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“Take these off before I rip them off,” he says, tugging at my pants.
I wriggle out of them as fast as I can, and as he stands and slides out of his jeans, I stare at his breathtaking body, all muscles and scars. I want to trace each one of his scars, to see what they’re from and define the story behind them. I sit up and reach forward to one that dances across his ribs, running my fingers back and forth on the ridged skin.
“Cleat to the chest,” he says, grinning as if it’s a trophy and not a past injury. “We still won.”
“That’s my boy,” I say, and his eyes flare. Apparently, he liked that.
Instead of leaning back over me on the bed, he lies down next to me on his back. He grabs me by the hips and shimmies me until I’m on top of him.
Instinctively, I reach for his cock, and he throws his head back as I take it into my hand. It’s big, dwarfing the size of my hand, and soft. So soft I can’t help but stroke it, making his entire body tremble beneath me.
“Fuck, Riley,” he groans, his heavy lidded eyes coming back forward to watch my hand stroke his length.
He grips my hips, the pressure of his fingertips making an ache form between my legs thatbegsto be sated.
He lifts my hips and a bolt of fear rushes through me as he guides me onto the head of his cock.
It won’t fit.
There’s no way it’ll fit.
His cock slides into me, stretching me, plunging deeper, and then deeper still until I bow forward, gasping as he seats himself in to the hilt, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“You’re so wet for me, Riley. So fucking tight.”
I moan into his shoulder, circling my hips against him, feeling the fullness within. Finding that not only does he fit, but it’s like there was an itch deep inside me that I didn’t even know needed scratching and the feeling of his thick head brushing against it is pure unfiltered pleasure.
I kiss him without thought or ration, my head spinning from the high of Fox Anderson being buried deep in my pussy, and then I’m in for the ride of my life. His hand fists my hair, pulling with just the right amount of pain to become pleasure. His other hand is splayed across my ass, rocking me into him, and he lets out these delicious little groans every time we thrust together.
“You don’t know what kissing you does to me, Riley,” he says. “You don’t know how dangerous your kisses are. Makes me want to give up everything in this world for the next one.” He slants his mouth over mine, his tongue licking at my lips before I let him inside. This kiss is messy and hungry, without finesse.
Every kiss makes my lips more sensitive until they feel puffy and swollen, and still, we continue to kiss. Continue tofuck.Experimentally, I roll up against him, my pelvis brushing upward. He shudders, biting his lip as he looks between us. “Do that again.”
I roll against him and his hand drops to my back, his fingernails scraping my skin with every thrust against me. Finally, he breaks away from my mouth, panting.
“Oh, Fuck,” he pants, his fingers gripping my skin, leaving what will be bruises in the morning. “You feel so good. This is just… You’re just perfect.”
I pick up speed, rolling my hips faster, harder, until my breaths come quick and ragged.
“Stop that,” he gasps. “I’ll come too fast.”
His hands grip firm on my hips and I still. His hands slide from my back to my breasts, feeling each one with his wide palms. He lifts and teases them, sending lightning shots down my body and right to where we are connected. He licks his thumb and circles my nipples until they’re hard enough to cut glass.
My breaths come faster and faster, and I wonder if I could break just from his touch on my breasts alone. Unable to hold still any longer, I lift myself and slam back down onto Fox’s cock. The string of curses he lets loose is nearly unintelligible, all strangled noises and nonsense words.
“My knot,” he gasps, and I feel the swell of it at his base, getting larger and larger. I ease back.
“Ride it,” Fox pleads. His hands drop from my breasts down to the junction of my thighs and slick pussy, bracing there, but never touching where I need him the most. I buck against him, trying to get that friction, but he continues to tease me even as I slide up and down his swollen dick, rubbing against his knot but not taking it inside. I could though. With one quick pull of my thighs I could take his knot into me. I want to. Badly.
But Fox helps to hold me up, keeping me on his cock, but above the knot at its base, guiding me into a circular motion, rubbing my clit against the hard ball of muscle that is his knot.
He likes it. A lot.
“I need more,” I beg, and with a sly crooked grin, he curls his back upward, the change in angle making his knot press against my sensitive bud of nerves, and I explode around him. I clamp down on his cock and his eyes nearly roll back in his head while I ride the crest, using him just as he is using me. When my orgasm finally peaks, I fall forward for a moment, crying out into the pillow next to his head to stifle the sound.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. “So fucking hot.” His voice is tight and forced. As soon as I can breathe normally, I pull back and look him straight in the eye.
But before I can ask Fox for what I really want from him, the door bursts open with a crash, the knob bouncing off the opposite wall. I jolt with surprise, sliding off of Fox and huddling at his side as if we’re being attacked. When I peek up at the door frame, I see Thane, his chest rising and falling as if he’s just run a mile.
