Page 62 of Property of Fox

She kneels before me with deliberate slowness, making it an event rather than an action. The fabric of my boxers stretches tight against my hard, aching cock while she tugs my jeans free of my legs. I can feel the pulse of anticipation thrumming through every inch of me. I'm burning alive, every nerve ending a taut wire as she finally lowers my boxers just enough, letting the cool air of the room wrap around me. Brea’s eyes glimmer with purpose and mischief, she wears a look like she's already won.

With one swift motion, Brea slips my boxers down to reveal my length. My cock springs free from its confines at last. “Brea…” I manage to breathe out through gritted teeth as sensations spiral within me.

She leans forward then, breath warm against the tip before circling it slowly with her tongue. “Fuck,” I drawl. She sucks my tip inside her mouth, and it’s almost enough to unman me. Her lips, those sinful fucking lips, feel like heaven. A heaven I want to corrupt. She sucks me in fully, and my world shatters. Her wicked mouth envelopes me deeper. My hands tangle in her curls, gripping gently as I guide her rhythm, my restraint is being tested with each delicious bob of her head.

Brea's eyes, bright and fierce, lock onto mine.

“Goddamn, Brea,” I choke out, losing track of reason as pleasure washes through me like an untamed wave. “You’re going to kill me.”

Her response is just a sultry hum around my length that causes me to gasp. Every flick of her tongue is a prelude to sin, every pull back a promise of something deeper waiting just below the surface. I can feel my control starting to slip.

Still teasingly playful, she pulls away just enough to breathe against my slick skin. My hand releases from her hair, dipping lower. My finger swiping across her swollen lips. “Until my cum drips from your pussy, it won’t be decorating these wicked lips.” Brea’s eyes sparkle with defiance and hunger. She thrives on being able to toy with me just as much as I with her.

My hand falls to her throat, grasping lightly, but enough to tug her back onto her feet. Releasing her throat, I tug her shirt and bralette over her head, exposing her torso completely. My lips descend to her luscious tits, drawing one of her nipples into my mouth. Brea gasps when I gently lay a soft bite on her tight bud.

“God, yes,” she breathes out as I flick my tongue over her nipple, savoring the way her body responds to my every move.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her skin, pulling back just enough to look into those vibrant green eyes.

“I want you, Fox,” she replies, panting slightly, each word dripping with desire. “I want you inside me...now.”

“Shower or bed?”

“Bed,” she orders. I barely suppress a groan as I hoist her easily into my arms, feeling the heat radiating from her core as she wraps her legs around my waist. Our mouths collide again, hungry and desperate, while I stumble backward toward the bed. I lay her down gently, but there's nothing gentle about how I move over her body.

My hands skate across her curves as if committing them to memory. With each touch, I’m met with soft gasps and whispers of encouragement that only fuel my desire, setting fire to the restless beast within me. I pause momentarily, drinking in the sight of her splayed out before me, hair cascading like a waterfall of silk over the pillows, skin glowing under the dim light.

But there’s no time to think too deeply, not when Brea’s fingers are exploring my naked torso, nails trailing down my abs dangerously close to where we both crave connection. I lean forward, capturing her mouth again. My hands, desperately trying to unbutton her jeans. Brea pulls away from my kiss as she tries desperately to take away the last barrier between us. Considering her panties lie in a torn mess back in that barn, it takes far too long to undress her, but we finally work her pants off.

My fingers ghost along her ample thighs, feeling every inch of supple skin beneath my touch. Brea’s breath hitches as I slide lower and lower until I'm kneeling between her legs, dragon-like hunger twisting in my gut as I drink in the sight before me.

“Fox,” she moans softly.

“Patience, firefly. I haven’t had my meal yet and I’m a fucking starving man.” With a single tug, I pull her to the edge of the bed. With deliberate slowness, I lean forward—a wolf eyeing its meal. I kiss along her inner thigh. As I reach the apex of her thighs, I take a moment to savor the warmth radiating off her skin while the intoxicating scent of her arousal nearly overwhelms me. The anticipation is unbearable, both for her and for me.

With each kiss that I deliver along the curve of her thigh, I can feel the tension coiling within her body tighten further. She rolls her hips desperately toward me, but I hold back with an iron grip on myself. In this moment, restraint is a game I’m willing to play. And then finally, finally, I dart forward, my mouth leaving kisses where skin meets heat and take what I’ve been craving.

Brea gasps sharply as my tongue meets her slick folds. “Oh my God,” she breathes out, pulling at my hair as if she might tether me to her. Her taste explodes on my tongue. Sweet and spicy like a forbidden fruit and it sends electric shocks straight to my cock.

I give in to the urge to feast on her completely, swirling my tongue against her clit while two fingers sink slowly into her tightness. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I mutter against her skin between laps and sucks. I can feel the vibrations of her pleasure wrapping around my fingers, coaxing me deeper, as the taste of her sweetness fuels my hunger more with each movement.

Brea’s moans grow louder, reverberating in the stillness of the room around us. “Fox...please,” she pleads, urgency tinged with desperation. The way she says my name sends a thrill of possessiveness rushing through me. I want to own this moment and her body, completely.

“Please what?” I taunt gently, adding a third finger, curling them in just the right way that has her gasping, lost in ecstasy. “Use your words.”

“I—” she stutters, breathing heavily as I flick my tongue rhythmically over her sensitive bud. “I need… I need to come. Don’t stop.”

My fingers pump deeper and faster, curling against that sweet spot. Without breaking eye contact, I lean forward and suck her clit into my mouth harder, swirling my tongue again. An act of devotion as much as it is pure greed. Brea's body bucks under my touch, each thrust of my fingers pushing her closer to the edge.

“Fox, I’m—” Her voice trembles, nails biting into my shoulders as she fights to hold on to the last shred of control. She’s close. So fucking close that I can taste it on my tongue, but I’m a selfish man. I want her release dripping down my cock. I want to feel her body pulse and contract around me once again. She may hate me for what I’m about to do, but God, I need to be inside of her.

I pull back, my breath ragged as I savor the look of her. A beautiful disaster, trembling and desperate, her hair strewn across the sheets. I don't want to deny her that release, but the primal urge to claim her as mine overwhelms any reasonable thought.

“Not yet,” I say. I meet her eyes, passion clashing with frustration. “You’re going to wait for me.”

She bites her lip, and I can see the battle playing out behind those green depths—anger, desire, lust. “You’re such an asshole,” she mutters.

“A selfish bastard,” I admit. Every muscle in my body burns with desire. The look of awe in her eyes as they roam over my body is intoxicating.

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