Page 22 of Silver Fox's Christmas Scandal
I stayed deep, grinding slowly, savoring the way her tight walls squeezed me. She writhed beneath me, every breath a broken moan. “Harder,” she pleaded, nails digging deep into my shoulders now.
I drew back and thrust back into her, the car rocking with the impact. Again and again, I drove into her relentlessly, making her body jerk upward on the seat.
The slap of flesh filled the limo, her wetness coating me with every thrust. Sweat rolled down my back as I braced her hips and took her roughly, giving her no chance to breathe.
Her cries rose, throat raw, head thrashing against the leather. “I’m close—oh, God—don’t stop?—”
“You’re going to come all over my cock,” I growled, pounding her harder, feeling her tighten and spasm around me. “Do it. Let me feel you.”
She broke with a scream, body locking tight, pussy clenching in desperate pulses as she came hard around me.
Her nails clawed at me, dragging across my skin, legs shaking as the orgasm ripped through her.
I thrust into her through it, never slowing, driving even deeper into her spasming walls.
The pressure in me built, every thrust bringing me closer to the edge. My cock swelled, veins straining, the need to release clawing up my spine. I caught her mouth in a savage kiss, swallowing her moans as I hammered into her.
“Take it,” I snarled against her lips, hips snapping faster.
Her body milked me hard, squeezing so tight it ripped the climax out of me. I groaned, shuddering as my cock throbbed inside the condom, pumping load after load until I was drained.
My hips jerked through the aftershocks, grinding into her as I came hard, breath tearing from my chest.
She collapsed under me, still trembling, her body clenching weakly around me as if wringing me dry. I held her pinned, buried to the hilt, both of us gasping in the fogged-up backseat of the car.
“Christ,” I muttered, forehead pressed to hers, sweat dripping between us. “You just wrecked me.”
Her breathing was beginning to steady, but I could feel her heart still racing against my chest.
The city lights painted patterns across her skin through the tinted windows, and I found myself memorizing the curve of her shoulder, the way her hair fell across her face.
The car had stopped now, but David had the good sense to realize what was happening and not interrupt us.
I kissed her collarbone softly, then pressed more kisses across to one nipple which I sucked into my mouth before I let it free with a wet pop.
"We should go upstairs," I said eventually, though moving was the last thing I wanted to do.
She nodded and sat up, pulling her coat around herself, but she suddenly seemed a bit shy. I straightened my shirt and ran my hands through my hair, trying to restore some semblance of order to my appearance.
And as she buttoned up, I tugged the full condom off and tied it shut before tucking it back into the foil pack and sliding it into my pocket. When we were both decent, I pressed the intercom button.
"We're ready."
The partition lowered slightly, and my driver stepped out to open our door. His expression remained neutral as we exited the vehicle, professional discretion written in every line of his posture.
Some conversations never needed to happen, but as Tessa's heels clicked on the snow-dusted pavement, I winked at him and drew a smirk from his lips.
The elevator ride to the penthouse was charged. She stood beside me with her shoulder brushing mine with each small movement of the car.
I wanted to pull her against me again, to lose myself in the heat we had generated, but something about her posture suggested she was processing what had just occurred.
"Go find something comfortable in my dresser," I said as we entered the penthouse. "I'll have clothing sent up in your size tomorrow."
She nodded and disappeared down the hallway toward my bedroom. I stood in the entryway for a moment, listening to her footsteps on the floor.
The familiar space felt different with her presence in it, warmer somehow. It had lacked the feminine energy that makes a house feel like a home, and I liked having her here.
I made my way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, staring at the sparse contents. A bottle of water, some leftover Thai food from three days ago, and a container of protein shake stared back at me.
