Page 108 of Unspoken Obsession

"You are so wet -- you are dripping all over my cock." He growls, dipping just the tip of himself inside me, then pulling out again.

I growl and he laughs. "Mm. A wild fox tonight."

I lift my head and bite hard into his shoulder to release my frustration. He thrusts forward, slamming his cock into my pussy.

I let go with my teeth and cried out in pleasure.

He wraps his hand around my throat and growls back at me. "You are a naughty little fox tonight. I think I might have to punish you."

He fucks me hard for a while, letting the pleasure build up, then he pulls out and rolls me onto my stomach. He grabs my hips and lifts my ass into the air.

I wait for his cock to press into me again - but it's the sharp slap of his hand across my ass.

It sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I cry out, my face muffled against the pillow.

My pussy throbs, pulsing with need.

He slaps me again, his fingers stinging against my clit this time. The pleasure is unbearable.

"This is what happens to naughty foxes who bite." He growls.

My breathing is heavy as I dig my fingers into the pillow.

Without warning he slams his cock into me again.

I scream and he clamps his hand over my mouth.

"Not a sound, or I will slap your pussy so hard you will throb for a week." He warns me as he thrusts deeper and harder.

I can barely hold it together.

I have never been so taken, so devoured, and possessed before in my life.

My body is his to do with as he pleases, and he is making me experience more pleasure than I could ever imagine.

His massive cock plunges deep into me, spreading me open and making my pussy pulse over him. I can feel how hard he is. He loves this. He loves being in control.

He fucks me until my legs are shaking and I can't breathe. Then he slips his hand around me and presses his thumb against my clit.

"Come all over me, little fox. I want to feel it."

I explode in violent waves of pleasure that shake me to my core. He stills inside me and releases his own pleasure, locked together and sharing the most intimate moment.

Dante lets out a heavy breath as he rolls onto his back, grabbing my waist and pulling me with him.

He holds me tight, my head resting on his chest, the widest grin spread across my lips.

I look up at his shoulder and trace over the faint outline of the bite mark. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." I smile.

"I think I need to get you pregnant more often." He says with a mischievous laugh.

"I think I might misbehave more often." I giggle.

To my surprise, both of us fell asleep. And I wake up with the sunshine on my face and Dante still sleeping.

It's seven in the morning and his sister is arriving in a few hours. I want to make him a nice breakfast before she gets here. I want to do whatever I can to make this the best day for him.

Carefully I try to sneak away from his embrace, off the bed, but I hear a laugh and his arm locks around me.

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