Page 48 of The Fox

She mumbles something around my cock, the vibration from her nearly sending me over the edge. I thrust into her, forcing her to take me deeper. I hit the back of her throat and she gags as I pull her off me.

“You okay, baby?”

“I didn’t tap your thigh, Rhodes.”

Brat.I move her face back to my pelvis and slam into her, pistoning myself until my balls tighten, and I feel the bliss crawl up my spine.

Thrust.

“Are you going to swallow me down like my good girl?”

Thrust.

“That’s what you are.”

Thrust.

She moans and shifts on the cushion. I see one of her hands sneak from my thigh, making its way to the paradise between her legs. My girl is horny. Her hand dips under the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing, and her hips rock.

“Spread those legs. Let your aching cunt feel your fingers.” Her ministrations stutter as her finger glides along her sex. “Are you wet? Does your pussy love it when I have you on your knees?”

I thrust again, keeping my grip on her hair and pushing her nose flush to my body. Her throat spasms around me, and it feels like heaven.

“Give that pretty pussy a finger, baby. Nice and slow. Deeper.” I release her, and she catches her breath and rocks against her hand. “Add another,kochanie.” Amelia does as she is told, her head falling back in pleasure. “One more, Amelia. Stretch your cunt the way she likes.”

I fist my cock as she plants her pussy on that hand fingering her sex, hips widening so she can angle deeper. “Stop.” A loud whimper comes from her, and I know I’ve left her needy—so, soneedy.“I am going to come down this throat. When you have swallowed, you are going to lay back and let me feast.”

I piston into her mouth one last time, my hips snapping, and I feel the wetness from her on my thigh.Gods.

One snap, then two more before I am erupting down her throat. She sucks, swallowing me as if only my cum can quench her thirst. I dive down, kissing her, tasting the way we mingle in her mouth.Heaven.I pull from her and grip her shoulders. I lay her down, nestling my shoulders between her legs and pulling her underwear to the right. She tenses ever so slightly, and I decide to distract her.

I run my nose up her inner thigh, one leg, and then the other. Her whimpers are now the loudest thing in the room. I turn my attention to the altar before me. Her pussy is slick, swollen, andmine.I pin her hips down and tease her with a slow lick of my tongue, swirling around her clit before pulling the bud into my mouth. I feel her hips buck before she grinds against my mouth.

“Rhodes,” she mewls.

I reach around her left thigh and spread her lips with my thumb and index finger. Flattening my tongue, I firmly taste her, the saltiness from her cunt is perfection. My gaze travels up her body. and I smirk, grabbing her hand and bringing it down to me.

“Hold these for me,kochanie.” I place her fingers on the gusset of her panties and pull them further to the side. I want her to actively participate in her pleasure. Her eyes ignite as I dip my head, pulling her sensitive bud back between my lips, running the tip of my tongue around it.

“Fuck.” The word falls on an exhale, the single syllable drawn out.

I take my right hand and run the tip of my middle finger around the rim of her needy sex, teasing and toying with Amelia until her head pops up.

“Problem, pretty girl?” I know what her problem is, but I want her to tell me, to use her words and demand what she wants.

“Rhodes. Please.” Her neck strains at being in that position. I know that if I play with her too much longer, I might cause her to be in pain, to push her body past its current limitations.

“Lay back down, Amelia.” There is dominance in my tone, and I darken my stare. If she wants to be a brat, I’ll play. It will end with her being denied orgasms, but that doesn’t bother me any.

A beat passes, and she lays back down.Good girl.I plunge two fingers into her, her pussy pulling them in, locking my touch in a death grip. I hook them, pushing against her G-spot. A moan comes from above my head, and I gently rock my hand, my fingers brushing that sweet spot inside Amelia. I watch her head shake back and forth as her hips firmly grind down onto my hand. Her chest is heaving. the hand not holding her panties is tracing her curves.

She is a masterpiece carved from the broken pieces of my soul.

“I want you to drown me, Amelia Conte. I want you to shatter above me, covering me until I am nothing more than an unworthy witness.”

I push my left hand down on her pelvis and steady my right, ensuring all she feels in this moment is me, my hands,my tongue.

“You aremygood girl,kochanie. Now, come like the goddess you are.”

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