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"I'd prefer you begging, darling. Begging with tears of desperation down your angelic face." He runs his tongue along my cheek, growling.
I should be disgusted by the action, but all he's doing is building the tension, dragging it out slowly. The finale is still a mile away but it feels like I'm right there.
I've been begging for the past five minutes in my subconscious. Instead of adhering to his request, I have something even better in mind.
A flash him a devilish smile, which seems to shock him. "Sunshine, I don't need to beg or ask for anything. You're either going to put your dick in my pussy, or shove it down my throat, in the next two minutes or I'll finish myself off and go to bed. Your choice. I could go either way." I wait patiently for his reaction, but I know no matter what I'm going to like what he does.
His eyes darken and his jaw tenses as he releases my arms and pushes the door open. We step inside and he quickly locks it before turning to me.
"On your fucking knees," he demands as he works on his belt.
I had a feeling he'd go for the nuclear option. So predictable.
"Are you sure you're ready for that?" I ask as I squat down in front of him, slowly dragging down his zipper.
"Meaning?"
I laugh as I drag his jeans over his hips, reaching inside, past his boxers, and my hand connects with…what the hell?
I pull out his massive erection and my eyes nearly pop out of their socket when they connect with his stiff rod.
"What…is…that?" I ask, my breath ragged.
"This?" He fists his cock, his tattooed hand running over all eight metal bars through it. "All for your pleasure." He smirks, knowingly, and my heart quickens.
Eight metal bars. This must be Jacob's Ladder. Is this why sex with him is so incredible? One of the many reasons, I'm sure.
I'm not backing down from this challenge though. I've always thought it was such an accomplishment that I made Dell yell every time I sucked him off, but making Xander scream will be a much bigger one, pun intended. It's the perfect payback. He made me scream when I'm usually a mild moaner and occasional talker when faking an orgasm.
I run my tongue lazily over the tip, teasing the underside like a pro, as I slither my fingers along the seam of his balls, remembering all the lessons my more promiscuous sister gave me.
"Put my cock in your mouth," he demands, his hands latched onto the door for support.
Instead of listening to him, I run my tongue along each of his piercings before lashing his balls with it.
He tries to hide it but I feel the way his knees buckle when my tongue touches his balls and I hear the change in his breathing.
Like with sex, oral is all about the foreplay. It's explosive when you do everything but give them what they want. Xander wants me to put his cock in my mouth, but what he doesn't realize is I'm getting his senses used to this, the teasing. Going from one to a hundred shocks the system in the best way.
Just as he relaxes, I take his full length in my mouth, straight down my throat, and his reaction is way more than I anticipated.
"Holy fuck!" He grips my hair in his fingers and bucks his hips against my mouth, grunting with each thrust.
Well, that was way easier than I anticipated.
I’d never admit it out loud, but this is my favorite part about sex–getting my face fucked. The sensation of him pushing down my throat is so euphoric, it makes me dizzy with bliss.
"Do you have a gag reflex at all?" His question is amusing. I spent years getting rid of it for this exact reason. It's shocking and it messed with how much I enjoy this.
My throat needs to adjust to his girth more than my ex-boyfriend's, but it's still amazing.
Suddenly, Xander removes his cock from my mouth and pulls me to my feet in a hurry. This sex-hungry man devours my lips with an intensity that makes my clit tremble.
Even better than having my face fucked is his kisses. There isn't a sparkle. Our touch crackles leading into an explosion. This chemistry between us is insane to say the least.
He releases the kiss and tosses me over his shoulder, earning a scream from me.
"What are you doing?" I laugh as I grab his ass to keep from falling on my head. Sure, he's holding my legs, but he could lose his grip.
