“Oh God, Xavier, I’m coming already. Ohhhh!” The cry that comes out of me could rival the most seasoned porn star as an orgasm rips through me.
He’s never made me come that fast before. Usually, he takes his time with me, but tonight, he’s doing what he said he was going to do—ravage me.
He slows his assault down and licks me one final time before he turns me back over.
He crawls on top of me and kisses my lips, allowing me to taste myself on him. “See how good you are? So sweet. I’ll never have my fill of you.”
I cradle his cheek in my hand. “And I’ll never want you to. I want you—always.”
“Don’t worry. There’s no way you’re getting rid of me now. Like I told you before, this shit is fucking permanent.”
“Good,” I whisper against his lips as he circles his hips to coat his cock in my wetness.
He finds my entrance with the tip of his stiff shaft and then thrusts his hips, slamming into me hard, balls deep. Another moan spills out of me as I call out his name and dig my nails into the flesh of his back. He pumps into me a few more times before he slips out of me and stands by the bed. His hands settle on my hips, and he yanks me to the edge before grabbing the base of his cock and ramming it back into me.
“Mmm . . . so fucking tight. This * was made for me, and it’s all fucking mine.” The way the words come out of his mouth with a slight growl in his voice causes my toes to curl.
It’s total caveman talk, but his possessiveness is such a turn-on. I love that he takes ownership of me.
A shiver of intense pleasure ripples down my spine as he continues to seek out his own release. This beast of a man before me is sexy as sin as his mouth drifts open while he uses my body to pleasure himself. My eyes roam down his chiseled chest before pausing on his abs, which are contoured to perfection, and then they move even further down to watch his cock work in and out of me.
He grunts as his tattoo-covered arms flex as he holds on to me. His penis slips out of me. Immediately, I miss his warmth, but it’s quickly replaced when he flips me over yet again and shoves my right leg up further on the bed, spreading me open further while I’m on all fours on the bed. He rubs his cock against my folds, and a long moan escapes from my mouth. I’m so ready for him.
Xavier shoves my hair to one side of my neck, exposing the skin, before he kisses it. “You want me back inside you?”
“Yesssss . . .” I hiss because his touch feels so damn good. “Xavier . . .”
“You know I like to hear you say it. Tell me you want it, and I’ll give it to you,” he whispers in my ear.
“Oh God.” My eyes roll back when he pushes the very tip inside me, but he holds back, so it’s only a tease. “I want you, Xavier. Please, I need you inside me.”
“That’s my good girl,” he encourages before he thrusts his hips, slipping the head of his cock inside me from behind.
This sensation is completely different from every other time we’ve done it. It’s primal and raw and completely about seeking a release.
He pumps in and out of me. “So fucking amazing.” He grips one of my hips with one hand and then twists the other into my hair. “Fuck, Anna,” he growls like it’s difficult for him to speak. “I’m not ready for this to end, but I can’t seem to hold back when I’m inside you.”
A familiar tingle starts to roll through me, and I know I’m only moments away from peaking again. “Don’t stop.”
He digs his fingers into my skin and slams into me so hard that the distinct sound of his skin slapping against mine echoes around the room.
It doesn’t take long before my entire body is shaking. “I’m coming.”
A string of curses pour from his mouth as he comes hard, and we get lost in ecstasy together.
He collapses onto my back and then quickly rolls off of me. He pulls me tight against his chest and kisses my forehead. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
I lift my chin, so I can gaze into his eyes. “I feel the same way about you.”
He reaches up and traces my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I don’t want you to worry about our future together, Anna. I’m going to figure out a way to take care of you.”
I furrow my brow, completely thrown off by this change of topic. “I’m not worried. I know that we have each other, and everything will work out for the best.”
“I don’t know how you always manage to be so damn optimistic about everything.”
“It’s because I believe in you. You’ve already proven that you have a way of making things better for yourself,” I honestly tell him. “Besides, I still have my job with Tension. I won’t make as much money as you, but every little bit will help, right?”
He sighs heavily. “I hate the idea of you going on the road without me. You shouldn’t go.”
“You heard what Mr. Silverman said. I have to go. If I don’t—”
“I could quit.”
The ease in the way he says it, like it’s no big deal, shocks me, and I don’t believe he really means it.