“I’m going to fuck you here too, little fox.” Silas circles my ass, testing the tight hole with the tip of his thumb.
My body tenses at the threat, and I feel him reach between our rocking bodies, coating his fingers in my arousal before returning to that forbidden place.
“Relax,” he breaths, pressing against the ring of muscle as he angles his hips, hitting that delicious spot inside me that has my toes curling, my mind short-circuiting.
“Good girl,” Silas says, his finger stretching me, working my ass in rhythm with our bodies. “Look how beautifully your ass takes my fingers.” He presses in a second, the searing burn of it foreign and punishing. Hell and rapture all at once. “Look how this greedy little cunt clenches around my cock, begging me to fill it. Do you want my cum, Evie? Do you want me to fill you up like the good little slut you are?”
“Yes,” I cry. My hands search for purchase on the slick tiles as Silas unleashes himself, fingers stretching my ass, hips splitting me in two, bringing me higher. Higher. And then I’m crashing again, that delicious coil low in my belly snapping as the world around me shatters.
Silas cries out, pressing deep inside me as his cock pulses, filling me up just like he promised. He slips out, his fingers gathering the cum leaking down my legs, pushing it back inside my aching pussy before cleaning off the rest of me.
I still feel like I’m floating as he turns off the water, wraps me in a towel, and sets me down on the silk sheets of his bed.
“Eyes open, baby,” Silas says, spreading my legs apart again. He hikes my knees up, pushing them wide until my back rounds, the most intimate parts of me exposed for his stare. “Hold yourself open for me.”
Swallowing, I do what he says, my hands replacing his on the backs of my thighs. His fingers caress my folds, sliding through my pussy before circling my ass.
“Did you like when I touched you here, little fox?” Silas uses his thumb to press against the sore flesh, and even as a hiss of pain escapes me, I’m nodding, wanting more. “Were you picturing my cock here?” He presses into me, his cock already hard again as I moan against his finger. “To be properly fucked and filled by me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, looking down over my stomach to where he toys with me. “I want you everywhere,” I confess, my voice trembling with desperate desire.God, I need him—crave his cum in my ass, my mouth, covering my breasts. I want him everywhere. Filling me. Covering me until I’m drenched in the scent of him. Until he is my world. My entire reality.
He must see the tortured need in my eyes, because he spreads my cheeks further, letting a string of spit fall from his mouth to my hole—and then the head of his cock replaces his fingers.
I gasp at the pain, doing my best to keep myself spread for him, wanting him to continue even when it feels like there’s no way he’ll fit.
“Fuck,” he groans, gathering more of my slickness to coat his cock. “So fucking tight.”
“Silas, I can’t,” I whimper, trying to relax. I’m about to tell him to stop when his fingers find my clit.
“Shh, I won’t break you, baby.” Silas flicks and teases just the way I like, his thumb working my clit as he slips a finger into my pussy. “You’re my toy, baby. And I take good care of my toys.”
I moan as he takes me higher, the delicious promise of an orgasm easing the tight ring of muscle enough for him to pull out and thrust in deeper. My fingers tighten on my thighs, nails digging into my skin as the pain begins to shift.
Silas groans as he seats himself fully, his hands replacing mine as he draws back to the tip—only to slam forward.
“Oh god,” I pant, gripping the sheets as he picks up his pace. Then his fingers are back, pumping into my pussy as his cock takes my ass. I’m full, so fucking full. “Oh my fucking god.”
“You’re such a pretty mess for me, baby. Look. Look at how well you weep for me.”
I press up, staring at where our bodies are joined—at the wetness coating my thighs and his fingers, coating the skin right above his cock. Sweat and cum and the scent of him swirl around us.
“Fuck,” he growls. I’m seeing stars, my head falling back as his body tenses, his hips slapping, fingers gripping my ass. And then I’m following him into the abyss.
52
SILAS
The clock flashes 1:58 a.m. as I reach for my phone, answering the incoming call before it can wake Evie. I was true to my word. Fucking her in every way imaginable, using her lips last. I came all over her face, her breasts and chest, then dragged my fingers through the mess, shoving them between her lips until she cleaned every drop.
And she loved every fucking moment of it. My little fox has earned her sleep. I won’t be able to breathe without feeling me, but there’s been no update from my brothers. And I need a distraction. A better man would put his own needs aside, let Evie rest…
I tug the sheets back, groaning as Evie’s perfect pussy comes into view. We didn’t bother getting dressed after the third shower. I’m just about to start dessert when I catch the flash of a purple lion on my phone and slip from the bed.
“Do you have her?” I ask, tugging on a pair of sweats as I move into the hallway.
“Not yet,” Erik answers, his voice buzzing with pent-up energy. Good energy. “But there’s movement. A white van just pulled up. The same one from thechurch.”
“Plates?”
