Page 58 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
God, I hope not.
“Fucking hell Grayson!” she screams as I start thrusting into her. Her hands are gripped around my biceps, likely leaving marks.
“You’re taking me so fucking good,” I say, trying my best to go even deeper. “That’s it. Every inch, Vixen. Take every single inch.”
Her body relaxes into my words, arching slightly to give me a better angle as I continue working her. The tilt of her body presses her tits closer to my face, almost begging me to take one in my mouth. Ha. As if she would ever need to beg me for that.
Her hands move to my back as I dive into her chest, sucking one hard peak while massaging the other. I can’t get enough of her. Her body. Every sound she makes. Every involuntary movement she makes. I want to learn them all. I want to memorize each and every one. I want to see Kat come apart in my arms. I want to send Katherine into a tizzy when I rip off that sensible pantsuit she wears and make her bun explode and leave her hair scattered around her shoulders.
I want them all. And I want it with her.
Her legs fall down from my side, and her hands go around my back, as she asks me with her body to turn her over. Again, she’ll never have to ask twice. Especially if that means Kat riding me, taking what she wants.
My eyes stay focused on her as she slowly pulls away from me. I expect her to straddle me, and honestly, I can’t wait to watch her ride me. Except I watch as she turns around.
“What are you doing, Vixen?”
She looks back over her shoulder, giving me a smile that screams her nickname. “You told me you wanted me to take every inch, however I wanted. Right?”
“Right.”
“Well, that’s what I’m doing. You ready?”
I pull her back slightly by her hair, sitting up to put my lips by her ear. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Be careful what you ask for, Ross.”
I kiss her neck. “Do your worst.”
This is one position we did not try our first night. Not that I didn’t want to, but to me, reverse cowgirl is a position that the woman has to initiate. They’re choosing to let their ass bounce on your cock. They’re in complete control. And right now, that’s exactly what Kat is.
Her hands are gripping my thighs, moving up and down on me just like she promised. My fingers run across the small amount of black lace that wraps around her back, loving the coarse texture against the smoothness of her skin.
I’m getting lost in the feel of her, my eyes shutting as I concentrate on every sensation, when I feel her nails starting to dig into me.
“Grays…” she trails off, but her movements keep going. “I need?—”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, but somehow, I know what she needs. I put my hands on her hips, guiding her as she circles her hips down into me.
“You did so good,” I say, gently lifting her off of me. “Now let me finish.”
She nearly falls off of me onto all fours—which might be one of the best views I’ve ever had in my thirty-four years on this planet. I take her hair in my hand, wrapping the jet-black locks around my fingers as I lean down onto her back, leaving a trail of kisses on her exposed skin as I line myself back up.
The second I’m inside her, our moans coincide, and I’m pretty sure everyone in our hall heard them. The neighbors definitely have to hear the headboard banging against the wall as I drive into her. I don’t care. Let them hear. Let them call security. There isn’t a single force on this planet right now that could stop me from making this woman come all over my cock.
“Fuck!” she screams out, just as I feel her pussy starting to tighten even more around me.
“That’s right, Vixen…come on my cock. You said do your worst. Now do it. And make sure to scream my name when you come.”
She turns her head just enough so I can see her brown eyes and flushed cheeks. I don’t blink. I squeeze her hips even tighter as I slam into her from behind. And then I send her over the edge with one well-placed smack on the ass.
“Grayson! Fuck! Grayson!”
My name has never sounded better than coming from her lips as she comes apart in front of me.
She drops to her elbows, unable to hold herself up as she continues to unravel. I do my best to help her back up, but seeing her body give out in front of me only makes my release come faster, and before I know it, I’m on top of her, spilling into the condom and fighting for breath.
Neither of us say anything. We don’t have to. What we just shared was…there are no words.
