Page 34 of Sold to the Silver Foxes

She wraps her arms around my neck, our tongues colliding, bodies pumping at each other until there’s no air in the room. I taste her sweat as she tastes her own need on my lips. Her fingernails claw down my back like the animal she is.

Suddenly, she tips her head away from me, baring her throat. I bite her there, the need overwhelming as I pound into her. But then I hear her voice over the roaring in my head. “I’m not on birth control!”

“Shit,” I hiss, my mouth still on her. I stop, fully seated inside. “Eh?—”

“Just…I wanted you to know,” she pants. “Before, I mean.”

I swallow, knowing this is a mistake and not caring. “I’ll pull out.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Then, she kisses me again, just as hard, just as wild.

I can’t stop. I know I should. I know the risks. I’m suddenly overcome with empathy for every idiot high schooler. But I can’t stop now.

I’m drunk on her.

I pull out, flip her over, and flatten her to the bed with my weight as I re-enter from behind. The view from here…that ass. Fuck me. That ass makes me want to take a bite. I curl my arms underneath her body, my hands cupping her shoulders to pin her to me. She’s my helpless fuck puppet and so much more.

I slam into her, earning a half moan, half scream. “You like that? Being held down? Helpless?”

She sounds as drunk as I feel. “Yes! Please! More!”

I give her so much that I’m losing myself just so I can give her more. Sweat trickles down my back, and I lick hers off her spine. When her body locks on me, I go harder. Didn’t know I had more in me to give.

Her voice breaks. “I—I…fuck, Nico, I’m so close!”

“Tell me what you need, kitten.”

“I think…my ass. I need you in my ass.”

I almost come on the spot. It’s a crime to part from her, but I have to find lube. Thankfully, we keep a kit in each nightstand and under every bed of our house, so I grab the lube from the nightstand and prep myself. With a finger, I do the same for her, sliding it inside her ass to make sure she’s protected. Her moans are going to be the death of me.

“Yeah, like that.”

“That’s just my finger, kitten.”

“Oh god.”

When I press my cock against her there, she quivers beneath me. “Don’t forget that safeword.”

“That what—oh!”

I slide in an inch at a time, and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t squirm just right against me. It’s not long before she’s rocking back to meet my thrusts. Everything in me goes hot. I’m not going to last much longer. “Touch yourself, kitten. Play with that sweet little clit while I fuck your ass.”

She reaches down, and her moans become something throaty and raw, peppered with curses. The sweetest music. Her body goes tight, and I feel it when it hits her, because her orgasm makes me come too. I pull out, as promised, and come on her ass while my orgasm tears through me.

She collapses, and between heavy breaths, she asks, “Why pull out from my ass?”

I cough, trying to catch my breath as I lie next to her. “We hadn’t negotiated anything else, and I try not to overstep too many boundaries at once.”

“Oh.” She stares at the ceiling before rolling onto me, her head on my shoulder. “That was risky of us.”

“Yeah. I should’ve known better than to go in bare. Sorry for that. I?—”

She huffs a laugh. “I could have said something and stopped you. Stop taking all the blame for every decision.”

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