Page 30 of The Fixer

Groaning softly around his shaft, I spread my legs wide as Sascha’s growl reverberated through me. He set a deep pace, his cock curving down the curve of my throat. My body strained and I squeezed my eyes shut as tiny tears hung off my eyelashes. He hissed as he pulled back and I coughed roughly. “God— you’re so great at that.” He smiled. Capturing my lips, he slid down to nestle between my thighs.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lifted my hips eagerly. “I mean I’m not complaining.”

“I love you…stop talking.”

Smiling tenderly, I opened my mouth for Sascha’s sweet invasion. He was beautiful, strong in ways I could never be, and the past week had just proven how lucky I am. Lovely shivers gripped my spine and I cupped his face as his tongue tangled around my own. My heart rampaged in my chest against the beat of his, so furious and strong.

The wetness of my saliva on his cock was a glue between my folds as my knees tightened around his waist. Moaning softly as Sascha ground against me, I grasped his shoulders tight. This was it, this moment of anticipation as he drew back his hips— as his kiss stalled, his tongue still as it clung to mine.

Reaching between us to poise at my quivering entrance, Sascha clasped his fingers on my crown in preparation. My breath quickened, and I whimpered with unbridled need. Whispering my name with his deep, rough timbre, he pressed his cheek against mine as he eased into my channel. The bulbous head of his cock sent shocks down my legs to curl my toes. Just this act was enough to roll my eyes back.

He gasped harshly above the blood roaring in my ears.

“A—ah…” Locking my ankles against the small of Sascha’s back, I tangled my fingers in his hair to draw us even closer. “Sascha…”

“Ophelia…”

His cock stretched my walls, reaching deep as his hips grated my own. I writhed in pleasure, the mist in my mind spreading down as it flooded my veins. Goosebumps blanketed my skin, sweat pooling between my breasts trickling back down to my neck. Undulating around his length, I reveled in the feeling of his hairs sticking to my body.

The emotion of him and me, of us together— clogged my throat. Sascha pulled back to set a deep, easy pace. Friction burned my core, the pressure building in my abdomen. Trembling from the force of it, I clenched hard, as Sascha grunted and strained. Biting my bottom lip, I struggled not to release the energy building in my belly.

Pushing himself onto his arms, Sascha ground his teeth as his lip curled in excitement.

Through cracked eyelids, I was overcome with howgorgeoushe was in this suspended moment.

Sascha panted harshly as he tilted his hips, sitting back on his knees to grip my waist. Short, sharp nails dug into my flesh, as I pulled my knees back to grapple my thighs. Grunting with the effort of his thrusts, Sascha tossed his head back to breath harshly. Theslapof skin on skin echoed in my ears, rhythmic and hard and I clamped down on him tightly.

“That’s my woman…” Growling roughly, Sascha jerked his hips sharply.

I yelped loudly. His beard bristled as he smirked wickedly. Squeezing his cock as I lost myself in him, I grabbed his wrists tightly. Arching sharply, my heels dragged against the couch cushion— the only thing keeping me in place was his hands. Wave after wave of euphoria slammed into me, sloshing through my chest and up behind my eyes. “Fuck— fuck. I’m—“ Air caught in my throat, and my lips parted in a silent cry. Shivers gripped my spine in a vice, prickles strafing my sternum; the sensations of our togetherness reaching all the way to my toenails.

“Yesss— Ophelia!” Sascha’s groan caressed my brain as he thrust slow and shallow while he strained. Fingers flexed against my grip as he emptied himself inside me with a strangled gasp. Panting furiously, he pulled out of my quivering channel.

I struggled to wade through the thick pleasure dulling my mind. “T-that w-was great.” My murmur wasn’t more than a wheeze, my sigh satisfied. Letting his wrists go, I could barely uncurl my fingers. “I love you, Sascha.”

Sascha practically threw himself onto the sofa as he gathered me up to his front. “I love you, too, Ophelia. How long you figure we have of peace?”

Licking my dry lips, I inhaled sharply through my nose. Shuffling my legs over Sascha’s, my knees bent as he tucked his thighs against my ass. This peace, specifically… we had about four minutes. Then I’d have to pee.That’s not what he’s asking about, though.“Three weeks minimum… 6 max. Why?” Sascha’s beard tickled my shoulder as he nuzzled my cheek. Security, happiness, and satisfaction thickened my blood, as I flexed my toes lazily.

“That’s about as long as I think it’ll take for you to think about having this every day. Even if you don’t keep this house, I’m sure as shit keeping this couch.”

Oh, yes…Sascha had mentioned a few times how much he liked this sofa. Which was ironic considering it had never been used when my family was around.

21

Sascha

“Ican’t hear you singing in the shower— it’s unsettling.”

Twisting as Ophelia sauntered into the bathroom, I arched a brow quizzically.

“If you sing louder, though, it won’t be as beautiful.” She grinned at me.

“Well, it’s not like my students will appreciate mytalent.”

She kept smiling simply because we both knew I had a shit voice.

I couldn’t actually stop myself from it, though. All my life, I’d sung in the shower. My mother encouraged it, and she never told me I was terrible.