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Moving closer to the bed, I slowly ease myself onto the side of the mattress. Careful not to disturb her as I position myself next to her hips.
Thorne can go fuck himself. If he’d spent even a fraction of the time near her that I have, the asshole would be considered a saint for not indulging the compulsion to give her what she needs. There’s no mistaking that our sweet little Fox enjoys sex. Her generous stash of toys gave away that secret. I suspect I already know what she’ll enjoy the most, but there’s plenty of time to explore that later.
Right now, I’m here with only one goal in mind.
I want this girl’s pussy soaked and aching and swollen for me like a bitch in heat when she wakes up. In the morning, I want her staring at me over her coffee with pink cheeks and puffy lips from where she’s been biting back the intensity of how turned on she is. This girl needs to be horny as fuck, dripping wet, and begging for my cock tomorrow.
Because she’ll know it was me who came in here while she slept.
A filthy little secret that will only exist between me and Fox and the midnight hour.
Testing my weight by leaning one hand across her body to rest on the mattress on the other side of her hips, I wait to see if she’ll stir at all. But sleep has a firm hold on her, and only her dark eyelashes fanned against her cheek move ever so slightly. Good.
She doesn’t know it, but I gave her something in her water earlier this afternoon. Just enough to make sure she sleeps heavier than usual. I can’t help but smile to myself, because I bet if I actually promised to drug her, to give her something she could knowingly take and give over control, she’d be panting within seconds.
With my free hand, I knock down the sheets covering her thighs and hiss in a breath through clenched teeth. The naughty little slut has nothing on underneath the shirt she’s wearing; the material sits bunched up around the softness of her stomach.
I’m sitting here in the dark, staring at her glistening cunt. She’s trimmed, with just a small triangle of short curls left covering her mound. It’s hot as fuck and suits her. Fox is the kind of girl who likes things artistically messy. That’s why she loves tattoos and coloring her hair purple and collecting vintage jewelry. I’ll bet anything she begs louder when you tug on those curls and lick her pussy at the same time.
Fortunately, my t-shirt is so big it hangs off her loosely. Taking the hem between my thumb and forefinger, I rub it together for a moment, planning my next move. I’ve been running over in my mind how I wanted to play this, and now that I’m here, she’s like a playground of carnal temptation, and I don’t know which part of her I want to claim first. The cotton is so fucking worn it feels like it’ll tear, and for a moment, I contemplate cutting it off her body completely. But then the caveman part of me wants to do this with my shirt pushed up just above her luscious tits. Fuck, my cock jerks in my pants at the thought.
So I do just that, hooking the material and giving it a gentle tug to sit just above the swell of both her breasts. They’re heavy and round and instantly pebble with the cool air of the room. Jesus, all I want to do is lean down and swirl my tongue over her nipples, to finally get a taste of her. But I can’t risk doing too much in case she wakes up. I didn’t drug her heavily; there was a fine line I wanted to maintain where her body will still feel and react to every little thing I do to her.
My mouth hovers as close as I dare without touching her skin, and I blow gently on the peak of her right nipple. In the moonlight, I can see the dusky rose coloring darken as the bud tightens into a stiff peak. Then, I repeat the process on the other side. Already, I can sense her body beginning to feel the ache flow through her veins. Those perfect lips that I can’t wait to see swollen and wrapped around my cock are parted as her shallow breaths quicken ever so slightly.
I take my time. Teasing each one of her tits, over and over. My cock is fully fucking ready to go by the time I draw back, and my pulse is thudding hard in my throat. She looks so goddamn gorgeous spread out like this, with her tattooed skin and flushed cheeks.
Before shifting down her body, I know exactly what will draw out her soft moans in her sleep—the ones I’ve been dying to hear for the first time. I let a string of spit fall from my lips to coat the tight bud of her nipple, then do the same for the other. The cold wetness coats the rigid points and pebbled areolas in a glossy shine.
The sweetest and horniest noise comes out of her.
I nearly lose it and decide to shove my cock inside her right then and there.
But being patient is what tonight is all about, even if I’m going to need to find Ven and fuck all of this tension out of my system for days.
So I grip my length through my pants and squeeze. It feels so fucking good and there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to go without stroking my dick for this next part.
When I carefully shift my weight back down toward her thighs, she’s shifted around with the pleasure and arousal of having her nipples teased, and the best part of that is how her legs have spread wide for me. Her cunt is soaked. Every glistening part of her is on display, and I take a deep inhale to drown in the heady scent of her arousal. She’s fucking perfect, and it takes a mountain of self-control not to pull my cock out and notch at her entrance.
We’ll have to explore that fantasy another time.
Gritting my teeth, I give myself another firm stroke because now all I can think about is sucking on her clit until she’s right on the edge, then sliding inside to fuck her until she wakes up with me buried deep inside her pussy.
The things I want to do to this girl…the things I want us to do to this girl.
Seeing Ven and Thorne fuck her too? Being able to feel her clench around my cock while Ven fucks me? And getting closer to Thorne, because he’s always been that worse kind of forbidden fruit…Holy shit, that thought breaks me. I have to touch her, and right now, I’m beyond caring about being gentle anymore.
If she wakes up, she wakes up.
Repositioning myself, I use two fingers to spread her pussy lips, and the first touch of her silky, wet heat has me leaking a smear of pre-cum against my stomach. Her clit is swollen and pouting for attention—begging for my mouth. But instead of giving in to that particular temptation, I glide my fingers over her slickness, gathering it from her entrance and bringing it up to rub circles around the stiff bud.
Everything about Fox is soft and warm and so fucking delicate I’m stifling a groan.
My eyes devour the way she blossoms beneath my touch. Shifting her hips ever so slightly to give me better access. I snap my gaze up to her face. Those lips I want to fuck so badly it hurts are hanging open even more now, and she’s making sweet little desperate noises while she’s dreaming of coming all over my cock.
Christ. I want to scoop her up and take her straight to Ven and let him see this shit, too. He’d go fucking wild, I know it. Even if he hates what she represents, I know she’s the kind of pussy he would go feral for sharing.
I slip my hand down and sink two fingers inside her. She’s soaked and coats my hand, allowing me to slide straight to the second knuckle easily. As I press further, I can feel her pussy walls fluttering and clenching. Jesus. Fuck. I add a third finger straight away because this is just too fucking good to resist anymore.
