting, giving me hot little moans.
“Yes. Good girl. Take what you need from me.” I press my middle finger over her panties. Moan on her breast when I feel how soaked she is. “You want that, don’t you? My fingers on your pussy. Inside you. Making you feel good. And you hate that idea. Fucking loath it. But you can’t hide it. Look at you, Harper. You’re a whore for my touch.”
The slightest flinch from her alerts me that she could be waking up soon.
It’s in the curve of her lips too. She isn’t exactly pouting or parting them.
She presses them together. The corners of her closed eyes crinkle.
Any decent man would’ve backed down by now. Their hearts would give the slightest twist. A hint of remorse.
I’m way past that.
Precum wets the tip of my cock. My mouth and teeth suck and tease and graze her nipple. The side of her breast.
Too hard. Too much. Too intoxicating for me to let go.
The heat from her pussy gets me off just as much as her palm around my dick. With my middle finger, I push her panties to the side.
My fingertips make contact with smooth skin. Her swollen lips. Her wet, needy cunt.
“Ah, yes. That’s it. You’re dripping for me, and I only shoved my first knuckle in.” I’m thrusting and speaking to my sleeping patient between licks and gentle bites. “You like it, don’t you? Like it when I do this.” I press the heel of my hand to her clit.
Nothing in my life has ever compared to this. To Harper.
The things she’s doing to me.
So close. So fucking close.
I rock into her. Hard, fast, gripping her hand around me tighter.
