Page 10 of Sexting the Silverfox

I’m about to cry as he pulls back. This can’t be it. This can’t be over.

But Jason isn’t anywhere near done with me. He guides me across the living room and around the sofa. “Bend over,” he commands me. “It’s how you wanted it, Audrey. And that’s how you’re getting it.”

Nodding slowly, I lean forward and place my hands on the back of the sofa, keeping my legs spread wide for him. He slaps my ass, and I yelp in surprise.

“I gave you an order, Audrey. What do you say when you wish to comply?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He spanks me again. The sting is subtle yet powerful enough to make my knees shake and my pussy clench. I’m aching for him. I’m aching to be stretched and filled and fucked for the first time in my life, and I will do anything he wants.

“Yes, sir!” I moan again.

“Good girl,” he mutters, and I listen as he settles behind me.

I should tell him. He should know that I’ve never been with a man before. “Oh, God!” I manage as I feel his tongue sliding between my slick folds, tasting and licking everything in its path. “Oh…”

“You taste like heaven, baby,” he says, then proceeds to shamelessly eat my pussy.

Kissing. Licking. His lips close around my swollen clit while I grip the sofa tighter. A ball of lightning unfurls in my core as I feel an orgasm building up. I can barely breathe as he suckles my tender nub and slips two fingers inside me—the movement beckoning me to slowly rock my hips, back and forth.

Jason is crouching beneath me, the back of his head against the sofa, while his hands take hold of my ass and prompt me to grind against his face. He continues to go down on me, hungrier with each passing second, while simultaneously finger-fucking me out of this world.

The pressure is too much to bear. I reach the edge of madness and unravel. I come hard, gasping and crying out in sweet agony as the ripples dismantle me from the inside out.

My knees are weak and barely able to hold me as I continue to ride the wave while Jason stands and positions himself behind me. My mind is numb but my body is alive and kicking. Jason’s index and thumb catch my chin, turning my head so he can kiss me.

I taste myself on his lips.

“It’s my first time,” I whisper, shivering in the settling night.

Outside, the city sleeps beneath the cold winter snow. Inside, despite the dropping temperatures, I can see the condensation building up on my living room windows. The stiff silence has me worried and I open my eyes to find Jason staring at me in disbelief, his cock twitching anxiously, nestled between my buttocks.

“What did you say?”

“It’s my first time being with a man.”

“Are you serious?”

“Is that a problem?” I manage, suddenly afraid he won’t want me.

Jason’s gaze softens for a moment but then he kisses me again. It feels different this time, however. It reaches deeper into my being with a sense of reassurance, of something more powerful and infinitely more intense. The wonder of discovery burns brighter as he pauses to look me in the eyes. “Relax,” he says.

“I want you inside me, Jason. All of you.”

“All of me.”

“Yes, all of you. Just like I said in my text,” I insist. The passion between us demands absolute abandonment. I don’t need silk gloves and princess treatment. “Take me. Hard and deep.”

He smiles, gently caressing my face, then kisses me again before he probes my entrance with his rock-hard cock. Slowly, he slides in, one inch at a time, and I hold my breath as I feel everything, as my pussy stretches to welcome him. He is huge and thick and it hurts, but in the best possible way. It quickly becomes addictive just to have him inside me.

“How does it feel?” Jason asks. “Fucking hell, you’re so wet, Audrey. You were made for this, I swear.”

“It feels incredible,” I say, my voice uneven as I tilt my hips back.

He groans and thrusts himself all the way in.

The shooting, sharp pain is brief. I whimper for a moment, quivering as he holds me firmly by the hips and then gently moves. The motion takes on a rhythm of its own and before long, the discomfort fizzles out and pleasure takes over. Raw, decadent, all-consuming pleasure as I welcome this man with each thrust.

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