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“Or a pill maybe,” he continues and now I get it and I squirm, shaking my head.
“Is that what you would’ve preferred?” I ask and I feel something within me sink. Why does it hurt to think that Xerxes is wary of knocking me up? It’s not that I want him to...it’s just that I don’t want him not to want it. Ugh...is infatuation always this complicated?
“No. It’s not what I would have preferred,” he purrs. “I prefer you raw and natural. Fruitful and bountiful.” His eyes flash. “Remove your robes.”
Bossy...and I twitch at the command but begin peeling off the layers and suddenly I’m deeply aware that I’m wearing no underwear. This whole time I’ve felt the fabric chafing on me, rubbing and teasing as if warming me up to Xerxes’s touch. Did Xerxes know it would feel like this? It wouldn’t surprise me if he did because he seems intent on seducing me.
And it’s working.
I remove my robes like they’re curtains until my breasts peep out and Xerxes groans, greedily grasping them in his big palms, rolling them around and pressing and making me pulsate with need.
“Are they tender?” Xerxes asks and I lower my head, nodding and I gasp when he moves up to put a tip between his lips. I cry out when he vacuums it into his hot mouth. The suction makes me roll my head around with desire and I rock my hips, trying to put out those flames between my legs. I move instinctually, craving the contact of our bodies and he’s so big that I don’t even know how to hold onto him.
If he keeps this up, I’m gonna splinter and I already know I’ll never be able to live a life where Xerxes and I no longer are entwined. To be ripped from him would be so cruel and I hold on tighter.
“You’ve never been entered before,” he purrs and it’s not a question but a statement. He can probably tell by the way my body’s responding to him but I’m so turned on I can’t bother getting embarrassed. Besides I have this need for Xerxes to know that he’s my first man, that he’s the first one who will claim my body and I’m not even sure why I feel this way. Maybe because he adores it so much and his eyes shine with ferocious approval of my innocence.
“It’s your finest jewel,” Xerxes groans against my cleavage. “Your virginity is what enhances you to great heights, woman. What drives me wild.” Xerxes pops his mouth over mine and I squeeze my eyes when I feel him finding an entrance through the robe and then he’s touching the soft swirls between my legs. He moans at my immediate response, his pride so potent it prickles the air and my whole body opens up for him, wanting and needing his intrusion.
“So fragile,” he whispers, “so silky and fragile it feels like I’m crushing you.”
“You’re not,” I pant. “Keep going. Please...”
He rubs me like I’m a genie in a lamp and he’s trying to get me to come out. He makes sounds of satisfaction when I move around, causing him to hit spots that nearly make me come undone. Its maddening to be grinding on him like this and he’s had enough of me being covered up to my hips and removes the last of the fabric, dragging such a hard breath he nearly chokes at the sight of me.
His eyes flare to mine in shock as I whimper. He still works me with his expert touch, rasping, “Bare? No embellishment, no fuzz anywhere...?”
I shake my head, flushing and because I’m so exposed, his strokes becomes so intimate that my pulse goes haywire. My hands go to Xerxes, removing his robes and I bend forward taking the piercing he has on one of his nipples in between my lips and he lets out a cry.
“Fuck,” he moans, holding my head closer to him while I play around with it, tugging and teasing until his breaths turn ragged and sweat slides between his pecs and down to his abs. I squeal when he flips me on my back and lifts my hips to angle me to his mouth. I scream, fisting the sheets when his tongue lashes at me with the kind of ferocity that twists my insides.
“You’re very, very good here,” he rasps, his mouth pouring into my softness and my pulse thrums with excitement. “Clean and blushing...,” he lets out a hiss, “warm enough to scorch my cock with heat when you receive it.”
Flushing, I nod with lowered lids, clenching and throbbing between my legs like I’ve drunk some concoction that’s skyrocketed my need for making a replica of Xerxes. His whole mouth is cupped over me, like he’s trying to swallow me and I’ve never felt so small, so feverish and my sight shimmers. Xerxes takes my hand, using it to press down on my lower belly and heat accumulates, rushing to my valley and I thrash.
“You’ll be the end of me,” I cry out, feeling like I’m levitating and the whole bed’s spinning.
“I better be,” he growls against my flesh, masking his face with me and he’s merciless. “I better be.”
“Xerxes, I’m gonna blow up for you,” I moan and I clasp his shoulders, wriggling and squealing in wonder when I feel the pressure increasing. My eyes round, my body arching into a bridge and then I collapse when a wave of heat, crashes into me. I sway to the ceiling, slowly swaying down and Xerxes is still lapping at me with a grin on his face.
“Mmm, taste yourself,” he rasps before fisting my hair and he pulls me up for a wet kiss. I throw my arms around him, knowing that this man is a keeper and I want to be his kept woman.
7.
Xerxes
Removing my robes, I’m struck by surprise when I realize this is the first time I’ve taken any pride in my body. To me it’s just a tool, what I use to get ahead in the world but Kenna’s watching it like it’s a toy being unwrapped and inwardly I grin. My body will assist hers in creating an heir and I shudder, clasping my shaft and it pulsates in my palm.
“Flick your tongue out,” I tell her and she doesn’t even hesitate, her pink tongue kissing the tip and she lets out moans as if she enjoys the taste. My thighs clench with need, my body brimming with intention and I squeeze my eyes when she clutches the base, letting out a sound of surprise.
“You feel so hot...so hard and soft at the same time,” she breathes and with fluttering lids she takes my hand and puts it on the back of her neck. Fuck, she want me to steer her and groaning with satisfaction, I pump in and out of her mouth, making sure her head goes with the movements until her tits softly jiggle. They’re bouncy and springy, made to be nurtured and showered with love. I want to drink her soft, sunshine juice. Catch every last drop on my tongue until I quench the thirst she makes me feel.
Growling, I lean back, falling flat on the bed while Kenna moves down by my crotch, her fair hair spreading over us, her slim fingers cupping me, her red mouth working me with a mixture of precision and cluelessness. She’s so into it, sticking her ass out and the position causes her mouth to take more of my length until she’s halfway down the base and I purr,
“Keep those eyes on me.”
Gasping, her eyes flare to mine, right before she gags and I slide out of her, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. I pull her closer, giving her more of my attention to make sure she’s slick enough, and when she starts arching and coating my fingers with her smoothness, I grit,
