Like a Fox by J.M. Sevilla Read Free Book Online

. No, definitely not complaining.
    Two fingers glide in, working in tandem with his tongue, and I’m coming within minutes, which has never happened to me before.
    Vic removes his shirt, grabbing at the back collar and pulling it over his head. I lift myself up on my elbows to get a better view.
    He’s glorious. Toned to perfection. Not overly big, but he’s definitely packing muscles that define every inch of him. His skin’s flawless and I can’t wait to run my hands over his naked flesh, feeling it all. He stands, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the ground.
    He isn’t wearing anything underneath, which is oddly a huge turn on. His eyes are watching me watch him.
    Can we take a moment to talk about his cock? Holy mother of God it’s glorious. Thick, long, and hard. So thick my fingers won’t be able to wrap around it. It’s beautiful. I don’t care if I’m not supposed to call a dick beautiful, because it is. I reach for it, mesmerized, wanting to taste it, but he takes my hand.
    Kissing the tips of my fingers, he explains into them, “Not tonight. When I allow him into your mouth I plan on also cumming in there.”
    He is bossy in the bedroom. I knew it.
    Vic rolls on a condom I hadn’t even seen him unwrap and pulls me back so our bodies are fully on the bed. He adjusts, cock in hand, and before I have a moment to process it he’s plowing into me, his cock ramming hard and fast, over and over. He lifts my thighs to have them wrap around his waist and his arms go under me, coming up to cup the back of my head. This position allows him to fuck me even harder, his entire length stabbing into me. I cry out in pleasure (and a tiny bit of pain) from his massive size.
    He doesn’t make any kind of noise. I unfortunately start yelling like a banshee as my orgasm builds and passes through me, leaving me in a state of delirium.
    Two hard thrusts after I finish, he pulls out. His cock covered in my juices, he unravels the condom, tossing it to the ground. He strokes his cock, his own release shooting out and streaming onto my stomach, some of it reaching as far as my breasts. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He then takes both of his hands and spreads it so he’s covering my flesh with his cum.
    My inner feminist wants to wipe it all off with a towel. The other part of me, the one he brings out, wants to be claimed by him. I want him to make me his.
    Vic leaves my room, buck naked, as though we’re the only ones in the house. I hear him down the hall in the bathroom. He uses it, then comes back with a wet cloth that he uses to clean my chest and vagina with.
    He lays himself down next to me, his fingers lazily playing between my folds. I move my head so our foreheads connect.
    “Tomorrow night we shave you. I want you bare.”
    I nod like some fucking doormat, but the idea of being bare when he comes on me like that again so I can see it hit my pussy turns me on to the point that I start grinding against his hand that is still playing between my legs.
    “So greedy,” his accent is still thick as he rubs harder.
    “Stay the night,” I beg, needing more of him.
    His tone is soft as he nuzzles along my cheek, finding my lips, “Every night.”

 
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    We’re woken up in the middle of the night by my sister in the room across from mine.
    “Harder! Fuck your little slut harder!” Maya cries.
    “Does my cockwhore like this?” Flynn growls. “What about this?”
    Maya cries out in ecstasy, “Yes, oh god yes! Make me your dirty whore!”
    I feel Vic silently laughing against me as their explicit noises get worse. My back is to his front in the bed, his arms wrapped around my chest, both hands holding my breasts. Men.
    I silently laugh with him, “My sister likes dirty talk. If Flynn tried talking to her like that outside of the bedroom she’d barbeque his dick like a hot dog.”
    We fall back asleep to the sound of my sister and Flynn talking dirty to each