Page 13 of Sexting the Silverfox

“No, sir, I am not,” she giggles.

She is already so fucking wet. My fingers slide through her wet warmth, probing and exploring as I marvel at how reactive she is. I kiss her again, then quickly pull back, determined to have my way. Judging by the eager look on her face, she is game for whatever is coming, biting her lower lip as she watches me remove my leather belt.

“Bite on this,” I tell her. “No one can hear you.”

“Yes, sir,” she says.

Her obedience makes me grow even harder and become even more enthralled. She bites on the belt, and I take a moment to just look at her. Blonde hair cascaded down her back, glossy lips pressed over the dark brown leather, pearly teeth. I’m about to let my inner beast out because she’s so gleefully asking for it, not to mention so fucking sexy.

“Look at me,” I say, standing in front of her. Our eyes meet again, lust burning in a pair of blue pools. “Hands behind your back. Don’t move.”

She nods and does as she’s told while I get on my knees and spread her legs before glancing up for a hot second. It’s a splendid view from down here, with her dress rolled up over her hips, desire glistening in her eyes, and sheer arousal trickling down the inside of her thigh. I take charge and slide three fingers inside her.

“Hmph!” Audrey holds back, biting down on the belt as I go hard and fast.

I close my lips around her clit and suckle it. I press my tongue against the swelling nub while finger-fucking her into a rapidly onsetting orgasm. Audrey’s legs shake, but I don’t stop. I probe and thrust, curling my fingers with each retreat while teasing her clit. I can feel her pussy clenching, her core bracing for release. I’m dying to fuck her senseless, but I need her to come first. I need to feel her explode.

“Come for me, Audrey.”

With her hands behind her back, she’s close to losing her balance. But she soldiers on, grunting and biting into the belt until she finally comes. Hard. I drink every drop, licking her clean while my fingers squeeze every single ripple of her devastating climax. Before she has a chance to recover, I get up and turn her around.

“Now, let’s give you what you came here for,” I say before pushing some of the papers off my desk to make room for her. “Bend over. Keep your hands behind your back.”

“Mmm…”

She’s mine. Right now, she’s mine. Body and soul.

Her ass is a glorious peach shape, her legs spread, and pussy dripping with desire. I pull my cock out and spear her with my full length. “Oh, fuck,” I mutter as I feel her stretching, enveloping me, taking every goddamn inch. She’s perfectly hot and wet and deliciously tight.

I keep one hand clasped around her wrists. The control I have over this nymph is inebriating and dangerously addictive. And she loves every second of it. I take a moment to bask in her liquid fire, pussy still throbbing from that orgasm.

And then I start to move.

In. Out. Slowly but surely, a rhythm is established. She perks her ass up for me, moaning against the belt as I go deeper. Deeper. Each thrust filling her to the brim. Each thrust stretching and consuming her. She’s so sensitive right now, coming into her own and unraveling all over me.

I slap her ass, grinning like the devil upon hearing her muffled whimpers, then start fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. She glances back at me, teeth sinking into the leather as desire glimmers in her gaze. She loves it.

Pressure mounts in my lower belly, and my whole body bucks.

The desk creaks slightly with every thrust, but I don’t care. Audrey is taking it like a good girl, and I pound into her.

“You like getting spanked, I see,” I grunt and go harder.

Faster. Harder, still. I feel her clenching, tighter and tighter. She groans loudly as she comes again, and I lose the last of my self-control, filling her up. My climax shatters my senses.

I lovingly caress her hips, let go of her wrists, and remove the belt, then cover her with my body, kissing her cheek. Audrey’s pants of raw pleasure are music to my ears. She’s so soft, so warm, so fucking perfect.

“You’re a menace to my sanity,” I whisper.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she replies.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet,” I reply.

Her eyes widen with anticipation. Pure joy radiates through each of her pores as she stands up and turns to face me.

I’m breathing heavily. My blood still simmers. I’m hungry for her, still. Hungry, thirsty, everything at once and overlapping. Yet it’s the playful glow in Audrey’s eyes that ignites a new and even more devastating fire inside of me. “What are you up to?” I ask, my voice low and humming with arousal.

“Can I show you?”

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