The Clever Fox: Part Two (The Pleasure Hound Series) by Ines Johnson Page B

pleasure drunk. She didn’t realize this was just the beginning of their journey.  
    His head disappeared between her thighs. She could hold still no longer. She trembled, trying to back away from him. Adom ignored her. She’d soon learn that after the first orgasm they got easier.  
    Her next orgasm was deeper. Adom could tell because instead of rising off the bed, her hips ground into the mattress. Her moans were guttural. She tried to close her legs to ease the sensations, but the ropes prevented it.
    Adom placed two fingers inside of her. He searched until he found the soft patch of nerves at the front of her core. Her eyes went wide, her breathing shallow and loud. Adom stroked, first in a soft circular pattern. And then his fingers stroked upward and hard. Alyss screamed. Adom’s palm filled with her juices as she leaked her sweet essence.
    He waited the briefest moment for her to catch her breath before doing it again.  
    And then again.
    By now his cock was throbbing. Alyss’s eyes were dazed. Her body was completely pliable.
    Adom undid the drawstring of his pants. It had been years since he’d been inside of a woman. Alyss, though dazed, still looked at him with complete trust and desire in her hazy eyes. Adom leaned in and kissed her lips lightly. She sighed against his mouth. Her arms and legs slack with a ton of give in the rope. She lay open for him, welcoming him into her world.
    Adom stood and went to his chest of toys. He dug around in vain.  
    On the bed, Alyss became agitated. “What are you looking for,” she demanded. Her voice was huskier than he’d ever heard it.
    “A contraceptive ring.”
    “You don’t need it,” she said.
    Now Adom worried she was in delirium.
    “I’m not fertile today. I’m not ovulating.”
    Adom looked at her with doubt, hesitancy.
    “Growing up in my family, I would know. Trust me.” She threw his words back at him.
    Adom returned to the bed. Still looking into her eyes, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance. “Say ‘please.’”
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Adom went in a little further. Then he waited.
    Alyss’ eyes were closed. Her hands gripped the rope. After a moment of bliss, she opened her eyes to see what the hold up was. Adom quirked one eyebrow.
    “Please,” she said again.
    He went in a little further. This time, she winced. He’d reached the barrier of her maiden hood. They both waited for the discomfort to subside.
    “Please,” she begged. And then, “please” again, and again until he was buried inside her to the hilt.
    Adom stroked her into bliss. She came twice more before he allowed himself to explode into her. He poured himself into her sweet heat and knew heaven on earth. Her orgasm gripped him so hard he saw stars. This was the way it should be, the way it should always be.
    Adom pulled the bindings on her ankles and flipped her over. The single rope allowed her wrists and upper body to rotate 180 degrees.
    “Adom,” she panted. “I can’t.”
    Adom peered down into her upturned face. He stared into the single glazed eye of her profile. The gold churned liquid fire.
    “I want to please you Alyss. Let me take you higher.”
    “But I can’t.”
    “You can. Trust me. I want to make you soar, just like in the painting. You are so beautiful when you sail into orgasm.”
    She closed her eyes and buried her head in the mattress. Adom grabbed her plump ass and brought it to his hips. He aimed his cock and entered her in one stroke. He reached around and grabbed the swollen lips of her core. Her body jerked. The muscles in her back pulled taut. Adom traced them with his fingertips itching for his brush.
    He pumped into her, deep and slow, swiveling his hips in an effort to touch every part of her. He felt her walls caving around him. She panted a chorus of high pitched pleasure, one melody ending and another immediately taking its place. Her head arched back exposing the column of her neck. Her upper torso stayed