Page 83 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

She licks her lips when she sees it.

I smirk. “Later.”

Then I’m pulling her up, turning her, guiding her to straddle me as I lean back against the hedge. She doesn’t hesitate. She sinks onto me in one smooth motion, taking me deep, and we both groan at the feeling.

For a second, neither of us moves.

Just breathing. Just feeling.

Then I grip her hips and growl, “Ride me.”

She does.

Slow at first, rolling her hips, her hands braced on my shoulders. But then I thrust up into her, hard, and she gasps, her rhythm breaking.

“Faster,” I order.

She obeys.

Her nails dig into my skin as she rides me, her body tightening around me with every thrust. I can feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and I slide one hand into her hair, fisting it just enough to tilt her head back.

“You gonna come for me?” I murmur against her throat.

She nods frantically.

I bite her neck. “Say it.”

“Yes—” Her voice breaks. “Yes, please⁠—”

I take my hand from her hair, bringing my middle finger to her lips. “Suck.”

She does, her tongue swirling around my finger, and I groan at the sight. Then I pull it free, slick with her saliva, and press it against her ass.

She goes rigid, her whole body tensing, and then she shatters.

Her scream echoes through the garden as she comes, her pussy clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it. I hold her through it, thrusting into her until her shaking slows, until her breathing evens out.

Her body trembles against mine, still pulsing around my cock as she rides out the aftershocks. I don’t let her catch her breath—I flip her onto her back in one smooth motion, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other trails down her sweat-slicked stomach.

“You’re not done,” I murmur against her throat, nipping at the delicate skin there.

Harper whimpers, her hips lifting instinctively toward my touch. “Maddox⁠—”

“Tell me what you want.”

Her breath hitches when my fingers slide through her slick folds, circling her clit just enough to tease. “You.”

I grin against her skin. “Where?”

She arches off the grass, desperate. “Everywhere.”

I don’t make her wait. I kiss my way down her body—her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her navel—until my breath ghosts over her wet, swollen cunt. She shivers before I even touch her.

“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my tongue through her folds in one slow, filthy stroke. “Fuck, you taste even better than I remember.”

Her fingers twist in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. I groan against her, lapping at her like a man starved, and when I push two fingers inside her, she cries out, her thighs clamping around my head.

“That’s it,” I growl, curling my fingers just right. “Take it.”