A Fox Between the Bear's Sheets (9 page)

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 there was no penetration the motion of his

cock rocking against her pussy had her clit swelling and the promise of orgasm swiftly approaching.

Everything was done so precisely, so masterfully, that it was a fluid movement of his hips moving

against hers. Slow, steady thrusting had her gushing in need for him, wanting him inside of her body

already. The tip of his dick bumped her clit, over and over again until the promise of climax was right

there. He didn’t stop, though, and instead moved harder, quicker, and then she was exploding so

powerfully her vision clouded with pleasure. The gasping, strangled noises that filled the room were

coming from her, but she couldn’t find humiliation in them. Ford grunted, cursed something foul, and

then right before her pleasure diminished he was flipping her on her back, gripping her wrists in one

of his hands, and thrusting them above her head. The muscles of his biceps bulged and stood in stark

contrast. At that moment, as he stared down at her with an intense and wicked look on his face, she

felt totally bared and vulnerable under him. Spreading his knees wider apart caused her thighs to open

even further. With his free hand he took hold of the root of his dick, aligned it at the opening of her

pussy, and, never breaking eye contact, shoved his dick hard and deep into her in one thrust. Mouth

parting, eyes widening, and the sense of being completely filled had euphoria washing through her.

She wasn’t a virgin, but she sure as hell felt like one. The pleasure/pain of having Ford buried inside

of her was the most overpowering sensation Talia had ever felt.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned and closed his eyes. Hips jerking and pushing him impossibly

further in her pussy, a cry of ecstasy left her. She felt another massive orgasm building inside of her

despite the one she had just seconds before. She curled her fingers into the palm of her hands, wishing

she could hold onto him, and dig her nails into his flesh. “I’ve never felt anything so tight, or hot, or

so damn good.” Sweat started to bead along his brow, and he grunted when she clenched her inner

muscles around him. He started to slowly pull out of her pussy. Right before he slipped completely out

Ford shoved back in, hard. Crying out from the agony and ecstasy the act caused, she knew that he had

ruined her. In just two short strokes she would never be the same, and would always compare every

other sexual experience with this one moment. She realized the fucked up nature of that, but when a

male like Ford took control, and, lord was he taking control of her, nothing was ever the same.

He started to thrust inside of her, filling her up and leaving her empty. Over and over he did

this, bringing her to the edge of climax then denying her the end result. Talia wasn’t below begging

for him to give it to her, to ease her suffering, but he was a sadist intent on torturing her with pleasure,

and she was happy to claim the title of masochist.

“God, I’m going to fuck you so good, Talia.” Shit, wasn’t he doing that already? He started

slamming into her and retreating. In and out. In and out. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips

to keep her stationary, and then Ford delivered on his promise to fuck her good. The root of his shaft

rubbed along her clit every time he slammed back into her, sending her closer and closer to coming,

but as if he knew what was about to happen and just when she would break over the edge he slowed,

and the pleasure waned. It was a never-ending crescendo of torture, and she wanted it to end in the

worst kind of way. Talia wanted to feel his dick swell even further inside of her, filling every available

inch of her pussy until there was no part of her he wasn’t touching.

She thrashed her head back and forth, braced her feet on the mattress, and lifted up to drive

him deeper in her pussy. He growled deep in his throat, and pushed back until he was sitting on his

haunches. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, and curled his fingers into her flesh until she felt

the pain that would no doubt leave bruises. She wanted it, though, wanted his mark of ownership on

her. That realization was shocking and intense.

“Harder, Ford.
God
, fuck me harder.” The words spilled from her, and she was surprised by her

own wantonness. The low rumble that came from his chest was so powerful it seemed, so loud, that

the vibrations slammed into her core and had her clenching around him. He started slamming into her

with so much force she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t grasp the severity of his ministrations, and couldn’t

handle the thought of only doing this once. She forced her eyes to stay open and watch in rapt awe as

Ford stared at where his cock was sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Your cunt is so pink, wet, and stretched so tightly around my dick.” Sweat glistened off his

body, and slid down the hard planes of his muscular abdomen. She wanted to sit up, run her tongue

along each individual droplet until the flavor of him was embedded inside of her. He pressed his

thumb against her clit, and she exploded instantly. Biting her lip and tasting blood when her teeth

sliced into the tender flesh, she relished the flash of pain. He continued to rub the nub back and forth

until she pleaded with him to stop, told him it was too much, too sensitive.

