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"Fuck, yes!" He growls as he presses completely into me and I'm bucking against him instantly.
Maybe the words of Golden Angel did affect my libido, but only Xander’s massive, pierced dick can quell this need pulsing through my core.
"Yes. Oh, my god. Xander!" I cry out as he slams his cock harder and deeper into me, taking more and more with each thrust until I see stars, my pussy suffocating his pulsating erection.
"Come for me. You'll only come for me–on my cock, my tongue, or my fingers. Nothing else and for no one else. Not even yourself, got it?"
"Yes, yes, yes," I moan as my nails dig into his shoulders, my marks matching the rhythm of his unforgiving thrusts.
He reaches between my thighs and strums my clit like a guitar until I'm squeezing him again.
"Mine. All fuckingmine." Then, I feel it as he comes inside me, deep, hard, unyielding, gripping my hips so hard I'm sure I'll have vivid bruises.
Even after the lustful haze lifts, I'm not put off by the grease smears on my dress, or my skin, which transferred from his hands. I like that he wasted no time in fucking me as soon as he walked in the door, not even bothering to take me to the couch.
Xander is a man who knows what he wants, when he wants it, and where he wants it to happen.
There is just one question that continues to plague my thoughts. "How old are you?" I ask and he stiffens, but doesn't hold back his words.
"Twenty-eight."
I'm floored by his answer. He can't be that young. His hair has streaks of gray, his face a few wrinkles as well.
"What? I thought you were older."
"Everyone does. Stress ages and I have bad genes." He slowly pulls out of me, and I struggle to stand on my legs as he sets me down.
"I've heard of good genes. Never bad ones," I tease, but there's no amusement on his face. "What?"
"Everyone in Browning's side of my family ages fast, appearance wise at least. What other reason would there be for a fifty-year-old man to look like he's getting close to eighty? I think my mom says it's a hormone deficiency or something like that. I've had quite a few people tell me I look forty or even older than that." He's bothered by this, like it's the one thing about himself that he doesn't like.
He wants to be like other men his age. He doesn't want to be Browning's son for all the horrible things that brings down on him.
"You're seven years older than me," I mutter as I touch his cheek. "That's still quite the age gap."
He smirks. "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Maybe in twenty years it wouldn't be such a big deal, but at this point, we're in different stages. I'm in the college stage because I'm twenty one. You're in the young adult stage."
"I don't mind if you don't," he teases as he grips my bare ass in his hands.
"Not in the slightest. I was just curious." I pull him down for a kiss and he tugs me tighter to him.
Next thing I know, there's a knock at the door and we're rushing to fix our clothes.
* * *
The apartment isfull of life with the few bikers, Pipe, Chucky, and Crack, and the girls, Denise, Nala, and Helen, their Untouchables. This is an unofficial meeting, but Davina and Lucy aren't here yet.
Denise is mute and smiles a lot, which brightens the mood even more. Nala and Helen are sweet, but just as loud as their men.
I crack open a beer and hand it to Denise. She takes it and places the tip of her fingers to her chin before motioning to me.
It's one of the few signs I know from ASL.
Thank you.
"You're welcome," I say with a smile as Xander walks into the kitchen where we stand and kisses the side of my neck.
