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“Fox, this table can support us both, right?” I pant as his one hand stays on my throat while the other reaches behind me and unclasps my bra with an ease even I haven’t achieved. I feel him squeeze gently on my throat, and it’s like someone turned my arousal to max volume.
“Not one more fucking word unless it’s stop, do you understand?” He says through gritted teeth next to my ear. I nod rapidly as I look at him. His eyes are wild and dark, his pupils massive. He’s filled with lust, rage, and apprehension. But that rapidly disappears, leaving only lust as his hand gropes my breast, playing with the nipple. A whimper escapes me as I arch into his touch, his other hand still firmly gripping my throat. His fingers pinch and tease my erect nipple roughly, and I lean up to his face and drag my tongue over his lips, lapping up the smear of blood.
“Fuck,” his whimper is pained and animalistic at the same time. I’ve never had a man look at me with such primal lust and hunger. His hand moves from my throat to between my breasts, over my stomach, and down to my panties. He runs a knuckle over them, and I hear his sharp intake of air as if he’s trying togive himself one last out. Deciding it’s too late, Fox takes them off in one fluid motion, leaving me completely bare on the table.
He grabs Atlas’ chair and sits in it before wheeling it to the end by my feet. I know he said not another word, but I need to ask, like, six questions, seven tops. As if reading my thoughts and denying me permission to ask questions, Fox grips my hips and roughly pulls me down to the end of Atlas' table. My legs go up over his broad shoulders, and before I have time to think, this man slips his tongue right between the lips of my wet, aching pussy and licks me all the way up to my clit.
Holy shit. Holy shit, this is—Oh my god. No one has ever. Fuck! Fuck!
I cry out and arch my back as he rolls his tongue around my swollen clit. His firm, and I do meanfirm, grip on my hips makes it impossible for me to escape his mouth. I moan loudly as my hands find their way into his loose hair.
“Mhhhmmm…” His moan is almost a growl, sending a wave of pleasure through me that I feel in my toes. No one should be able to performthiswell orally and sound like this.
I feel his fingertip run up and down my entrance. His teasing is driving me insane, but I don’t dare speak for fear of breaking whatever this spell is. He inserts one finger, one fucking finger inside me, and I feel full. I whimper and shift around him. I feel his mouth move away from my clit, and this time I’m the one to growl as I push him back. I’m too close. He can’t stop now. I will murder him right here if he stops.
Thankfully, he takes the hint and continues licking, sucking, and teasing, all while slipping a second finger in and curling his fingers against a spot no man has ever touched.
My pants and whines increase as I feel the pressure building. I can’t control my shaking legs or hands, but it doesn’t faze him. As my lower half arches off the table, Fox’s hand splays out over my tensing stomach to hold me down.
I feel the pressure reach its breaking point, and I’m going to break his rule. I’m going to scream, I can’t… Fucking god, there is no way I can stay quiet.
“Fuck! Fox!” I grip his hair tightly while I grind mercilessly against his face, riding out the waves of pleasure. Fox stays put, lapping up my desire while the hand on my stomach gently moves to almost pet me. His thumb runs back and forth over my navel so softly it’s almost too intimate.
Once I come down from riding out my orgasm, Fox licks me clean before finishing out with sweet kisses against my center and down my thighs.
It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced, but I want more. Ineedmore. My body is vibrating, and I feel more sexually frustrated now than before. Fox is a mind reader at this point. I feel him lap my orgasm up before he stands and leans over my panting body.
“Open,” he orders darkly, and I obey as he spits my arousal into my mouth. “Swallow.” As soon as I do, his mouth devours mine, and we're a mess of teeth, lips, tongues, and growls. I gasp as he leans over me. It’s now that I realize his dick is free from his boxers and is pressing on my thigh. I look down and…Oh, you have to be joking. I’ve felt him before, but never in my wildest dreams did I envision he would bethisbig.
Fox is massive, thick, and long, hard as a rod with the slightest upward curve. I stare at the thick veins starting at his base and leading to his tight, shiny-looking tip.
I look up at him, mouth open, and he gives me a shy grin. “Yeah, we should stop. I’m not sure it’ll fit.”
Most guys say this, and you insert an eye roll. This might be a genuine concern with Fox. But it’s not a concern I can think about at this point. I’m too deep into this.
“Condom,” is all I can think. Quickly, Fox rifles through Atlas’ station.Of course, Atlas has condoms in his workstation.
Fox rips the foil packaging off with his teeth before rolling the condom over his impressive length.
“Now,” he says while stepping between my legs. “I’m going to start slow. You have to tell me more, less, or stop. I’m serious, Janie.”
I look into his dark gaze and nod. “Okay,” I say weakly. I’m on a post-orgasmic high. I’m filled with anxiety, lust, and fuck. Can’t he just let me feel him?
Fox angles himself against my entrance, and the pressure I feel from just the head pushing in makes me cry out and try to move away.
Fox holds me still but is true to his word; he’s slow and lets me decide when to take more, all while kissing my lips and saying things that I wish he wouldn’t because this is quickly leaving angry fuck territory.
“Okay, baby doll, a little more. There you go, you’re doing great. That’s my girl.” His praises shouldn’t affect me the way they are, but fuck, it’s turning my arousal into overdrive. Fox is finally as far in me as possible and holds completely still. I furrow my brows and move slightly, causing him to gasp and grip my hips.
“S-Stop!” He bites out. “Janie… Fuck, you can't do that.” His voice is shaky as he speaks.
“Do what?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“J-Janie, you are… Fuck… You are really, really tight.” He pants, and I see the almost pained expression on his face. “I just—-goddammit—I need a second, or I’m going to explode in less than two pumps.”
Okay, I get him blowing his load in five seconds would suck. I do. But the power that I feel knowing that I can do that to him… Maybe just once.
I rock my hips again, and he lets out a cry. “Janie, God damn it! I’m not kidding!”
