Page 78 of Property of Fox

“You have no idea how beautiful you are right now.”

“I need you,” she gasps, and the desperation in her voice sends my heart racing. I don’t want to hold back any longer. She deserves all of me.

As if reading my thoughts, she grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away from her warmth and looking up at me with those doe-like eyes. “I want to feel you… all of you.”

"Anything for you," I repeat, my words echoing her own. Brea slides off my lap, tugging down her leggings while I jerk off my jeans and boxers quickly, freeing my cock from its confinement. She crawls back towards me, hovering her delicious little cunt over my pulsating cock. “Ride me, baby.”

Her emerald eyes glimmer with desire as she sinks down, filling the space between us with her warmth. The moment we connect, a jolt of electricity courses through me. I watch her reaction. Her lips parting in a silent gasp, her brow furrowing in bliss as she takes me deeper.

“Just like that,” I coax, my hands resting on her waist as she begins to move. Every roll of her hips sends waves of pleasureradiating through me, her body fitting like a glove. “You’re perfect.”

Brea throws her head back, surrendering to the rhythm as if she’s been dancing to this melody all along. Her curls bounce around her shoulders, highlighting the flush of color that spreads across her cheeks.

I can hardly breathe as she rides me with abandon, our worlds collapsing into this singular moment. Her breath quickens and I can feel my own heart thundering in tandem with hers.

“Fuck, firefly,” I murmur, pulling her closer as I guide her movements. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, urging her on while I meet every thrust with equal passion. “Your pussy was made to ride me like this.”

Brea’s eyes clash with mine, and I can see the hunger burning bright in their depths. Each movement becomes more frenetic, more desperate, as she chases her release while I fight against my own impending climax.

“Fox,” she breathes, desperation lacing her voice. “I’m so close…”

Her walls clench around me, squeezing tightly as if trying to pull me even deeper. It’s intoxicating, the way she rides me—tangled in a rhythm that feels like it was always destined for us. Her body responds instinctively, rocking against mine as though we were two waves crashing together under a violent moonlit sky.

“Let go for me, baby,” I coax, guiding her with my hands and urging her on. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. “I want to feel you lose control.”

“Fox… please!”

“Just a little more,” I murmur, voice thick with need. My hips rise to meet hers in an urgent dance, desperation taking over in a primal instinct. The edge of sanity teeters close—need poolinglow in my belly tells me that we're both slipping dangerously close to oblivion.

"Come for me, Brea," I demand, pulling her down so that she's flush against my chest, skin on skin. "I want to feel you falling apart around me."

With a final thrust of her hips, she gasps, and the world narrows to just us—her warmth enveloping my cock as a wave crashes over her. Her tightness squeezes me in a vice grip, each pulse sending shockwaves through my body. I lose myself in the moment, matching her rhythm as she undulates above me, spiraling into a blissful frenzy.

“F-Fox!” she cries out, voice trembling with ecstasy. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be right here, right now, lost in her.

Brea’s fingers dig into my shoulders as if anchoring herself to this pleasure. Her eyes flicker open and find mine amidst the haze. I see everything in those emerald depths—the trust, the yearning, and something else that sends my heart racing.

“I’m right here,” I rasp between breaths, feeling every beat of my heart reverberate through the air around us. “You got this.”

Her body tenses around me one last time when the tide finally breaks—she’s come undone completely. A chorus of moans escape her lips while she grips onto me like I’m her lifeline.

I slip over the edge alongside her. The sensation is all-consuming as I spill myself into her, filling the space between us with the proof of our connection. Every muscle in my body tenses as I let go, surrendering myself to her body and the promise of what we could be.

The aftermath is a blur of sticky skin and heavy breaths as we collapse into each other. Brea’s head resting on my chest while her fingers lace through mine. We’re tangled together, surrounded by a symphony of our own making: sweat-soakedskin and ragged breaths mixing with the scent of vanilla and sex in the air. Our chests heaving until hers slows, and soft snores replacing her labored breathing.

I can’t help but smile at the sight of her, so utterly peaceful. Brea’s long curls cascade over my shoulder, tickling my bare skin as I shift slightly to get comfortable beneath her weight. She’s wrapped around me—soft and warm—and every instinct in me screams to protect this moment for as long as possible.

As she sleeps there on top of me, I run my fingers through those curls and soak in how real it feels. The rise and fall of our bodies glued together, each inhale carrying with it the whispers of something profound unspoken between us. My heart beats steadily under her cheek while she burrows deeper into the crook between my neck and shoulder. I savor this moment because tomorrow is never a guarantee.

Brea stirs slightly, her lips brushing against my skin as she adjusts into a deeper sleep, instinctively seeking out my warmth—my protection. At that moment, there's an ache deep inside me that's both painful and exhilarating.

“I love you, Brea,” I whisper to her sleeping form. A love I hope she will return someday, but not knowing what tomorrow brings, I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t tell her. Because tomorrow, while the clubhouse and Brea sleep soundly, I plan to make sure that Brea never has to worry about being safe ever again.

Tank Lambertsonwilldie.

BREA

I wakeup alone in tangled sheets, the morning light spilling through a window above and casting a soft glow over the room. I reach over, feeling for Fox’s sleeping form next to me, but his space is empty and cool to the touch.

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