Page 56 of Property of Fox

The taste of rain lingers on her lips, blending with the sweetness of something that feels forbidden yet exhilarating.The storm outside roars louder as we lose ourselves in each other, but it’s nothing compared to the thunderous beat of my heart echoing in my chest.

“Fox,” she murmurs when we finally part.

“Yeah?” I respond, my forehead resting heavily against hers.

“I don’t need a bed.”

Her statement catches me off guard as she fires my own promise back at me. Out of all the scenarios I had played out in my head for today, this is not one of them. “What did you say?”

“I don’t need a bed.”

Before I can think twice, I crash my lips against hers once more. This time, it’s a fierce collision. Brea's fingers delve deeper into my hair, tugging desperately as if I'm the lifeline she didn't know she needed. Our bodies mold together, the swell of her curves fitting perfectly against the hard lines of my form. It’s reckless and wild. We stumble backward, my back hitting something hard behind us. Pain prickles at the collision point, but I ignore it. We shift together again before I hit something else. This time, stumbling backward and straight onto my ass in a pile of hay, dragging Brea down with me.

We land with a soft thud, the hay cushion allowing for an awkward yet oddly comfortable fall. Brea bursts into laughter, her voice ringing through the barn and slicing through the tension like a shard of glass. It resonates with joy, echoing off the walls.

“Are you always this graceful?” Her green eyes sparkling like light catching on emeralds.

“That’s rich coming from the woman who barreled into me like a bull in a China shop.”

“Maybe that was part of my grand plan.” She shifts her hips to straddle my lap. I can feel every curve press against my body. My hands find their way to her waist, fingers splaying across the soft fabric of her shirt as a grin spreads across my face.

Brea bites her lower lip. “Maybe,” she whispers, the playful tone replaced by something deeper, more serious. With that, I tilt my head back and capture her lips again. This time slowly, savoring the taste of her mouth and the way she cradles my face in her hands. Brea pulls away, staring down at me, when her hands go to the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head.

I watch as she reveals a soft lace bralette beneath, the fabric hugging her curves like it was made to showcase the beauty before me. “God, you’re stunning,” I murmur reverently. My hands instinctively drift from her waist and up to her ribs, tracing the line where the lace meets her skin as if I might memorize every inch of her.

“I told you I don’t need a bed,” she breathes, leaning closer so that her hair spills like waves across our faces. “I want you, Fox. I want this.” Her bralette disappears next, and with it my control. I lurch forward, trailing kisses down her collarbone to the soft flesh of her breasts. Her breath hitches as I gently bite one of her tender nipples, tugging it between my teeth before moving to the other. She moans softly. "More," she whispers, pushing against me.

I take this as an invitation, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head back forcefully while giving the other nipple equal attention. My cock throbs with need, aching to be inside her perfect body.

“Fuck,” I breathe against her skin, my voice rough with want, “You’re killing me here.”

She grinds against me, sending a jolt of electricity straight down to my core. “Then let’s do something about it,” she challenges, her eyes daring me to take things further.

With a primal growl that escapes my lips, I flip us over in a swift motion so that she’s now beneath me in the hay. The barn creaks around us like an ancient witness to our reckless abandon. The scent of dust and hay mingles with theintoxicating essence of Brea, driving every coherent thought from my mind.

“Fox…” she gasps as I waste no time trailing kisses down her torso, leaving a path of fire along her skin. Each kiss a craving rooted so deep I can hardly contain it. I’m lost in this moment—lost in her.

I pull away just long enough to look into those stunning green eyes. “Are you sure?” The seriousness of what’s happening dangles between us like the storm clouds outside, dark yet electrifying.

“Yes,” she whispers, almost pleadingly.

I plunge back into her warmth, burying myself in the taste of skin. Brea arches against me, her breath hitching as I explore the landscape of her body.

“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur against her stomach as my lips graze over her soft skin.

Her fingers tangle in my hair again, guiding me further downwards as if I needed any encouragement. Each soft gasp that escapes from her lips sends waves of need crashing through me, and I hunger for more.

“Fox…” she breathes again, this time thick with urgency and a bit of impatience.

“Don’t rush me, firefly. I’m going to take my time with you.” My fingers brush against her naked stomach, toying with her as she’s been toying with me. She watches me intently as I pop the first button of her jeans, taking great care to prolong lowering her zipper. With a slow, torturous pace, I tug down her jeans, revealing a pair of black simple cotton panties underneath them. I shift just enough to tug her jeans off her bare, trembling legs.

I grin down at her before pressing my mouth against her soaked panties. I shift, trying to find a better angle where the hay isn’t digging into her skin and where I can get better access to her drenched pussy. I wrap my hands around her waist and rollus again. The prickly hay digging into my back. My hands grip her round ass, dragging her towards my head before I settle her thighs on either side of my face.

“What are you doing?” she hisses. My hands go to the waistband of her panties. With a hard tug, they rip away, leaving her bare above me. Brea gasps, eyes wide with shock.

“Eating my fucking pussy, firefly.” My mouth ascends on her drenched core. Her body responds instantly. Her back arching again as her fingers dig into my hair, using it as leverage to grind against my face. I revel in the sounds she makes, soft whimpers mingling with gasps that only fuel my hunger further.

“Fox, please,” she whispers, the desperation in her voice burning me alive from the inside out. “Don’t stop.”

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