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“Now, you’re going to come around my cock so I can feel it,” he orders, as though he has absolute control over my orgasm. Wrapping his arms around my back, gripping me hard, he crushes our bodies together in slick perspiration.
Does he think he can just switch my orgasms on— Oh my.God.He starts to angle, tilt, and fuck me in a succession that feels utterly illegal. I spasm around him.
His pants become strained, the smacking sounds of his balls hitting my arse, of his cock slapping through my pussy lips, the moans falling helplessly from me—obscene sex noises only slightly drowned out by the fierce motor in the washing machine as it spins and thumps.
My stomach convulses. I throb. Too taken. Too overwelled. I clutch at him as the brewing of my orgasm approaches fast, collecting in my core. Firing from the muscles enveloping his cock, my climax bursts, sending dark pleasure to blur my vision. I come hard around him, my internal walls bearing down under pleasure’s intensity, massaging his cock on his inward and outward thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, Kaya!” Suddenly, he tenses to ungodly proportions beneath my fingers, and virile growls fall through his lips in time with his thrusts. And I’m still shuddering hard, the machine and his pace, the piercings cool and hard on my sensitive nerves, when he spills inside me. His cock beats, punching out his cum in powerful bursts.
After a few moments, wrapped together, quaking masses, he leans his weight on me, gasping. Still rocking his hips slowly, he wrings every drop of his orgasm out. The internal pumping is still strong. A part of him he can’t restrain.
I cup his cheeks, direct his face to mine, and kiss his jaw, his lips, every inch as he whirls on a comedown. “Are you okay?” I ask him, feeling so much in my chest, like it could pop, spray blood everywhere. It aches from this.
“I know it’s soon,” he says, lips wet on mine. “But I can’t deny it. And I don’t want to. My entire life, I’ve been taught to be neutral. To be the controlled man. But I’m not good at it. And now, I don’t want to pretend. It’s not how I want to live my life, and it’s not how I want to love you. And Iamfucking in love with you, Woman.” He leans back to look at my response to his words, sweat sliding between his brows, pure satiated lust hooding his gaze. “I’m in love with you. I’mdangerouslyin love with you, Kaya Alana Lovit.”
My throat tightens. I feel the same, but my mouth won’t say it aloud. Hesitation seizing it. I try to, try to force it out, then I envision GirlX’s avatar, and I stop myself. I don’t want to say those words out loud until she’s gone, until she’s deleted and forgotten. “I feel the same.”
“It’s okay.” He kisses me hard. “I didn’t expect you to say it, Baby. I just feel it. Like your fist made a hole in my chest, and you’re squeezing. Just, ah…” He laughs. “Let me breathe every now and then, yeah?”
I smile at him. “I feel a lot,” I admit.
“See, I wouldn’t believe you even if you did actually say the words.” He grins, that lazy, boyish curve that I adore. He flexes his semi-engorged erection inside me. “Not after that absolute work of art. You’re just in love with my cock and all his bling.” He lifts his hand to my throat, holding his palm where he’s most comfortable. “Are you okay, Baby? Are you sore?” He trails a hand down between my breasts, holding my pussy as he withdraws from me. I inhale to the feel of his wet cock sliding out. “I’ve never been with a virgin before.”
He ducks down, so I try to close my legs on his face. “Don’t. You’ve just come inside me.”
“I know,” he says, raspy lust rides his tone as he spreads my legs wide for his eager perusal. “And I want to see what you look like here after your first time. So, spread your legs, Woman, and let me watch my cum leak from between your sexy lips.”
“Fuck.” I cover my face as air cools the perspiration beading along my skin. “You’re a pervert.” I groan but don’t stop him even as I feel his eyes caress every swollen inch between my thighs.
“You’re bleeding, Baby,” he says with such genuine displeasure, but I can’t feel any pain, just heat.
His fingers touch the tight, scorching outer lips, and I open my eyes to the sight of him worshipping me again with his fingertips. Both digits move in his mess as it slips from inside and drops down my thigh, marring a pink trail along my skin. “Stunning,” he gushes. “Have you ever looked inside your pussy before? Your skin is pink. So plump. I fucking love it. And it’s mine.”
“It? You know.” I lift my chin in mock disgust. “I told myself I’d slap the man who dared to treat me like property.”
“Fine.” He grins. “I’myourproperty. You wanna own me? Treat me right? Buy me flowers?”
I arch a brow at him. “Just watch me.”
Menacingly, he straightens to his full six-foot-four height, his large body sliding upward, forcing me to arch my neck, my pulse to race, and my gaze to lift.
I swallow thickly, liking that he’s a packed house of muscles and man, with a sugary and passionate interior.
Smirking, he collects my bra and shirt.
I slide the strap on and reach back to fasten it, but he leans around and clips it for me, his head moving inches from my mouth, his lips pepper mine as he does. “I want to doeverythingfor you, and I’ll fight for you, for the privilege, because it is a damn privilege,” he says, pulling my shirt on.
“You got the wrong girl,” I tease, even though I let him smooth my shirt down my stomach.
He puts his hands below my arms, effortlessly lifting me from the machine. “I don’t.” He ducks and takes me into his arms, cradling me like a bride in my underwear and tank top. I flick my hair over his arm and cuddle his neck as he carries me through the house.
I roll my eyes at the caveman carrying his woman, but he’s so fucking cute, I let him have it. Between my thighs, I’m throbbing. In my muscles, my orgasm is humming. And my head is light, floating under the girlie high my orgasm has gifted me—I’m happily accepting of it.
Xander props himself up on one hand, using it to crawl up his mattress with me. Laying my head gently on the pillow, he watches me shuffle until I’m comfortable before dropping down to rest his head on my chest.
He tangles our legs.
Lets half of his weight hold me.
