Page 150 of The Silver Fox Brother

His mouth lingers, his tongue slow and languid as he drinks me in, his hands gripping my thighs possessively. When he finally lets me go, I collapse against him, panting.

He slides me back down onto his lap, his erection pressing thick and insistent beneath his trousers. I slide down between his legs, my hands eager as I unfasten his belt, then his pants. He watches me, amusement playing at the corner of his lips, but the fire in his eyes is anything but patient.

He shifts and lifts as I pull his pants down, his arousal springing free, hard and heavy. My mouth waters as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking once, then leaning forward, I lick the pre-cum off of the tip with my tongue. The taste of him is intoxicating. He slowly starts to stroke himself, as I place my mouth over his cock, sucking on it like a fiend. His hands keep jerking his dick into my mouth, but then he reaches out and grabs my hair, pulling it tightly in his fist.

Knox groans as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. I move slowly at first, savoring the way he shudders beneath my touch. I suck him with hollow my cheeks, as his tip repeatedly hits the back of my throat.

"Fuck," he rasps, his grip tightening as he thrusts his hips upward, fucking my face. His control is slipping, his breaths coming fast and ragged. The tears start collecting in a stream down my face, as I gag and choke on his dick.

I moan against him, the vibration making his hips jerk. He curses, his hold on me unyielding as he guides my pace. I take him deeper, my eyes flicking up to meet his, the intensity in his gaze sending a rush of heat through me.

Then, with a guttural growl, his muscles tense, his toes curl and his head falls back as he pulses in my mouth. He holds my head in place as his release spurts to the back of my throat, spilling all over my tongue. I swallow every drop, lingering, savoring, before finally pulling back, licking my lips as I meet his darkened stare.

Knox lets out a slow breath. "You're too much.”

I saunter away, my legs still shaking as I walk over to the kitchen, open the refrigerator and grab a large bottle of water. I take a slow sip, swishing the contents around my mouth to help swallow him down.

I look over at Knox as he sits on the couch and give him a flirtatious wink. He shakes his head and then stands up as he begins walking over towards me. His big dick swinging back and forth, his body tight and muscular.

"Still thirsty, then?" he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.

"Very much so," I tease.

He reaches his hand out, signaling for a sip of water as well. I hand him the bottle and he takes a long sip, his eyes never leaving mine.

Before I have a chance to take another sip, he’s behind me, pressing me against the cool marble of the kitchen table. His breath is warm and sweet against my neck. His hands slide up my stomach, then higher, unsnapping my bra with ease. The straps fall from my shoulders, and he peels it away, tossing it aside. His palms cup my breasts, squeezing them as his fingers tease my nipples until they harden under his touch.

I arch into him, my head tilting back against his chest as his lips graze my shoulder, his stubble scraping my skin. He lowers his mouth to the sensitive spot at the base of myneck, sucking lightly, leaving his mark. My breath shudders as he spreads my legs with his knee, his hard throbbing cock pressing hard against me.

He grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back, locking them there in a firm grip.

"Stay still," he murmurs, his tone thick with command.

A thrill runs down my spine as he shifts, his other hand threading through my hair, gripping the base of my neck. Then, without warning, he bends me over the kitchen table, my cheek pressing against the cool surface.

"Knox—" I gasp, my pulse hammering.

He moves behind me, adjusting, his hands gripping my hips before he drags the thick length of his cock between my pussy folds, teasing me, making me whimper in anticipation. He teases my pussy with his fat tip, rubbing it against my entrance.

"I want to be inside of you," he says, voice edged with hunger.

"Yes," I breathe, my body already begging for him.

Then he thrusts deep inside of me, stretching my hole, his girth filling me completely. The sudden fullness knocks the breath from my lungs. My fingers grip the edge of the table as he moves, his pace steady but forceful, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge.

The sound of skin against skin, his wet cock sliding inside of my dripping pussy fills the air, the scent of sex thick around us. Knox growls low in his throat, his hands kneading my ass before one of them cracks against my skin,the sharp sting sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.

I cry out, the sensation heightening everything. He smacks me again, harder, before gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him as he pounds into me. His groans are primal as he watches his long hard cock move in and out of me from behind. He squeezes my flesh, as the intensity builds, pressure coiling in my stomach, tightening, ready to snap.

"Knox—" My voice shakes, my body trembling.

"Come for me," he demands, his voice deep, commanding.

His thrusts become punishing, relentless, and then I shatter. Pleasure surges through me like a violent storm, my legs shaking as I moan loudly. My release floods over him, coating his cock, and the sensation sends him spiraling over the edge.

With a rough groan, Knox pulls out, turning me to face him. He crashes his lips to mine, kissing me hard, possessive, before he scoops me up effortlessly into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, our bodies still hot, still desperate.

Without breaking stride, he carries me across the living room, his grip strong, his muscles taut beneath my hands. I cling to him, my heart still racing as he kicks open the bedroom door and lays me down on the massive bed.