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He drops the phone far enough to see me over the top. His brows are raised. This option is far too entertaining for him.
“I would be very careful before you play with other foxes,” I say, raising my brows right back at him.
“They also play with other animals, which really isn’t my speed, or they can play alone.”
I reach for his phone, but he pulls it away.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Now isn’t the time to be looking up fox facts.”
He tosses the phone on the other side of the bed and laughs. “It’s that random number again.”
“They’re still texting you?”
He grips my hips and positions me back over his cock again. “I’ve only gotten a couple of them.” His forehead wrinkles as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “I have an idea of who it might be, but I’m not sure.”
“Who is it?”
He leans forward and grins. “I can’t tell you.” He swipes his tongue across my lips before capturing my reply with his mouth. I melt into him, my body turning to mush, as he takes command of the situation.
Like he wasn’t in control before. He’s always in control.
He’s so hard against my slit that I don’t know how he’s holding it together. My thighs are sticky, and my pussy’s hot as I work my body against his, trying desperately to find the perfect amount of friction that will send me over the edge.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?” he asks, breaking our kiss and lying back again.
He laces our fingers together and holds them in the air. It gives me leverage to work with. I moan as the head of his cock strokes my swollen bud.
Just a few more times…
“Whose pussy is this, Bianca?” he asks, shoving his hips into me. “Answer the question, and you can have it.”
I close my eyes, wanting to deny him. I love his fierceness when he doesn’t get what he wants. I love his passion when he goes after it.
When he goes after me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, forming an eight with my hips. “What was the question?”
I squeal as he flips me onto my back before I know what’s happening. I’m panting, my heart pounding, as he climbs on top of me.
One hand on each side of my head, he uses his knee to roughly part my legs.
I hiccup a breath, so ready for him that I might fall apart from the look in his eyes.
He leans forward, taking my lip between his teeth. I hiss as he tugs just far enough so it burns.
“Now,” he says, positioning himself at my opening. The head teases the hole before he adjusts himself, so it presses against my clit. “You have one last chance to answer my question.”
“Or what?”
He grins. “You’re going to have to decide whether that’s a gamble you’re willing to take.”
He toys with me, spreading my juices all over my pussy with his cock. All I can think about is how good it’s going to feel when he plunges into me.
I grip his shoulders and dig my fingernails into his flesh.
His eyes hood as he senses my willingness to cooperate—that he’s on the precipice of winning our little battle.
My legs wrap around his waist. I grin. “Do you feel this?”
