Page 40 of Filthy Sweet

“Uh-huh,” I answer and ride my hips back, losing myself in the sex again. “Give it to me, Fox. Fill me up with my cum.”

“Fuck yeah,” Fox grunts.

He writhes beneath me, pumping from his hips as he works my rim with his fingers. The friction and the pressure build, and my cock gets hard again as it rubs his thicker shaft. Fox manages to grab the lube and add some to his fingers, then pushes my entrance again, this time sliding in.

“Fox,” I moan, and my eyes roll back into my head.

“Get that cum deep inside you.” He kisses my forehead, one hand squeezing my ass and the other working two fingers in. “Gonna be dripping out your tight hole.”

“I can feel you,” I groan. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, gasping as Fox strokes my spot. “You feel so good inside me.”

Words keep tumbling out of my mouth, but I can’t hear them. The steady pressure and slick rub of Fox’s fingers is more than I can handle. Another orgasm is throbbing deep inside of me, demanding release. And the harder Fox fucks me, the more our cocks bounce together, pulsing and raw.

The world turns into pure light and energy. I can feel myself sucking on Fox’s neck, and I can hear him groaning my name, and then I hit another orgasm. Hot jets of semen spray against my abs, our releases pouring together as we both climax, and my hole seizes tight around Fox’s hard fingers.

I collapse on his chest, gasping and sweating. “Holy shit.”

Fox squeezes my ass, then drags his fingers out. “Holy shit,” he agrees.

We lay there a second, both panting. I’m hot all over, and I can actually feel cum dripping out of my hole, which is fucking amazing.

Fox rubs the back of my head. “Be right back,” he grunts and rolls out from under me.

He walks naked into the kitchen, and I sit there a second, disoriented. I start to feel alone, the warmth of the orgasm fading, and wish he would hurry back.

This is what good sex is like. I’m satisfied and totally excited to try it again. And just because there’s a part of my brain right now crying out for Fox and insisting he should be here cuddling me, that doesn’t keep me from enjoying what I have, which is pretty damn special.

I rub my hand over my face. Fox just shoved my cum in my butt. Holy shit.

“Hey cutie,” he says, returning from the kitchen with a couple glasses of water in one hand and a small white towel in the other. His cock is still swollen, half-hard.

I look at the towel, then down at my messy self. “Oh, shit,” I say, standing. “Your leather couch.”

Fox chuckles. “Fuck the couch.” He hands me a glass of water, then tosses the towel aside. “I was just trying to be polite.”

I reach one hand back and lay it on my ass, which feels warm. “I probably should clean myself, though.”

Fox steps forward, and his naked body brushes mine. “Your face is clean. It’s hotter if you wear the rest home, actually.”

“Oh.” I feel myself blushing and laugh. “Okay.”

Fox runs his fingers along the side of my head, above my ear. “You good?”

“Just a little shy again. I really got into it, didn’t I?”

He grins. “Yeah, you did.”

I squirm, but it actually feels nice. “You don’t think it’s nasty, when I get like that?”

Fox locks eyes. “Yeah, it’s nasty. That’s why it’s so hot.” He rests his hand on my arm, rubbing me lightly. “You’re exciting. More exciting than most hookups.”

“Even the threesomes?”

“Believe it or not,” Fox answers. “Threesomes are fine. But this is… unexpected.”

I laugh, flattered and giddy and maybe even finally believing his reassurances. “Cool.” I take the water and gulp from it. “How does this work now? Do we make plans to see each other again?”

Fox grabs his phone from the table, then flips through it quickly. “Wednesday night? Monday and Tuesday I’ve—”

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