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“More?” His eyebrows rose in surprise and anticipation. “Tell me what you want, Noelle.”
“Xanther,” I said, my voice trembling with desire, “I want you inside me. Not just any part of me, though... I want you in my ass. That dildo was amazing, but nothing can compare to your cock.”
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, concern etching his features. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Of course I’m sure,” I insisted, determination flaring within me. “I trust you completely, Xanther. Please, give me this.”
“Come here,” Xanther commanded, his voice low and filled with desire. I shivered at the intensity in his gaze as he guided me towards the workbench.
“Lean over,” he instructed, his hands firmly gripping my hips as he positioned me over the cold, metallic surface. The contrast of his warm touch against the chill of the workbench sent goosebumps racing down my spine. I could feel his possessiveness in each movement. He loved knowing he could fuck any part of me, and it drove him wild that I was asking for it.
“God, you’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down my back, making me shiver in response.
As Xanther’s fingers found my clit, I gasped at the expert touch that had become so familiar yet never ceased to amaze me. He skillfully teased and stimulated me, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from my already-sensitized body. My moans mingled with his ragged breaths, creating a symphony of lust that echoed throughout the small room.
“Xan, please,” I begged, desperate for more, straining against the edge of ecstasy.
“Patience, baby,” he whispered, stroking himself as he watched me squirm. His hand moved faster, and his moans grew louder until he came again, his seed falling onto his fingers. He used his sick cum to lubricate me and make me ready.
“Xan, now,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“All right,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire. With one hand firmly on my hip, he carefully guided himself to my ass, giving me a moment to adjust to the sensation.
I gasped as Xanther’s cock slid into me, the feeling both intense and exhilarating. The pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, but I welcomed it. “Oh, god, Xan,” I moaned, gripping the workbench for support.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern laced in his voice as he paused, allowing me time to get used to him.
“Yes,” I breathed out, nodding my head. “Please don’t stop.”
He began moving, slowly at first, his thrusts gentle and measured. As my body adjusted to the intrusion, he gradually increased his pace, each stroke more powerful than the last. I could feel his grip on my hips tightening, and I knew he was holding back, trying not to hurt me. But I wanted more; I needed to be closer to him, to feel him completely.
“Harder, Xan,” I begged, needing him to let go of his restraint.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Absolutely,” I assured him, wanting nothing more than to be consumed by our passion.
With a groan, Xanther obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he unleashed the full force of his desire. One hand gripped my hip while the other reached around to play with my clit, his skilled fingers amplifying my pleasure as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony.
My body trembled violently as I tightened around Xanther’s cock, the pleasure overwhelming and consuming me. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my voice lost in a symphony of moans and gasps.
“Xan...I...” I panted, unable to form coherent thoughts or words. I was coming so hard that I had to fight screaming out his name.
“Wait,” Xanther said, his voice strained but commanding. He pulled out just in time, leaving me feeling empty and craving more.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his eyes locked onto mine with intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I obeyed without hesitation, dropping to my knees before him.
“Look at me, Noelle,” he breathed heavily, stroking his cock as I watched. The sight of him, so powerful and dominant, fueled the fire inside me. “Do you want this?”
“Yes, Xan,” I whispered, my body still quivering from my orgasm. “I want everything.”
“Good girl,” he praised, a hungry look in his eyes. With a final stroke, Xanther released himself, his cum painting my breasts in hot, sticky stripes. The sight of it aroused us both even further, our bodies aching for more.
“Come here,” he said softly, pulling me up into his arms. As we caught our breath, our gazes locked, and I knew we had crossed a threshold – not only in our passion, but in our hearts as well.
Still catching our breath, Xanther and I made our way to the shop sink, the warm water rushing out as we turned the faucet. The heat enveloped our bodies, soothing our skin as we began to wash away the evidence of our passion.
“Here, let me help you,” Xanther said, his voice low and tender. He took the sponge from my hand and gently wiped down my chest, removing the traces of our desire. I closed my eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment.
