Page 18 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

Regret can happen later.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispers as he slides further and further into me. He grabs one of my legs and bends it around his waist. “Wrap your legs around me.”

He knows what he likes and he’s in control. I’ll do whatever he says.

Grant’s neck strains as he begins to slide in and out of me, each stroke pushing his cock further and further to the hilt.

The stretch feels amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. He’s big, but it doesn’t hurt. And he’s hitting places inside me I never knew a man could actually hit.

He might just make me come from this.

One of his hands slides down from my wrist to my chest, pulling down the neckline of my shirt, revealing my breasts.

“Look at your perfect tits.” They bounce as he thrusts inside me. “Fuck…” He cups one of them, pinching the nipple. My body seizes with unexpected pleasure. “You like that?”

I moan with a nod.

“Answer me with words,” he says through clenched teeth, continuing to roll my nipple.

“Yes, I like it,” I say breathlessly.

Grant puts his hand on my cheek, thumb brushing my lower lip. “Good girl.”

I wrap my lips around his thumb just as I did around the strawberries earlier. His pupils dilate further and he begins to thrust faster.

More fireworks popping and booming, echoing our pleasure. The rickety treehouse floor is starting to squeak under us.

Somehow, by fucking here, we are consecrating this place. Safe, secret, away from the world. Here, we can indulge in this illicit connection without fear.

Here, I’m not afraid of how right this feels.

I wrap my arms around his back, hooking my hands on his shoulders, forcing the tempo faster.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding,” he laughs into my hair.

I’m warm all over, especially in my pelvis where I’m starting to burn like molten lava. Hot, desperate pleasure. It’s happened so fast. Too fast. It’s almost scaring me.

Grant abruptly lifts his torso and pushes my knees together. I howl in euphoria, the space for him even tighter than before. “Let go, Harley. Let it all out.”

I have no choice buttolet it all out. Thank god the world outside the treehouse is loud and rumbling because, inside the treehouse, it’s just as cacophonous. My wails, his grunts. The July heat has caused us both to sweat, made even worse by the stuffiness of the treehouse.

Just shows how hard we’re working for this.

I’m starting to tremble. No rhythm to it. Just shaking. My legs, my belly, my hands. “Oh god, Grant. You’re making me–I feel like I might–” This has never happened to me before, not without significant preparation or foreplay or toys or something. But here, with Grant, the elusive female orgasm isn’t so elusive.

“You’re almost there, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m going to take you there.”

Yes, he is. All the way to the edge of the cliff and then–

I scream out his name as if he might help me hold on, but it’s no use. The orgasm hits me, explodes inside just the like the fireworks outside. Except, it’s better.

Especially when Grant comes too. His hot seed pours inside me, adding to the overwhelming heat.

“Fuck, Harley, fuck, fuck, fuhhhh…” He trails off, his body stuttering with the final thrusts and echoes of his pleasure.

And just as we fall, the world outside is silent. The fireworks have ended. Now, our breath is loud and chaotic as we both try to get back to reality. To ourselves. Our eyes meet, Grant still buried inside me, holding the seed at my deepest part.

I fall into his deep blue eyes like I’m diving into the ocean. I cup his cheek in my hand and smile up at him. It feels like there’s possibility here. A world of discovery. Of our bodies and minds. It doesn’t have to end. It could–

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