Page 37 of Silver Fox Grump

She presses into my hold and there’s excitement in her brown eyes. “It worked.”

“Perfectly,” I agree. “But you’re going to regret goading a monster, Maisie.”

“How long have you been watching me?” She licks her lips.

“You know.”

“I don’t!” she protests, but when I draw closer again, pinning her hips with mine, she gasps and writhes and pleasure surges up my cock where we’re pressed together.

I tip her chin with my finger, so she has to look at me.

“Since the beginning. Since we first met at that excuse for a party.” I think diving off a cliff without a parachute would be less scary than this. But I’ve been a coward. I’ve been watching Maisie from a distance for far too long. “Now what do you want to learn in today’s lesson?”

“You. I only want you,” she breathes, melting into me. She’s so soft. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

The satisfaction and relief are a jolt of adrenaline.

“Maisie, I can’t live without you.” I turn her so her back is to my chest, and shift her so we’re back in the middle of the room. Holding her against my erection, I roll my hips, so it grinds into the small of her back and she whimpers. “You’remine.” I gather her hair in my fist, keeping my other arm tight around her waist. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers, and hearing her makes this real in a way I didn’t know I needed.

The beast inside me purrs. “I want more than is reasonable, Maisie. I crave your heart, and soul. I need every secret, and every thought.”

I tug her hair to pull her head to the side, and kiss down her neck. She smells like raspberries and cream, and I inhale her. I’m addicted.

“And I want to breed you, sweetheart. Put a baby in here.” I press on her soft belly.

“Your baby?” Her brown eyes sparkle in the mirror, full of hope.

“Our baby. Mine. Yours. A family.”

Her smile is all the answer I need. There are all these mirrors showing Maisie from every angle, but what I most desire is to see her looking back at me.

I could live in this room with her. We might never leave.

“Give me something to watch, princess.” I shift to release her enough that she can move, and when our gazes meet again, she’s flushed.

Her hands fall to her trousers, and I wait with bated breath as she undoes the buttons. I groan as she pushes her knickers off at the same time, and steps out of her shoes.

“You’re more beautiful in person than I could ever have believed when I was watching you on camera,” I murmur.

Maisie gives me a sweet smile and peels her top over her head slowly, gradually showing her belly, then the underside of her breasts, then her nipples. Her hair falls as the top comes off altogether and the creamy soft skin of her back is revealed, the perfect contrast to her dark hair. I breathe out in awe.

“Did you see these on your cameras, Mr Blackwood?” She cups her naked, berry-topped breast and gazes up at me.

“Not like this.” Not from a dozen different angles. Not when she’s so gloriously here, vivid and warm and mine.

“Did you touch yourself as you watched me?” She smooths her hands over her breasts.

She’s so hot, the fire down my spine nearly incapacitates me.

“You know I did, Maisie. I blew my load night after night watching you. I imagined your face as I jerked myself off, every time,” I rasp.

Her fingers drift to her nipples, rolling them, and my mouth waters with the desire to suck them. I will. I promise myself silently.

“Do it. Show me.” The challenge in her expression is so confident, I love it.

“The next time I come it’s going to be buried deep inside your tight, hot little cunt,” I reply, but I reach for my belt all the same, and keep looking into her face as I release my cock.