Page 81 of Fox
“Take it off, or I’m calling the guys,” I warn, and her face crumbles. Ren slowly removes her jacket before pulling her shirt over her head, revealing the marks, and I growl at the sight of them. “I’ll kill him. Ren, honey, what did he do to you?” Ren grips my arm, falling to her knees. Her entire torso is covered in bruises. Some look new, but some are clearly old and fading.How dare he? I won’t tell the guys because I’m going to murder him myself.
“Please,” she begs through her sob. “Janie, I need you to stay quiet, please. It was just once.”
“Once?” I shout while gesturing to her bruises. “There’s like twenty—”
“He got upset!” she hisses. “Please! If you tell anyone, it will ruin my life! I’ll lose my job, I won’t be able to work at another law firm, I need my health insurance for my insulin! You will kill me if you say anything.”
I fall to my knees and pull the sobbing woman to my chest. “You can’t stay in this relationship, babe, not when he’s hurting you.”
“I know, I’m working on it, but please, let me handle this.” I hate this. I hate having to tell her okay, but I do. I nod my head as I hug her tightly, all while thinking how I’m never going to be able to rest as long as she is with that fucker.
Fox walksinto the bedroom with a towel around his waist while running another through his hair. I spot a special tattoo on his side and start cackling. “Oh my god, you never covered that up?” How have I missed it as often as I’ve seen him shirtless? Then again, the man is covered in tattoos, and it can be hard to pick out specific ones.
“What?” He laughs as he looks from me to his torso in confusion.
“You still have my favorite tattoo!” I laugh, reaching out and poking the small tattoo of a Japanese cartoon cat eating a bowl of ramen located on his ribs.
Fox groans as he sits down and rests back on the bed. “Out of all the badass tattoos in that fucking gumball machine, I would end up with that one.”
When I was around eighteen, Dad and Fox had a friendly competition, and the loser had to get a tattoo out of the dreaded gumball machine. Dad had an old gumball machine in which he dropped a bunch of plastic containers with tattoo stencils. So, you’d pay fifty bucks and get whatever was on it. It was a neat idea but never got much use, which I said was because it was all old-school tattoos. There was nothing to appeal to my generation, which is the one that was more likely to want a spontaneous tattoo.
“Yeah, about that,” I grimace while giving him a sheepish smile. “I might’ve changed those out the night before you were due to lose.”
Fox had lost the bet against Dad, and after Fox left that night, Dad and I stayed at the shop and emptied the machine, replacing all the balls with super girly or inappropriate art.
“Be happy you got one of my ideas. Dad had one in there of a cat holding a magnet.”
Fox cocks his head to one side before it clicks in his head. “Pussy Magnet?”
I laugh loudly as I kiss his chest before making my way down his stomach. His stomach is solid, not ripped, but still muscular. I run my tongue over the hair that goes from his navel to where the towel rests and smile when he releases a hiss.
“Fuckkk, Janie.”
“The sloth is a close second, though,” I smirk as I untie his towel, exposing him entirely to me.
“Please,” he pants as his cock hardens around my hand. “I adore you, but if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to help shut you up.” Licking my lips, I kiss the tip of his crown, causing him to inhale sharply. Smiling, I swirl my tongue around the tip, earning a low groan before straddling his knees, taking the hair tie from my wrist, and wrapping it loosely over my curls. I wrap my hand around his cock again and give him a tight squeeze and slow pump.
“You’re going to kill me with this teasing.” He whimpers while running his hands over my thighs. I bend back down and give his tip another lick before slipping him past my lips.
“Shit!” He gasps out and grips my thighs tighter as I slip more of him in. I begin pumping the part of his shaft I can’t fit in my mouth as I bob my head, sucking his cock and swirling my tongue around his head. His groans turn into short cries, and his grip moves from my thighs to my hair, his hands getting lost in my curls as he begins to guide me up and down his length.
“Stop.” He breathes out and tugs my hair. The pull makes his dick pop out of my mouth, and I growl in annoyance.
“I was about to come.” He says between pants.
“And?” I ask, still very much annoyed over the interruption.
“And,” Fox locks his legs around mine, and in one swift motion, he is on top of me as his hand makes its way down my neck and over my breast, rubbing my hard nipple through my tank top. “I need to feel you.” Letting out a whimper, I arch my breasts further into his large hand.
His hand travels to my neck, but I stop him, needing something different today. “Fox,” I whisper while wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his damp hair. “I want it soft this time.” He finishes pulling my pants off before looking up at me.
“What do you mean? Did I hurt you last time?”
“No, I just want…”You to make love to me.I can’t say that; if I do, he may panic. Chewing on my lip, I ponder the correct words before locking eyes again.
“I just want it softer, slower.” Fox is hesitant but nods as he parts my slit and angles his cock against my entrance. Once he’s level, his eyes find mine again. I stare at him and let out a long moan as he fills me completely.
I watch his expression go to something like shock as he takes in every part of my face.
