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“Open up, little fox,” I demand. She sucks in a breath, but obeys. Her glistening pussy greets me, making my head dizzy with desire. My tongue licks from her clit all the way to her virgin ass. I’ll be taking that hole soon enough, and I’ll have marked every part of her. The thought sends me into a frenzy as I suck and lick, drinking her honey like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have. Fallon doesn’t need to know that her pussy is the only one that’s ever been in my mouth. Never have I been one to care about my partners’ pleasure. But fuck, something about this girl makes me want to break all my rules.

I thrust two fingers inside her tight cunt, forcing a cry to fall from her lips. Fallon begins fucking herself on my fingers as I continue to lick and tease her. It’s fast, but I can feel her clench around my fingers.

“Ohhh….don’t-don’t stop!” she whimpers into the comforter, muffling her cries. I can’t have that. I pull away, making her whine.

“I want to hear you scream my name. Show this house who owns this pussy,” I demand.

She growls but obeys. “Please, Remy. Please,” she begs, making me impossibly hard.

“Oh, I love it when you beg me. I told you that you’d beg, didn’t I?” I chuckle darkly against her pussy, blowing cool air on her fevered flesh.

“Fuck you,” she grits.

“I intend to.” I slam three fingers inside her without warning, making her screams echo through the room and most likely downstairs as well. It doesn’t take long to bring her back to the edge again, but I pull back just before she can fall over. An angry huff bubbles in her throat.

I stand up to discard my clothes. My painfully hard cock slaps against her ass, causing her to yelp. Leaning over, I place my hands on the bed, caging her in.

“The only place you’re coming tonight is on my cock. Got it?” I drag my teeth along her neck, then down her spine. Fallon shifts on her legs, trying to get the friction I know she needs, but that’s not how this works. I move my hand quickly from the bed to spank her ass hard.

“Fuck!” she yells. “What the hell?”

“Naughty girls get spanked. Want to keep testing me?” I threaten. She’s silent for a moment, so I don’t expect what comes next. She moves her hand between her legs and begins playing with herself. Anger coils through me at her insolence, but I know exactly how to fix this. I smirk as I walk to my closet to pull out rope that I’d gotten just for her.

She looks over her shoulder at me when I approach, seeing the rope in my hands. She tries to stand, but I force her down.

“See, you think you can do what you want, but I’m the one in control. The sooner you realize that, the better,” I taunt, pulling one arm to the footboard and securing it in place. I want to keepher standing, but bound in place. She pulls against the ropes, but whines when it rubs against her skin.

“You’re a sadistic asshole,” she seethes. I laugh, but continue tying the other hand. She tries to push me away, but I could overpower her any day.

“Aww, don’t tell me you don’t like this.” I drop the rest of the rope to the floor, then drag my fingers along her wet slit, causing her hips to buck against me. My little fox loves it dirty. Even though she can’t admit it.

“Your pussy disagrees.” I slide my wet fingers across her lips. “Open. Taste how much you like being at my mercy.” She hesitates for a moment before she sucks them into her hot mouth. The feeling has me ready to explode like a fucking teenager. Her tongue swirls around my fingers as visions of her on her knees before me fill my head, and I can’t wait any longer. I pull my fingers from her mouth and use her saliva to coat my dick as I stroke it in my hand.

With me at her opening, I take her round hips in my hands and slam fully inside her in one thrust. The force has her arms tugging in the restraints, but she doesn’t complain.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I hiss, making her whimper. “Tell me how much you need my cock filling you.” She doesn’t reply, pissing me off.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy until you remember who it belongs to,” I promise, setting up a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. Fallon’s pussy squeezes me like a vice in the best possible way. The obscene sounds of our bodies coming together and her moans has the base of my spine tingling. I could come any second, but I have this primal need to satisfy Fallon. The thoughts are jarring, but my hand finds her clit as I continue to pound into her.

“Please, Remy! Please let me comeee,” she yells, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“Only if you tell me whose pussy this is,” I provoke, wishing I could see the look on her face. Next time.

“Ugh, you egotistical bastard,” she quips. I slam my hand on her ass, causing her to yelp.

“Say it,” I demand in her ear. I continue to slowly circle her clit, enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to make her come. She’s stuck in limbo, and the only way to get her release is to admit what we both already know.

“Fine! You, Remy. It belongs to you,” she snaps, as I bite down on her shoulder, marking her for anyone to see. The thought should scare the fuck out of me, but it only sends me over the edge with her. Fallon and I come together like a firework show on the Fourth of July. The culmination of the push and pull between us. Something shifts in my chest, and I know that I won’t let her go. Fallon Monroe is mine.Now and forever.I’ve just got to convince her that I’m not the monster she believes me to be.

Seventeen

Fallon

Isag against thebed frame once Remy pulls out. The emptiness I feel is alarming, and not something I want to explore the reasoning behind. He makes quick work of freeing my hands, then pulls me up to face him. My nipples pebble against his chest as he holds my face in his hands. I’m sure my makeup is smeared all over the place, but the way he looks at me has my stomach twisting in knots.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as his thumb wipes away a tear from earlier. I hate the way my traitorous body reacts to him. His words send a fresh wave of desire coursing through me, and I’mready to jump in his arms and demand he take me again.What the hell is wrong with me? Remy has told me more than once that he wants to see me break, so how the hell have I let him make a dent?

“Let’s shower. We’re still covered in sand.” He picks me up, making my legs wrap around him in fear that I’ll be dropped.

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