Page 11 of Sexting the Silverfox

“Audrey,” Jason manages. “I’m going to make you come again. And I’m going to fuck you hard, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

As if suddenly activated, one hand moves between my legs. He massages my pussy, fingers eager to work my clit into another frenzy. It’s already flushed and overly sensitive, every stroke sending waves of pure fire to ravage my senses, while his cock slides in and out of me with growing intensity.

“Touch yourself,” he says.

I squeeze my breasts, massaging the soft flesh, then tease and pinch my nipples the way he said he likes it. He glances down, over my shoulder, fucking me harder and deeper while simultaneously stimulating my clit. I can feel the second climax coming, vicious and determined to shatter me into bits and pieces.

“Yes!” I cry out, the sound of skin slapping skin causing my mind to go haywire.

We become wild animals in the middle of a January night, with no inhibitions, no remorse, not a care in the world except for this particular union, for the sizzling heat between us. Our bodies become one as Jason pounds me into oblivion, fucking me and stroking me while I beg for more.

“Come for me, Audrey. Come for me now.”

“Oh, Jason, yes!” I scream and shiver as I explode, bursting like a volcano as he gives me everything he’s got. I love the sound of his beastly grunts, the way he bites into my shoulders and thrusts himself deeper, harder, until I clench tightly around his cock and glaze him with my essence as he releases himself, filling me with his seed.

“Fucking hell,” he manages, but I’m too busy still enjoying every damn second.

All I can do is kiss him desperately, then shamelessly ask for more.

“You were made for me,” he whispers, holding me close.

“Jason, I need more.”

“Good because I’m not going anywhere just yet.”

“The bedroom is that way,” I reply and nod to my left.

He takes my hand and leads me there. My heart flutters, my pussy still quivering and pulsing, as I brace myself for what’s to come. We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He fills me to perfection.

But something tells me it’ll end badly.

Chapter 5

Jason

Ihaven’t been able to get Audrey out of my mind for the past couple of days.

This enticing creature originally walked into my office with a frown, and now her ragged moans in the heat of passion echo in the back of my head. It was a whirlwind. Neither of us expected it, but we played along. We played hard all through the night. We would’ve continued had I not had my daughter to come home to.

We haven’t put a label on whatever this is between us. I didn’t want to bring it up, and neither did Audrey. I can’t believe it was her first time. I’m still reeling from that. How did she stay a virgin for this long? She’s twenty-three.

A woman like her should’ve met her match by now. Any man in his right mind wouldn’t think twice before conquering and claiming her. And considering how quickly the flame burst between us, how did I get to be the lucky one to introduce her to lovemaking?

I can’t remember the last time a woman had me hung up like this, constantly thinking about her. My skin remembers hers like warm silk. My fingers itch, desperate to explore her again. I’m practically walking around with a constant hard-on.

I don’t know what to do with these emotions except keep them hidden under a tightly closed lid until I figure it out.

“Mr. Winchester, your four o’clock was rescheduled to tomorrow,” Shay says. She’s one of the better secretaries I’ve had the pleasure of working with over the past few years. People are fooled by her posh and pristine exterior because once she’s pissed off, the streets come out, and may the Lord have mercy on any poor fool who thinks of crossing her. “Figured you’d want to know in case you wish to leave early.”

I didn’t even hear her come through the door. The memories of my night with Audrey keep flooding my brain. I’m not even sure what I’m working on at this point, nor do I want anyone to notice my distraction, so I give Shay a faint smile.

“Thanks. In that case, you should leave at four as well,” I say.

“Greatly appreciated, sir.”

The door closes behind her, and I’m on my own again. I groan with frustration as I slide back into thoughts of Audrey, slowly shaking my head. The apartment was freezing cold. I can’t let Audrey live like that for much longer. She’s proud, though, and wouldn’t accept my help. A strong, independent woman, that one. But my honor demands that I do something about it.

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