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My hands slide around his neck as he explores my mouth with his tongue, and I moan as I feel a rush of desire at the feel of his hard length pressed against me.
He uses his grip on my hair to tilt my head and deepen the kiss as he squeezes my hip and pulls me towards him, causing the most delicious friction against my clit. I moan once more and he groans, doing it again and encouraging me to move against him as another wave of desire has me so wet I’m sure he can feel it through his sweats.
He groans as he starts moving underneath me, adding to the friction and making me pant with need. His hand leaves my hip and travels up until he is cupping my shirt covered breast.
“Fuck, Little One, you’re perfect,” he says as his mouth leaves mine, before he drops his head to suck my shirt covered breast into his mouth, his hands landing back on my hips to grind me against his hard cock.
The movement of the wet fabric on my nipple as he sucks me into his mouth and the friction against my core has more of my wetness soaking into Xave’s sweats, and has me gripping onto him as I moan loudly.
“Oh… Xave… Gods…Please,” I stutter between laboured breaths, and he chuckles against my chest before pulling back and lifting his head until his lips are only a breath away from mine.
“Tell me what you need from me, Little one,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my lips and I whimper against his mouth and move against him, not knowing how to voice exactly what it is I need from him at this moment. His hands squeeze my hips, stopping my movements and making me cry out at the loss of friction.
“No, Poppy, use your words,” he says as he chuckles against my lips. I close my eyes as my face heats, and I drop my head.
“Please, Xave,” I want to cry with how needy I feel. “I-I don’t… I-I’ve never…”
“Shh, shh,” he says as he wraps an arm around my waist to pull me close. He brings his other hand up to lift my face so he can look in my eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll soothe that ache for you, just as soon as you ask me to like a good girl.”
I whimper as I try to move and gain some friction where I need it most. He lets out a low chuckle and holds me still, kissing me softly.
“Would you like my help, Little one?” He asks with a smile, and I nod against his mouth needing to know what to say to get him to make this ache stop. “Say, Daddy, please grind me over your hard cock until I come screaming your name.”
My eyes widen and I whimper, I had never even thought about saying anything like that before. He uses his grip on my hips to bring me forward against him in encouragement.
“It’s okay, say the words and I promise that I’ll make you feel good and make the ache go away,” he says against my lips.
I shiver at the promise in his words and my tongue darts out to wet my suddenly dry lips. Xave’s gaze zones in on the movement and his eyes become dark as he lets out a low groan. I look him in the eyes and my face flames as I start to speak.
“D-daddy, p-please grind me over your hard cock until,” I have to swallow hard before I can continue. “U-until I come screaming your name,” I say quietly, and he groans, his grip tightening on my hips.
“Good girl,” he growls out, and I shiver at his praise as he slams his lips against mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before biting down on it, making me open my mouth on a gasp.
He plunges his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine as he starts to move me against his rock hard cock. His grip against my hips is tight enough to bruise and I moan into his mouth at the thought of his marks on my skin. He lifts a hand from my hip and brings it up to squeeze my breast through my shirt and I feel another rush of desire coat my already soaked pussy and Xave’s sweats, making me moan louder as I start to feel the coiling of my impending orgasm.
“Oh gods, Daddy,please,” I beg against his mouth. “I’m so close.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s flipped us over and I’m laid on the bed underneath him, my legs dropping wide as he leans over me and I cry out at the loss of contact between us.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he says as he brings a hand to my soaked pussy and growls. “No underwear, Little One? Were you sitting there hoping I would come up here?” He asks as he starts to drag his fingers through my pussy. “So fucking wet for me,” he growls out as he drags two fingers down and slips them inside me. “So fucking tight.”
“Gods,yes,” I moan as he stretches me with his fingers, pulling them out and then curling them when he pushes them back in, stroking that spot inside me that has me moaning and writhing in pleasure.
He slams his lips to mine as he starts to fuck me with his fingers and I lift my hips to meet the thrust of his hand. He pulls back to look at me as he presses his hand to my clit and I grind against his palm. He drops his head to my neck and starts to kiss and suck on the skin there, making me moan and whimper, and then he sinks his teeth into me, the bite of pain sending me over the edge and making me cry out as my orgasm overtakes me and I scream Xave’s name.
He licks and sucks on my neck, soothing the pain of his bite as his fingers slow inside me before he pulls them out completely, bringing his hand to his mouth and moaning as he sucks my release off his fingers.
“You were such a good girl for daddy, Little one,” he says next to my ear and I shiver at his praise as he brings his lips across my cheek until he is kissing me softly. “My perfect girl,” he says against my lips. “Wait right there, I’ll be right back,” he tells me as he lifts himself off me and makes his way to the bathroom.
I lay on the bed completely relaxed and thoroughly exhausted, the strength of the orgasm he has just pulled from me stronger than anything I’ve managed on my own. I couldn’t move even if I had wanted to.
My eyes are closed when he comes back in but I can hear his footsteps coming closer to the bed. I can feel his eyes on me, so I open mine to watch what he’s doing and smile. He leans over me to give me a quick kiss before leaning back.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Little One. Kenzi should be home any minute.” He moves down in between my legs and before I can stop him, my brain still too slow to comprehend exactly what he’s doing, he’s lifting my shirt to my waist and letting out a sharp hiss of breath.
“What the fuck is this, Poppy?” He asks looking back up at me, an unreadable expression on his face.
“U-uh,” I say, my face heating with embarrassment and horror as I jump up and go to pull the shirt back over my legs, dropping my gaze to my lap.
