Page 44 of The Silver Fox Daddy

"Isn't that what you're into?" I tease as I draw closer to her.

She's taken by surprise when I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her into my arms. She lets out a small yelp as her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.

"Only with you," she replies, leaning in to kiss my neck.

I carry her upstairs to her childhood room, pushing open her door and closing it behind me with my foot. There’s no time for me to mess around, as her mom and Archer could come home at any time, so I toss her down onto her full-sized bed.

I stand at the foot of the bed as I watch her wrestle with her jeans, the frantic movement matched by me as I work my way out of my own pants.

“You better make this quick,” Monica says, as her knees fall apart, beckoning me to her wet center.

I don’t waste another second, bending my head forward to give her one slow lick up her slit, getting a squeal from her before moving my body up onto the bed to position myself at her entrance.

When I’ve pushed myself forward until I’m settled inside Monica to the hilt, she lets out a sigh of relief, as if she’s been needing this all day.

“Does this somewhat make up for it?” Monica asks with a smile, though her voice sounds a bit timid, as if she doesn’t know if she should pose the question.

Not wanting her to worry, I offer up my own smile. “Maybe a little.”

And I’m not lying. Just the feeling of being encased inside Monica does wonders for my mood. I know that later tonight, once Archer is asleep and I’m alone in my room, I’ll remember that I’ll have to be near Jessica at the anniversary. But right now, all I can think about is Monica.

“You better hurry up. My mom will be back soon.” Monica smirks, her hips trying to buck up to get me to move.

With that, I finally begin moving my hips at a punishing pace, not having to worry about the noise since we’re the only ones here.

I claim her fast and hard, letting out all of my frustrations while trying to get off before Beth and Archer are back. As much as I’d love to take it slow, I know that we don’t have time for it.

My punishing thrusts have Monica gasping. Despite being the only ones here, I can tell she’s still trying to keep her voice down. But the pleasure is written all over her face as my pelvis comes down to rub against her clit.

“Better come soon,” I smirk, feeling my own release quickly approaching.

Getting onto my knees, it allows for Monica to reach her hand down in between us to start rubbing at her clit. It tells me she’s close, needing the extra stimulation to put herself over the edge.

My own orgasm is at the precipice, but I force myself to hold it back until I’m able to push her over the edge.

“Jared!” she calls out, her body tensing up as her eyes roll into the back of her head.

I feel her walls clenching around me, squeezing my own orgasm out of me.

As the two of us lay panting, still connected, we hear the front door open. The two of us look at each other with wide eyes, knowing Beth and Archer are back.

As I climb off Monica, I realize I’m lucky we only decided to take our pants off. Grabbing Monica’s, I toss them at her.

“Perfect timing,” I joke, earning a scoff from Monica.

“Just get dressed,” she grumbles, but the smile on her face tells me she’s just as content as I am.

CHAPTER23

MONICA

"This is not too shabby," Jared remarks as we step inside the vacation home my parents rented on Martha's Vineyard.

The classic, New England-style summer home sits right on the water, boasting a spacious backyard that will serve as the venue for the anniversary celebration. Both my family and the Mitchells are staying here, with other guests scheduled to arrive in two days.

As we slide open the door leading to the backyard, the scene unfolds before us. Tables, chairs, and a wooden dance floor are neatly arranged under a large white tent, providing shelter and an elegant setting for the celebration. It's the perfect setup for the cool April weather.

After our interlude at my mother's house, Jared and I decided to be more cautious about our relationship. I was fortunate that my mom didn't think too much of our absence from the living room. I explained that I had been in my room, and Jared joined shortly after, claiming he had been in the bathroom.

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