Page 16 of Filthy Rich Silver Foxes
She does. She breaks apart with my name on her lips, thighs trembling, chest heaving, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.
I drag my hand from her slowly, savoring every last twitch. Her eyes are half-lidded, dazed. She’s never looked more undone. God, she’s fucking beautiful.
I raise my fingers to her mouth. “Taste.”
Without hesitation, she parts her lips and flicks her tongue over the mess I’ve made of her. My control fractures.
I grab her by the hips and lift her before she can come back to earth. I lay her down on the bed, pin her beneath me, and kiss her again.
“You’re sure?” I ask, kneeling between her thighs.
She nods too fast.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want you.”
I drag my hands down her thighs, spreading her wider. Her pussy’s still glistening, flushed and slick, open for me. I roll a condom on quickly, desperate to be inside of her.
“I’m going to give you exactly what you want,” I say, my voice low, even. “But you’re going to take every inch. No running. No whining. You’ll take it, and you’ll thank me for it. Understood?”
She swallows hard. “Yes.”
I line up, the head of my cock brushing her entrance. She shudders.
I ease in—slow, deeper with each roll of my hips. She’s so tight I have to grit my teeth to hold back. Hot. Wet. And perfect.
Halfway in, I pause. “Tell me to stop, Genevieve, and I will.”
A strangled moan escapes her throat. Her legs wrap around my waist, trying to pull me closer.
“Patience, Ms. St. Claire.”
I thrust the rest of the way in with one slow, brutal stroke. She cries out—half shock, half pleasure—but doesn’t tell me to stop.
“Good girl,” I murmur, dragging my mouth down her neck, letting her feel the full weight of me. “You’re taking it so fucking well.”
I stay there a moment, buried deep, grinding my hips until she’s squirming again. She trembles beneath me, but I don’t move yet. I give her time. Let her feel how deep I am. Let her understand that once I start, I won’t stop until I ruin her for anyone that comes after me.
She’smine.
Her pussy is still fluttering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I grind my hips slowly, just enough to remind her who’s inside her. She twitches beneath me, already oversensitive, and I drag my mouth down her throat to where her pulse pounds wildly.
“Feel that?” I murmur flexing my cock inside her, lips brushing her collarbone. “That’s how deep I am. You’re going to remember this every time you sit down for the next three days.”
She whimpers. Her fingers grab the sheets, spine bowing toward me like her body wants more, even if her brain hasn’t caught up yet. I pull back slowly, almost all the way, and drive in hard. She gasps. Her legs tighten around my waist, hips rising instinctively to meet the next thrust. She’s catching on quickly. Fast learner. Good.
I shift my angle, hitting the spot that makes her cry out. She jerks beneath me, teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep herself quiet. I don’t want quiet. I want every sound. Every breath. Every raw, unfiltered reaction I can draw from her body. I thrust harder, watching her face, the way it contorts when I don’t give her time to recover. She takes it. All of it.
She’s so damn responsive it borders on addictive.
“You’re doing so well,” I growl against her ear. “So damn tight, and still trying to take every inch. You want to be ruined, don’t you?”
She nods, unable to speak, lips parted with another moan. Her skin is flushed, her eyes glassy. I can feel her getting close again, the tension winding through her limbs, coiling low in her stomach.
I pull back, thrust in again. Her hands scramble for my shoulders, her nails digging in as I slam into her from above. Her head tips back, throat exposed, mouth open as she chokes on another moan.
“That’s it,” I bite out. “Let me hear you. You’re going to come again, and when you do, I want you screaming my name.”
