Page 57 of Property of Fox

I’ve never been one to grant other people’s wishes, but for Brea? I’d gladly break my own rules. I dive deeper into her, flicking my tongue against her sensitive folds, exploring as if I'm uncovering hidden secrets.

Her hips grind against my mouth, desperate for more friction, while I hold her down. Each flick and swirl of my tongue earns me another moan from her lips.

“Fuck, Brea, you taste incredible,” I murmur against her, my breath hot against her slick skin. Her response is a shaky gasp that makes me want to devour her whole. I increase the pressure of my tongue, diving into her warmth with reckless abandon, hungry to drive her wild.

“Fox! Oh God…” she cries, her voice straining with pleasure. “Just like that. Don’t stop!”

With each movement of my tongue, I coax her closer to the edge. I pull back for just a moment, looking up at her face, flushed and beautiful. “You’re close,” I say, my voice laden with need. Her essence coating my face like a badge of fucking honor.

Her lips part as she nods, vulnerability shining through those captivating eyes that have already ensnared my heart in waysI can’t begin to understand. “Not yet, firefly. When you come, you’ll come on my cock.”

I gently shift Brea backward from her position, settling her next to me in the hay and giving myself enough room to lean forward. I tug my shirt over my head before I work off my riding boots and jeans. My aching cock springs from my boxers as I tug them down over my hips and kick them off. Brea’s eyes widen at the sight of me. There’s something so innocent in her gaze as she drinks in every bit of me, yet it’s layered with a desire so potent that it sends fresh waves of lust coursing through my veins.

“Like what you see, firefly?” I ask, feeling a grin tug at my lips as I lean back on my elbows, giving her a show.

She bites her lip, and that’s all it takes. Shifting until I'm hovering over her, our skin is inches apart, my cock ready to take her. The anticipation crackles in the air around us—a palpable energy that makes my heart race. "Tell me what you want, Brea."

"Show me," she breathes out, her voice sultry and demanding. "I want to feel you inside me.”

A low growl escapes my throat as I capture her lips again, kissing her fiercely while my hands explore the curves of her body, fingers dancing along her sides, down to her thighs where they linger before squeezing tightly. Each caress drives me insane. The need to claim her as mine overtakes every rational thought.

“I don’t have anything,” I admit. I came unprepared like an idiot. I’d never considered we’d end up like this with as pissed as Brea was at me the last time I saw her.

“It’s okay,” Brea reassures me. “I’m on birth control, and it’s been a long time since I last had a partner.”

“It’s been a while for me, too,” I admit. “You sure?”

“Yes. Quit stalling, Fox, and fuck me.”

I push forward slowly, filling her inch by inch while I savor the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. Brea gasps at thesensation, her body tensing around me before she instinctively adjusts to let me in deeper.

“Goddamn,” I grunt as I finally bottom out inside her. “You feel perfect.”

I pull back slightly before thrusting forward again, my pace building steadily to match the rhythm of her whimpers and moans. Brea meets my movement with her own frantic bucks of pleasure, pushing back against me like she wants to swallow me whole.

“More,” she urges, desperation lacing her voice as if we weren’t already entwined completely.

I oblige, changing angles to hit that sweet spot buried deep within her. Every thrust sends ripples of ecstasy through her, and I can feel the way her body responds, tightening around me as I drive deeper, harder.

“Just like that, Fox,” she breathes out, her words a melody straight from heaven, urging me on.

My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin as I withdraw only to plunge back into her warmth with relentless fervor. The way she cries out my name stirs something within me. A mix of pride and desire that I’ve never experienced before. This isn’t just sex. This is so much fucking more.

Brea's nails graze along my arms and shoulders, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She’s close. I can feel her pussy squeezing around my cock, but I’m not ready for this to end. Digging my hands under her ass, I pull her from the hay, standing up with my cock still buried inside of her. Brea yelps, moving her hands to grasp my neck and tightening her legs around my hips. I walk us towards a beam, pressing her back against it. I thrust harder, pinning her against the beam with every stroke. Brea’s cries echo in the barn.

“I could get lost in you forever,” I groan, feeling her walls clench around me as if they were made for my cock alone drivesaway any lingering doubt or fear of what this is. What this means.

Brea ismine.

“I’m so close,” she gasps. Her legs tighten around my waist, urging me to give in to the raw hunger pulsing between us. Brea’s cries fuel the fire within me, lighting a need so primal it feels as if it's etched onto my very soul.

“Just a little longer, firefly” I murmur through gritted teeth.

“Fox… please. I need?—”

I cut her off with a deep kiss, swallowing her words and plunging further into her tight pussy. “Fuck,” I groan against her mouth, finding that perfect angle again. “Say you're mine, Brea. Fuck, firefly, I need to hear it.”

“I’m yours,” Brea's words come in quick gasps. Her breath quickens, each gasp a plea for release as I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies entwined.

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