As soon as he does, I yank it back to where it was, behind my head, and lace my fingers tightly together. As intriguing as being tied up sounds, I’m desperate for his rewards. To be his good girl. I want to make Xander proud. Which is something I’ll examine later when I’m alone and in my own head, thinking about how fucked up I am.
He lowers his mouth to my pussy again and starts licking and sucking, eating me like I’m going to be his last meal, and the man is starving. Then again, I am, too. For something different.This. The attention he’s giving me. The way he makes me feel like I’m the only woman who exists when he’s around. The way he makes me feel beautiful is like no other emotion I’ve had before, and he does it in the way he stares at me.
My body coils and bucks against him, but his arms are wrapped so tightly around me, holding my thighs wide open. There’s no way for me to get away from him as my clit gets more and more sensitive by the second.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Daddy, ohhhh, fuck!” The screams are torn from my body. I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet as he continues to devour me like he might die if he doesn’t, sucking over and over, harder and harder until I’m rocking against him with another orgasm.
I try kicking him away, but he doesn’t let me go; instead, he grinds his face harder into my clit, his teeth scraping against the sensitive pearl.
Xander finally pulls away and crawls up my body, the head of his cock pressed against my pussy. “When was your last period?”
Squinting, I try to think about what he’s asking. “Um, I think it was two weeks ago? I don’t remember.”
He narrows his gaze, lifting up a condom he must have had in his pocket, and rips the package open with his teeth. “I want to feel you for a minute.”
He says it as a statement, but he’s asking for my permission. I nod, and he slowly pushes his cock inside me, stretching me. Inch by inch, my arousal lets him thrust all the way in. We both groan, and he does it again and then pulls out and quickly rolls on the condom.
“I can’t hold back, baby. I need to fuck you. Hard.” His jaw flexes, and his eyes darken to stone as he slides both hands into my hair and curls them into fists, holding my head in place as he starts fucking me.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, sunshine. I knew you were going to be made for me.” His voice is smooth and deep as he rocks his hips, staring down into my eyes like he’s talking to me with them. He’s rough but gentle, kissing me while pulling my hair at the same time, his balls slapping against my ass.
He releases one of his hands and slides it between our bodies, his rough thumb flicking over my clit.
I arch and cry out, another orgasm threatening to rock me once more. Over and over, he circles the sensitive spot while he tries to get deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“You’re so close, sunshine. So fucking close to coming all over my cock like a good girl.”
He leans down and latches onto one of my nipples, and I scream, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Xander continues to fuck me through my orgasm. When I go quiet, he pulls out of me and flips me over like I weigh nothing, pulling my hips up so he can fuck me from behind.
Instead of pushing into my pussy, he nudges the tip of his dick against my ass. “Are you going to be my good girl and take my cock in your ass? Can I fuck your ass bare, baby?”
Oh my God.
He’s so big. So thick.
I want to be his good girl. I also want to experience this. He won’t hurt me. I know that without a doubt.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out, my eyes fluttering as I try to prepare myself mentally.
“Do you have any lube? Or coconut oil?” he asks.
“There’s lube in the nightstand.” As soon as I say it, my cheeks heat, and he chuckles softly.
“Do you have toys you use on yourself?” he asks, rifling through the drawer and then closing it.
A second later, he pops the cap and drizzles the cool liquid on my ass. When I don’t answer, he spanks me. “I asked you a question, baby. Do you use toys on your tight little pussy?”
Thank goodness I’m face down and the lighting is dim in here because I don’t think I could actually look at Xander right now without combusting into a ball of flames.
“Yes,” I squeak out.
He presses something to my ass, and I tense.
“Breathe, baby girl. I’m going to make it feel so good for you, but I need you to trust me.”
I try to do what he says and relax.
Using his fingers, he spreads the lube around my ass while he uses the other hand to find my clit again, circling it over and over.
