Fixation (Magnetic Desires Book 3) by Misti Murphy Page B

panties. She shivered under the heat of my touch on her clit, and her hips pulsated as her arousal soaked through the lace. My cock twitched and I hooked a finger into the top of her panties. I could slide into her, wanted to feel her around me, but I’d make her beg before I fucked her. "You don’t need these, do you?"
    Her eyes widened as I tugged at the flimsy material and the sound of the lace tearing accompanied the whimper that escaped her lips. If I’d expected being with her now would feel different, I was mistaken. The first flush of lust felt similar. The situation changed, but we were still oddly the same. I dangled the ruined material in front of her face. "I’m going to keep these." A reminder that I’d taken her, this one last time. Used her and discarded her. The same way she'd left me six years ago.
    I shoved them into my pocket, and focused on her pussy, sliding a finger over her slit and feeling the wetness on her skin increase with each touch. She murmured something unintelligible as I flicked my thumb over her clit, and her hips jerked up from the desk. Palming her pelvis, I pushed her firmly back onto the wood. "This isn’t going to be quick, sweetheart. You owe me more than I could ever take out of your body, but I’m willing to try."
    She sucked in a fast breath at my words and the way I massaged and teased her swollen slit with my hands. Her hips rolled as her body begged for me, and with a smirk, I leaned over to tug at her bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth and sucking on it while I penetrated her with my finger. She jerked underneath me as I bit her lip, her inner walls working to pull me into her, when what she whimpered for was my cock, for the hard fuck that would ease the intense ache I’d created. Sliding another digit into her pussy, I watched her move up and down on them. "Your pussy might not be made of gold, but I forgot how fucking addictive your sweet body was."
    She grasped my shoulders, twining her fingers at the nape of my neck like she used to, and I almost forgot what I was doing. The idea of sinking into her filled my mind, my senses, and had my balls aching. I left her writhing on the desk, her hands moving between her thighs with my sudden desertion, but I needed to regain control. Putting my hand to my mouth, I licked her arousal from my skin, before holding it to her lips.
    Her eyes widened, and her tongue darted out to lick the tips of my fingers before she gripped my wrist and took them into her mouth. The swirl of her tongue, while she sucked her wetness from my skin hit me square in the dick. Up and down her mouth slid, and I groaned at the image she created, of her on her knees, that precious mouth wrapped firmly around my shaft. Already hard, the sudden rush of blood to my cock was painful, as I imagined what I wanted her to do with her mouth.
    "Let me—" she whimpered.
    "You’ll be on your knees before I’m done with you, but only when I tell you to," I growled.
    Her body jolted at my words and I grasped her thighs, tugging her toward the edge before I sank down on my knees. Lifting her legs, I placed them on my shoulders and gripped her hips, pulling her pussy to my mouth. She cried out as I swept my tongue inside her, and her hands scrambled for purchase on the polished wood. Again and again, I flicked into her core, holding her to my face as she moaned, whimpered, and arched off the desk. Rough strokes to her clit had her bucking, her fingers digging into my forearms while I held her in place and tongue fucked her.
    "I need…"
    There was no stopping when she cried out, dragging her nails through my skin and wrapping her thighs around my head, her heels locked together as she fucked my face. Tightening the grip of my mouth on her pussy, I kept pulling her apart with my tongue, driving her over the edge, until she squirmed from my grasp.
    I grinned wolfishly as I pulled her up to sit on the edge of the desk.  "I’m not done with you."
    She drew in a sharp