Page 55 of Filthy Sweet

I twitch against his body.

“Oh yeah,” he says, satisfied. “Today is about fucking Owen.”

When we get to the doors, Fox drops his arm from my shoulders, brushing past my ass and triggering another earthquake at my base. I am out of my mind, like I’m going to explode with cum at any minute.

Fox gets us a taxi, and we both slide in the back. He occupies himself by giving directions, and I do my best not to have an orgasm on the way home.

He gives me a wicked eye and presses his leg to mine. “You know, I wasn’t just bullshitting earlier,” he says, dropping his voice under the music that pipes through the radio. “The fact that you’re so fucking smart is hot to me.” He leans in a little closer, and his musky scent fills my nose. “You’ve got that big, powerful brain, but you’re not afraid to come undone. You’re so sweet on the surface. No one would know what kind of surprises you keep hidden away in those panties of yours.”

I twitch again. I’m sweating, and I have to work hard to form words, but I press my lips to his ear. “You haven’t unraveled me yet,” I tease him.

Fox chuckles. “Oh yeah?” He pulls out his phone, then hits a couple of buttons. “Driver?” he says loudly. “Do you mind taking this new route?”

I raise an eyebrow at him, and Fox grins.

“Cobblestone road,” he says to me.

“Cobblestone?” I don’t get it, but a second later, the car starts bouncing. “Oh fuck!” I gasp and grab Fox’s arm. “Oh god!”

As the seat bounces beneath me, the plug rubs my throbbing channel. Every squirm and bounce sends another jolt through my body, and the coals of pleasure burning behind my balls shoot flames that lick my nerves.

“You’re evil,” I whisper to Fox, grinning.

He laughs and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. “You love it.”

By the time we get back to his condo, I’m riding the edge of an orgasm. It’s not just the tight, warm pressure in my hole, or the way it feels like Fox is deep inside me while we walk down the street. I’m clamoring against my climax, gasping my breath, because I’ve totally broken through to the other side.

I’m not scared and insecure anymore. I know Fox is into me, and I know what I like. I used to fear I’d never get here, but I’ve landed somewhere so much more exciting than I’d dare imagined.

Fox leads me into his apartment, then immediately turns to undressing me. He throws my jacket aside, kisses me against the wall, and kicks his pants off. Every movement sends another spasm of pleasure from my hole, and when his hairy chest presses to mine, I suck desperately on his neck, the need to taste him overwhelming me.

Once Fox has me stripped down to my panties, he lifts me, and I throw my legs around his sturdy thighs. “Yeah,” he grunts, hitching me up, and I grind my ass to his hard cock. “You want me inside you, Owen?”

“Yeah,” I moan, throbbing. “Please.”

I can’t even tease or flirt anymore. All I have left is begging.

“That’s right,” Fox encourages me. He walks us to the stairs, then up toward his bedroom, each heavy step driving the plug deeper into me. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I gasp. I throw my arms around his shoulders and bury my face against his sweaty neck. “I want you inside me.”

One of Fox’s hands strokes my ass. “You got yourself nice and ready for my big dick, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I gasp. “I put the plug in, but I’ll still be really tight for you.”

“I like that,” Fox growls. “Dressed your pretty dick up in lace for me, too.” He gyrates his hips, pressing his bulge to my ass, then lowers me onto his bed. “Now I’m going to make you come so hard, you shoot all over your face.”

I groan out his name. Fox gives me a wet, slow kiss, then drags his lips down my body. He sucks on my skin, his beard like fire, and bites at my hard nipples. I’m writhing and groaning and soaking through my panties. It feels so good, and I’m so close to my climax, I melt into goo in his hand.

I grab Fox’s shoulder as he licks my hard shaft through the panties. “Give me that cock,” I groan, my grip tight on his muscled back.

“Say pretty please,” Fox growls, then licks my cock again.

“Pretty fucking please,” I beg, trying so hard not to come. “I need it.”

“With a cherry on top.”

“With a cherry on top! Please, just give it to me. I’ve been waiting for your fucking cock since I was a teenager.”

---