Page 42 of Gentle Fox

I was glad I talked myself into wearing nothing but panties. The lust in Owen’s eyes was worth it. I did as he asked andmoved across the room until I stepped between his spread thighs.

“Here?” I teased.

He grabbed the back of my thighs and yanked me down so I was straddling his lap. My tits were perfectly in line with his mouth. “No, here.” His breath pebbled my nipples but he didn’t make me wait long before he was pulling one into his mouth and squeezing the other with his palm. I threw my head back and didn’t bother to stifle the moan that rippled up my throat. The sensations he was causing in my body were electric.

“One day I’m going to tease these babies until you come.”

Holy fuck, I liked the sound of that.

“But not today.” He released my nipple with a loud, wet pop. I cried out my frustration from being denied my first orgasm. It was just starting to build.

“Damn you.”

Owen chuckled as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. “I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry.” His lips fused with mine and any other protests I had fell away.

The man could kiss. I never understood why people raved about something as simple as kissing but now I understood. Owen was what books were written about. His mouth alone set me on fire until I was ready to combust. I could spend every day with his mouth on mine.

Before I knew it, he was spinning us around so that my back hit the soft mattress and he was hovering over me. With one arm looped behind my lower back, he dragged me farther up the bed. Nestled between my thighs, I could feel his erection grinding into me.

I wanted—no I needed—him inside me. I ran my hands down his tight belly until I found the band of his boxers. I pushed themas far down as my arms would go, but got frustrated when he refused to lift his hips up to help.

Tearing my lips from his, I growled in frustration, “I want these off.”

“Patience. I have plans for you first.”

I was tempted to tell him he could take those plans and shove them up his ass, but all thoughts disappeared as he kissed his way down my chest, across my ribs. His tongue circled my navel before he wedged his large shoulders between my thighs and further spread my legs, gaining access to my core.

He shredded my panties without any thought that I might want to keep them and yet it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.

My back bowed off the bed when his tongue swept from my bottom all the way to the top of my pussy leaving me a quivering mess and drowning in the pleasure he created.

“Fuck!” The hiss was torn from my throat as his tongue swirled my clit once, twice, hell, three times. I didn’t think there was much more I could take but Owen proved me wrong when he slid two fingers inside me.

The marvel of him both finger- and tongue-fucking me was enough to send me over the edge. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes and I screamed his name loud enough that I’m sure the neighbors could hear me.

“I knew you would be a fucking screamer.” Owen crawled back up my body and kissed me senseless. The thought of tasting myself on his tongue normally would have repulsed me, but it didn’t.

“Taste how fucking sweet you are.”

I gripped his ass. “I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock buried inside me. I want the whole town to know I’m yours.”

He gifted me his signature dimple smile. “With fucking pleasure.” Finally, he helped me shed his boxers. Reaching into his nightstand, he pulled out a foil packet and used his teeth to open it. Faster than I thought humanly possible, he had himself sheathed and the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“You ready for me?”

I wrapped one leg around his waist and dug my heel into his ass as my answer. With a chuckle he slammed into me in one thrust and bottomed out.

“Yes . . .” I dragged the word out on a moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re choking my damn cock.”

I loved his filthy mouth. I never knew dirty talk in bed could be a kink for me, but Owen was proving otherwise. Paired with him dragging that magical dick along my pussy walls and I was in danger of another screaming-the-town-down orgasm.

“Don’t stop.”

With each deep thrust, he was pushing me farther and farther over the edge. I tried to match him plunge for plunge, but I was left to hang on and enjoy the ride.

And what a ride it was.

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