Page 72 of Backstroke

“Don’t. You. Dare.” His tone leaves no room for argument, not that I want to take off his ring but I wanted to see how he’d react.

Remy eases down my body until his face is an inch from my pussy. His tongue swipes along my slit, jerking my hips from the bed.

“You taste like the ocean,” he murmurs against my skin, sending the vibrations straight to my pussy.

“I licked it, so it’s mine,” he taunts, smiling from between my legs.

“Really?” I laugh.

“Oh, you’ve been mine since the day you choked on my cock. Just one taste and I was addicted. You’re my own brand of drug that I would kill motherfuckers over.” He climbs up on me, licking his tongue across every dip and curve of my body. I tremble under his touch.

“Taste yourself.” He doesn't give me time to deny before he slams his lips down on mine. I tangle my fingers through his hair, pulling tight, knowing it makes him feral. Remy sweeps his tongue along mine, savoring every second. Moaning, I pulled his body down further, needing his skin against mine.

“You’re going to squeeze my cock so good,” he praises, leaning up and flipping me to my stomach so fast that I see stars.

“Geez! I would have rolled over if you’d asked.”

“Where’s the fun in that,” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath coating the wet path his tongue just took.

“Ass up, little fox.” His hand comes down on my flesh, causing me to whimper. I slide my knees under myself, leaning my weight on my elbows.

“Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” His words send another wave of arousal through me.

“Yes, sir,” I moan.

“Mmm, I love it when you call me sir.” I can feel him drop behind me, pulling my ass cheeks apart. Unconsciously I try to move away, but his hands dig into my hips. Before I can argue, his tongue licks a path from my clit to my ass. It feels like it should be wrong but why does it feel so good? My legs begin to tremble as his tongue dances back and forth.

His finger replaces his tongue, pushing into my virgin hole. The burn is mixed with the pleasure of Remy swirling my clit in his mouth. He pulls back to grab something from his nightstand. A bottle of lube and a box appear next to me.

“What’s that?” I question.

“I bought these just for you,” he chuckles as he opens the box for me to see. Inside are three silver butt plugs, each larger than the next. He picks one up, twisting it around for me to see the back. I hadn’t realized what was connected to each of them until he runs the fur along my fevered skin.

“A fox tail, really?” I laugh.

“I couldn’t resist. Now, you’ll always be my little fox.”

Remington

Her face flames as I show her the perfect little tail I found. I grab the middle size, opting to forego the smallest because I’m impatient.

“Open,” I coax, pressing the cool metal into her mouth. Her eyes flash with defiance before she does what I say. The plug glides smoothly along her tongue, making me wish it was my cock instead.

“Good girl,” I purr into her ear. “Get it nice and wet for your sweet little ass.” She whimpers, closing her eyes as she sucks. Cupping her jaw, I open her mouth, stealing the plug and sealing my lips over hers.

“Ready?” I ask, but she only nods.

“Words, Fallon,” I warn.

“Yes, I’m ready,sir.” Fuck that sassy little mouth of hers gets her into so much trouble but she loves it as much as I do. My hand trails along her spine, then opens her ass to me.Ah, my last conquest.

I press the wet plug against her hole as she sucks in a breath. “Relax, little fox, or this will hurt more.” Her muscles relax afraction, allowing the plug to wedge further in. She gasps and my hand grabs her hip, preventing her from moving away.

“Fuck.”

“Not yet.” My thumb presses against the base, relishing in the whine that escapes her as it seats firmly. “Good girl.”

“I–fuck.”

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