“You have such a pretty, perfect cunt,” he growls against my inner thigh. “Shame I’m about to ruin it.”
His mouth finds me, hot and insistent. I groan as he scrapes his teeth over the bite mark, then moves up, closer and closer to where I want him most. Finally, he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my clit. My spine arches, a sound escaping my throat that I barely recognize as my own. Lightning travels down my spine as his hands grip my ass, fingers pressing deep enough to bruise.
I gyrate above him, dragging myself back and forth over his tongue. Looking down, I find his eyes already locked on mine, watching my every reaction. The intensity of his gaze makes me want to perform. I reach up and grip my breasts, feeling powerful as his eyes flash so dark he looks almost feral beneath me.
Still circling my nipple with one hand, I stretch my other arm backward, fingers grazing the waistband of his trousers. I can’t reach. My spine arches like a bow as I strain further, the muscles in my lower back protesting.
Fox’s hands slide up from my hips to my waist, his calloused palms pressing firmly against my feverish skin, keeping me from toppling over. His eyes flash with dark interest as he realizes what I’m trying to do. “Turn around.”
Pleasure races up my spine. I quickly shift, swinging my knee over his head so I’m facing the other way. I probably don’t look very dignified, but Fox obviously doesn’t care because he grips my ass in both hands again and yanks me back against his mouth. I let out a sound that’s half whimper and half scream.I’m so close, and I’m not sure if I want to come or to prolong the exquisite torture.
At this angle, I can lean forward, pressing my stomach nearly flat to his, and reach his belt. I undo the buckle and shove my hands beneath his waistband. His thick cock is already straining to be released and it springs to attention in my hand. I drag my fingers lazily up and down, teasing him.
Fox growls and clamps his teeth down hard on my inner thigh. I squeal, and squeeze him harder, darting out my tongue to lick around his head. I taste salt as my tongue traces the ridge where smooth skin meets sensitive flesh, feeling him pulse against my lips.
I lazily alternate between sucking and stroking his cock, teasing him without pushing him over the edge. My eyes flutter closed as waves of sensation wash over me. It’s nearly impossible to focus when his tongue is doing the same to me—bringing me right to the precipice of pleasure before retreating, leaving me writhing and nearly crying with need.
I’m so far gone that I don’t immediately notice the change. But then I feel it against my palm—the base of his cock beginning to swell. My eyes snap open. Heat floods through me, making me even wetter with anticipation.
I give the heavy base of his knot a squeeze and he freezes, his tongue stilling against me as he lets out a hiss that sounds like a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I do it again, experimentally wrapping both hands around the base as I suck the tip of his weeping cock into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he gasps.
Fox’s fingers dig into my hips as he lifts me off his face, sitting up and repositioning me in his lap. I twist around to face him, my knees finding purchase on either side of his lap. His cock throbs between us, hot against my stomach. His pupils haveconsumed his irises entirely, and a muscle in his jaw twitches as he swallows hard.
When he speaks, his voice is gravel, barely controlled. “If you don’t stop now—” His fingers tighten on my hips. “—I can’t say no to you right now.”
“What?” I blink up at him in confusion.
“If you don’t want this…if it’s too much, you have to tell me to stop.”
He doesn’t look like he wants to stop, at all, but he’s at least trying to give me the option. It’s almost comical though, because there’s nothing in the world that I want more right now than to feel him inside me. I want to know what that knot feels like, how wide it would stretch me.
My answer comes in the form of my hand sliding between our bodies to grasp him firmly, guiding the swollen head of his cock to where I’m slick and ready. I rock my hips in a slow, deliberate tease, coating him in my arousal before allowing just the tip to breach me, watching his face as I take that first exquisite inch.
An impatient growl vibrates through his chest, then the world spins, and my back hits the mattress.
His eyes lock with mine, wild and hungry, as he positions himself between my thighs. The blunt pressure of him nudges against me, then spreads me open, my body yielding to his—stretching, burning, filling completely.
His fingers wrap around my ankle, lifting my leg until my calf rests against his shoulder. The new angle makes me cry out as he drives deeper. The mattress creaks beneath us as his hips snap forward, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. My fingernails dig into his forearms as a sound escapes me—high and breathless—each time he buries himself to the hilt.
He’s so big, especially at this angle, that I feel myself stretching nearly to my limit already and he hasn’t even pressedhis knot inside me. It’s both uncomfortable and the best thing I’ve ever felt, and I whimper and writhe, nearly crying.
Something deeper awakens inside me, building and coiling tight as he hits that perfect spot. I feel myself climbing toward a different kind of release—one that radiates from my core outward, making my thighs tremble and my breath catch.
Fox pants in my ear, and my brain stutters when I realize he’s saying something, not just breathing heavily. “You’re mine. You’re mine.”
I swear my skin must be actually glowing.
“Yours,” I echo, before I can really think about what I’m saying.
He looks down at me and our gazes lock. His nostrils flair, eyes burning. It’s strangely intimate to watch each other like this, especially compared to how we usually come together. I love it.
Fox drops my leg and leans closer, gripping my cheeks instead. He pulls my face to his and kisses me hard, tangling with mine as his cock continues to drive in and out of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him as close as I can. My legs twine around his hips.
I don’t understand the insane thoughts racing through my mind or the strange desire to get closer, even when it’s not physically possible.
