Page 17 of Sold to the Silver Foxes (Forbidden Hearts #6)

“Oh. Okay.” She rests her head on a pillow, leaving her in the perfect position for my dinner time. The view? Heavenly. “If I had my way, I’d keep you like this all the time. On your back, ready for me. You are fucking gorgeous.”

“No, I’m?—”

“Shut the fuck up. Anyone who’s ever said otherwise is a damn liar.

” No more conversation. I lunge for her pussy, tasting every bit of her.

So sweet. She grips the sheets as her back bows, never pulling away, only pushing against me for more friction.

I slide my tongue through her folds to listen for when I hit her spot.

Her squeaky moan tells me I found it. “Oh god!”

I go to work, lapping, sucking, nibbling. The longer I work, the tighter her thighs clasp my head, and she’s stronger than she looks. Perfect earmuffs. Her body shakes until it goes still, and I can barely hear her cries when she comes, thanks to those thighs of hers.

I yank off my clothes as she recovers, and I’m on her before I can think straight. There is no thinking straight around this girl—she’s in my head. A dangerous proposition, one I’m willing to endure for this.

For her.

She wraps her legs and arms around me, and I roll us over until she’s on top, a pale beauty staring down at me. Her long red hair covers her tits the way mermaids are painted sometimes, and her face is flushed from orgasm. That smile is enough to bring the dead to life. “Nico, I want you in me.”

I grab her ass and pull her toward me, which makes that wet pussy glide up my dick as she purrs. My brain sparks and shorts out completely. No more thoughts. Only feelings.

I cock my hips back and push, breaching her tightness. Nothing has ever felt this good. There are no words. She gasps my name like a prayer, and I’m done. I roll her onto her back, kiss her like my life depends on it, and bury myself deep inside of her body.

She wraps her arms around my neck, our tongues colliding, bodies pumping at each other until there’s no air in the room. I taste her sweat as she tastes her own need on my lips. Her fingernails claw down my back like the animal she is.

Suddenly, she tips her head away from me, baring her throat. I bite her there, the need overwhelming as I pound into her. But then I hear her voice over the roaring in my head. “I’m not on birth control!”

“Shit,” I hiss, my mouth still on her. I stop, fully seated inside. “Eh?—”

“Just…I wanted you to know,” she pants. “Before, I mean.”

I swallow, knowing this is a mistake and not caring. “I’ll pull out.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Then, she kisses me again, just as hard, just as wild.

I can’t stop. I know I should. I know the risks. I’m suddenly overcome with empathy for every idiot high schooler. But I can’t stop now.

I’m drunk on her.

I pull out, flip her over, and flatten her to the bed with my weight as I re-enter from behind.

The view from here…that ass. Fuck me. That ass makes me want to take a bite.

I curl my arms underneath her body, my hands cupping her shoulders to pin her to me.

She’s my helpless fuck puppet and so much more.

I slam into her, earning a half moan, half scream. “You like that? Being held down? Helpless?”

She sounds as drunk as I feel. “Yes! Please! More!”

I give her so much that I’m losing myself just so I can give her more. Sweat trickles down my back, and I lick hers off her spine. When her body locks on me, I go harder. Didn’t know I had more in me to give.

Her voice breaks. “I—I…fuck, Nico, I’m so close!”

“Tell me what you need, kitten.”

“I think…my ass. I need you in my ass.”

I almost come on the spot. It’s a crime to part from her, but I have to find lube.

Thankfully, we keep a kit in each nightstand and under every bed of our house, so I grab the lube from the nightstand and prep myself.

With a finger, I do the same for her, sliding it inside her ass to make sure she’s protected.

Her moans are going to be the death of me.

“Yeah, like that.”

“That’s just my finger, kitten.”

“Oh god.”

When I press my cock against her there, she quivers beneath me. “Don’t forget that safeword.”

“That what—oh!”

I slide in an inch at a time, and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t squirm just right against me. It’s not long before she’s rocking back to meet my thrusts. Everything in me goes hot. I’m not going to last much longer. “Touch yourself, kitten. Play with that sweet little clit while I fuck your ass.”

She reaches down, and her moans become something throaty and raw, peppered with curses. The sweetest music. Her body goes tight, and I feel it when it hits her, because her orgasm makes me come too. I pull out, as promised, and come on her ass while my orgasm tears through me.

She collapses, and between heavy breaths, she asks, “Why pull out from my ass?”

I cough, trying to catch my breath as I lie next to her. “We hadn’t negotiated anything else, and I try not to overstep too many boundaries at once.”

“Oh.” She stares at the ceiling before rolling onto me, her head on my shoulder. “That was risky of us.”

“Yeah. I should’ve known better than to go in bare. Sorry for that. I?—”

She huffs a laugh. “I could have said something and stopped you. Stop taking all the blame for every decision.”

“I’m more experienced, sweetheart. I should have had more self-control.”

The humor fades from her eyes as she sits up. “Nico, I mean this in the nicest way, okay? I’m not some innocent or a kid who doesn’t know what they’re doing. Yes, you’re more experienced than me, absolutely. But I made this choice with you. Don’t treat me less-than just because I’m new at this.”

I reach up for her cheek while something cracks in my chest. “I meant nothing of the sort, Tabitha. In a scene, I’m used to being in charge, which makes me largely responsible for what happens. It’s?—”

“But this wasn’t a scene, was it?”

“No, I suppose it wasn’t.”

“It’s like you think you’re a robot, programmed to be perfect. But life isn’t perfect. It can be messier than you ever expected…” She sits up and stares off at the fireplace and its golden embers. “Sometimes you can do everything right, and nothing works. And that’s just how life is.”

I don’t think we’re talking about me anymore. “Tabitha, is there something you want to say?”

And just like that, she smiles it away. Whatever it was. “Just that. Stop acting like you set yourself to some higher standard than the rest of us. Be a human sometimes. It’s okay.”

“Just as long as you remember the same thing for yourself.” I motion for her to lie down again, and to my relief, she does. “We did a risky thing. Let’s not let that slip again, okay?”

She bites my shoulder playfully. “I’ll try.”

I swat her ass. “Oh, you better do more than try.”

“Or you’ll spank me again?”

“If you’ve earned it.”

“Then I’ll do my best to earn it.”