Free A Fox Between the Bear's Sheets by Jenika Snow

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    on the bed and watched with unleashed anticipation and arousal as he all but tore his own clothing
    from his body, tossed them aside, and grabbed a condom. His cock was huge, long, and thick. Even in
    the darkness she could see the tip dotted with a bead of pre-cum. The fact he was just as frantic for
    this as she was had a powerful surge of energy moving through her. He sheathed his massive erection,
    and for several long moments all he did was stare at her, spread out on his bed like some kind of
    offering. She knew what she looked like: her thighs spread out, her pussy on display, and her breasts
    thrust out.
    “Hell, Talia. I am going to take you so fucking hard.” He was staring between her thighs, and
    ran his hand over his mouth, like he was about to lose it. “Get on your belly, baby.”
    Her heart was thumping so damn hard it was almost impossible to hear him. When she was on
    her belly Ford gripped her ankles, yanked her roughly to the edge of the bed, and gripped her inner
    thighs right before he thrust them open. The tips of her toes touched the ground, and then he was
    ripping her panties from her body. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as he slapped his palms on the
    mounds of her ass so hard the sting traveled up her back.
    “God, your fucking ass was made for my cock.” His words were so rough, so hoarse, that it was
    like he was more bear than man at this moment. He lifted his hand, and she only had a split second to
    realize what he was doing before he did it. He slapped her ass again, and again, and again, until the
    blood rushed violently to the surface. Ford alternated between her cheeks, and soon started working
    his erotic spanking down the back of her thighs. Never had Talia experienced this, but she couldn’t lie
    and say it didn’t make her wetter than anything before. The spankings seemed to go on and on, and
    Ford’s low, husky whispers seemed to fuel him on even more. “You skin is so fucking hot and red
    from my hands.” His lips replaced where he had just spanked her ass, and his tongue moved along her
    deliciously abused flesh as if washing the sting away.
    Cool air washed along the crease of her ass when he spread her cheeks open, and her heart
    stuttered in her chest when that chilled air was replaced with his warm, humid breath. Oh God, what
    was he going to do? She didn’t have time to question what he was doing because Ford’s tongue was
    moving along the slit of her pussy, over the opening of her body, and between the globes of her ass. At
    the first flick of his tongue and mouth over her anus she stiffened.
    “Shh, baby. I’m gonna make it feel so fucking good for you. Just surrender this part of yourself
    to me. Trust me.” He flattened his tongue and licked her again. “Just trust me to make you feel good.”
    She relaxed against the mattress and forced herself to just feel what he was doing, and not the
    idea of where his mouth was. This seemed taboo and unnatural, but then she just closed her eyes and
    let the rhythmic flicking and lapping motion of him against the area of her body no man had ever
    touched wash through. When she finally let go, surrendered to him and let herself enjoy what Ford was
    doing, a sense of euphoria filled her.
    “Yeah, that’s fucking it. Let go, Talia.” He curled his fingers into her ass, his claws digging
    into her flesh and causing a surge of pain to mix with the pleasure.
    He moved away from her far too soon, but before Talia could moan in her disappointment,
    Ford’s chest was pressed against her back, and his mouth was kissing a trail over her shoulder blades.
    The thick length of him pressed against the ridiculously soaked area between her thighs, and she
    spread her legs open wider, hoping he would take the hint and ease this torture. When he curled his
    hips forward his shaft parted her labia. A strangled groan left him, but was muffled against her back.
    He slowly started to thrust his hips forward, and although