In a move quicker than she could have ever anticipated Ford had her flipped over on her belly

again, a pillow shoved under her hips, and had her ass popped out in the air. He palmed her ass,

murmured how good she had tasted, and that he would never have enough. But his touch was gone, and

before she could miss the feel of him he had his cock shoved back inside of her pussy. His hands on

her hips were painful as he pulled out and pushed back in, but she met him thrust for thrust. Her inner

fox bristled in excitement, and her claws unsheathed and tore into the mattress, shredding the sheets

and having stuffing puffing out around her in a frenzied rush. The noises both of them made were

guttural, animalistic, and raw. They were honest and true and full of so much wild emotion that she

could see her fox emerging and letting this bear claim her. As strange as a coupling like that sounded,

it also seemed so perfect and right.

“
Christ
, Red.” The fact he called her the nickname she had heard only her closest loved ones

say to her spread warmth in her chest. “I’m going to come, baby.
Fuck
, I’m to come so fucking hard.”

It was just those erotic words that set off yet another orgasm inside of her, the third one in such a short

time that it seemed unreal. Her inner muscles tightened involuntary and caused a loud, glass-breaking

roar to leave him. He slammed into her three times, and when he bottomed out in her and came long

and hard, she felt the world tilt. Talia actually felt him swell further inside of her, felt the pulsing of

him emptying his balls into her body, and buried her face in the sheets as she cried out in ecstasy. It

was an experience she had never felt before, one she would never forget. The sheets smelled like him,

and she involuntarily clenched around him again, her body heating all over even though she had

climaxed so hard. What was it about him that made her feel so off-balance? The heavy weight of his

chest pressing against her back had the air leaving her. He got up from the bed and was gone for a few

minutes, but she was too lethargic to move. When he returned he wrapped his thick arm around her

waist and hauled her against his sweaty chest.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby.” He kissed the top of her head, and the act seemed far more

intimate than what they had just done. “That was ... holy fuck, I don’t even know how to explain it. I

have never felt anything like that in my life.” The way he said the words seemed to mean something

much deeper, but she didn’t question him or contemplate it. She would enjoy what time she had with

him, because she, too, had never felt anything like what they had just shared.

It wasn’t just about two people having sex. Her animal had risen to the surface, for the first

time since she started having sex, and she had felt his bear right there as well. The touch of his claws

on her skin, so close to breaking the surface of her flesh, had felt like a cataclysm of sensations. The

scent of the predator that Ford was had been primal and carnal, feral and savage. He tightened his hold

on her, and even though they had just got done having mind-blowing sex, he was still semi-hard.

Being embraced by him had Talia feeling safe, protected, and had her drifting off in the warm,

powerful embrace of this bear.

Ford lifted a piece of lumber over his shoulder and carried it over to the two story home Wylde

construction was currently building. The development consisted of twenty-four houses in a three block

radius, and they had three homes left to finish. It was hot, nearing ninety degrees, and all he could

think about was Talia. It had been three days since he’d dropped her off at some boutique in town, per

her request, and he couldn’t get the little red fox out of his head. The night he had spent with her had

been raw and like nothing he had ever felt, not even with Mina. The darkness that had been so much a

part of him for the last ten years had vanished the moment he touched her, kissed her, and buried

himself deep inside of her. He couldn’t just have one night with her, not when she made him feel

alive, and wanting more out of life than getting drunk and fucking nameless females. He wanted
her

and only her, and that revelation was a blow to the carefully erected wall he had built around himself.

How had he fallen so hard for someone in just a short amount of time?

His reaction to what was only supposed to be a one-night stand was not like him at all.