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“I’m going to come,” she shouts.
“Whose hard cock are you going to come all over?”
“Yours,” she cries.
“That’s right. Remember that my dick is the one that makes you scream and moan. My thick cock is the one you beg for when we’re not touching.” I slam into her again. “And my fucking cock is the one you dream about when we’re not together.”
She shuts her eyes—her lips parted, her hands hanging onto me for dear life, as if I'd ever let her go, her pussy clenching my cock so good—as her body loses control. I damn near lose mine.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.” I want her to remember who’s bring her this pleasure. Who’s making her come.
The feel of her pussy gets painfully tighter. But, I keep rocking in to her. Harder and faster. Before my cock shoots off deep inside her, I pull her lips with my teeth, and slip my tongue in her mouth. I’m so fucking close.
Her brown eyes lock with mine as I pull away from the kiss, and it slays me. And there’s no turning back. Everything I feel for her pushes up from my chest, like a geyser boiling, trying to escape through my mouth. But I can’t tell her any of that shit. Not today. Not ever.
“Oh god, don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”
“Come for me, Rhi. Show me who makes you feel so good. Show me who owns your pussy.” I pump harder. “Damn, you’re so fucking wet.”
She cries out, and I follow right along to the point where nothing else matters.
“Fuck, you make me come so hard,” I grit out as the first wave of my orgasm hits. And she does. So fucking hard.
Together, we fall. Each minute ticking down to that final second that this will all be over.
Chapter 29
Rhiannon
Oh my God. Let me say it again for emphasis. Oh. My. God. I can’t breathe or think. His tongue, his hands, those fingers...oh those naughty ten digits. But that dick. It’s something out of this world. Like NASA space men brought it back from the planet Well-Endowed and bestowed it unto him. Like the Gods all sat around while creating him and thought, ‘let’s go big on this one.’
Because that’s what it is. But, even more than the length is the way he uses it. And believe me, he knows how to use that massive weapon of destruction. But honestly, the only thing it destroyed is my heart.
Because, if I thought I loved him before, then that was all child’s play. This feeling swarming through my chest, radiating to every limb of my body, and pulsing through every nerve fiber, is so much bigger than love. What’s bigger than love? Xavier’s dick. Ha. I kid, but it is.
But, back to my point in all this. I'm feeling a little panicky, because no one can ever compete with this. And I don’t want them to even try.
I flee to the safety of the bathroom to collect myself. I need to remember why I’m here. I need to remember that this man has a plan, and I am only a pawn in the grand scheme of it.
But he made me feel things. Made the impossible come alive in me. The squashed, repressed hopes I held onto were all there. In color nonetheless.
And that makes me pause. I’ve always dreamed in black and white. Knowing full well I can never have the things I wish so hard for. But when the streaks of cherry-red and sky-blue and every other color of the rainbow burst through my vision like an oil painting he did just for me, well, I nearly cried. It was too much.
I take a deep breath, staring at myself in the mirror. Keep it together, girl. Don’t let amazing sex ruin you.
When I enter back into the bedroom, Xavier is lying on his back, arms stretched behind his head, etched abs I want to lick, and a barely there sheet covering his most prized possession from me.
And it turns me on instantly. Greed tears through me, wanting more of all he has to offer.
“Ready for more?” He laughs, and I bound onto the bed.
“Yes, you promised me many more orgasms,” I say, my pep talk I just had in the bathroom flying completely out of the window. ‘Goodbye,’ I say to it as I wrap my hand around his cock and meet his soul-searing eyes.
“Good, because I’m nowhere near done claiming that pussy yet.”
And his words must be true, because his dick is already coming to life in my hand.
And for the rest of the night he does just that. He claims me in every way imaginable. He doesn’t stop claiming until the soft shine of the morning sun filters in through the blinds. When he finally kisses me goodnight, and snuggles his body in next to mine, right before I fall asleep, I hear him whisper, “I wish this was right,” into my hair.
