Page 29 of Silver Foxed

“I like a little risk,” I manage to say.

With a satisfied noise, Alex presses a short kiss to my lips and pumps my cock through my shorts.

“You know,” she says, fisting me harder. “I planned to spend a few hours out here before I had you again.” She runs her thumb over the head of my erection, and I hiss. “But I need you inside me, Elijah. I feel empty without your cum filling me up.”

Her dirty words hit me hard, and if I hadn’t come already this morning, I would’ve shot my load into my shorts. I grab Alex’s wrist to stop her motions. Her eyes grow wide as I pull her hand out from under the elastic and tug her to me so we’re facing each other.

I look down at her thumb, glistening with my pre-cum, and I do something I know she’ll enjoy. “Open your mouth, and stick your tongue out,” I command her.

Her eyes widen, but she does it, her pink tongue darting out. “Suck my cum from your finger, Alex. Show me you won’t waste a single drop.”

She shifts, her thighs rubbing together. I release her wrist, and she doesn’t hesitate to lick the white drop from her finger. A moan reverberates through her as she sucks it off.

“Now, lay on the towel face down, my dirty wife. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Chapter thirteen

Alex

The hot sun beats on my back and thighs as I lay on the oversized beach towel. I’m so turned on, I can’t think straight. When Elijah calls me his wife, I think my insides melt and my vagina combusts.

Is it possible to get pregnant from words alone? If it were, I’d be pregnant with twins. Or triplets!

I turn my head and rest it on my arm to look up at him. He’s holding the sunscreen bottle and sporting the erection I gave him underneath his trunks. I lick my lips, still tasting the saltiness of his cum on my tongue. This man…

Just when I think he can’t surprise me more, he surprises me again. He’s leaned into this role-play thing like he does it all the time. It honestly threw me at first, but I like it. I probably like it too much.

Elijah gets down on the towel and, without hesitation, straddles me so I can feel his cock prodding my ass, pushing the string of my bikini further between my cheeks in a way that has me squirming. When the cool lotion hits my skin and the smell of coconut fills my nose, I let out a quiet moan.

“I have to say, getting rubbed down with sunscreen isn’t the surprise I expected.”

Elijah’s palms start to rub the lotion into my shoulders, and I can’t deny it does feel good. Even if it’s not his cock inside me.

“No?” he smirks, massaging his hands lower till he reaches my love handles. Then he stops his descent, moving his hands back up.

“Elijah,” I practically whine.

“So impatient for my cock,” he tuts, rocking said cock into me like the tease he is.

I groan, but he doesn’t stop the task he’s set out to do. Instead, he continues to rub every part of me he has access to with sunscreen, working my tense muscles as he goes. By the time he’s finished, there’s no way I’m getting sunburned. I’m also a puddle of relaxed goo.

Drowsy and incredibly turned on, I turn my head to track his movement as he stretches to reach for the beach bag. After some digging, he takes out the wet wipes I grabbed in case we needed them, my small bullet vibrator, and a bottle of lube. I’m guessing these are the real surprises.

“When did you put those in there?” I ask.

“Oh, these?” he asks cheekily, holding the vibrator and lube up like prizes.

“Yes, those.”

“Snuck them in while you were in the bathroom.”

Anticipation builds in my stomach as he puts them beside us then brings his hands to my hips again, this time to undo the string ties of my bottoms. When the bows easily come undone, he maneuvers us so that he can slip them off me. My body is now splayed open for him with my left knee bent, giving him more space to play between my legs.

“Such easy access you gave me,” he purrs, throwing my bottoms to the side and running his palms over the curves and dimples of my ass. “And your cunt is already dripping for me, you dirty girl.” He emphasizes his point by swiping a finger over the mess I’ve made on my thighs before wiping it on my ass.

“Elijah,” I moan breathlessly, pressing my forehead into my arm. “You’re teasing me.”

He spanks my ass lightly then grips the bare cheeks. “Good.”

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