Chapter 13
Xavier
Sunny Reed is kissing me.
She’s actually fucking kissing me, and I am on the highest cloud I’ve ever been, wishing I could touch her.
Fuck.
My hands strain against the ropes she tied around my wrists as my mouth desperately clings onto hers. I don’t need to breathe. Fuck air. Fuck being alive if I can’t have her lips on mine.
My tongue darts out to pry open her mouth, frantic for more, but she leans back and watches me struggle.
“So eager already?” She smirks as she pulls away the button of my pants.
“What are you going to do?” I mutter.
She tugs down my zipper and plays with my shaft through the fabric of my underwear, making me viscerally aware of just how sensitive it still is after I just came.
“Whatever I want to, remember?” she murmurs. “You gave yourself to me now. And I want to use this cock to please myself.”
“Fuck,” I groan, blinking a couple of times.
This can’t be reality.
Her gorgeous hands can’t be playing with me right now.
I nearly choke on my breath when she pulls down my boxers, my seven-and-a-half-incher popping out like it’s ready to go again despite the cum still clinging to my skin.
She giggles and rubs the cum all over my shaft, intensifying the need coursing through my veins.
“You’re already so goddamn hard, even after you just came in your fucking pants.” She laughs. “Filthy boy.”
She circles the tip, and my toes scrunch up in my shoes from the sheer delight.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur.
“This close already?” she hums. “Are you really that pathetic, Xavier?”
It’s degrading and humiliating, yet all my senses are on fire when she plays with me.
She laughs again. “So weak, it’s almost too easy.”
There’s just something about her debasement that’s wildly erotic to me.
She jerks me off, and I moan as my balls tighten while approaching new heights, but then she releases me from her grasp. My dick bounces back and forth in the air, desperate for her touch.
“Are you going to come for me?” she asks.
“Please …” I beg.
“Please what, hmm?”
She’s enjoying this a little too much, like I’m the perfect dessert after a meal.
But I still want her, more than anything, even if it’s wrong, even if it turns me into a beggar. “Please touch me.”
She trails her nails along my shaft and flicks the tip harshly. “Do it then. Show me how badly you want me.”
I’m close, so fucking close.
“You already came in your pants just from a single touch,” she whispers into my ear. “But can you come without me even touching you?”
Her tongue darts out to lick at my neck, and my eyes roll into the back of my head while the loudest moan escapes my lungs. Cum spurts out everywhere, coating my belly and pants, while I struggle to breathe through the intense, wasted orgasm.
Fuck, I can’t even finish properly because nothing is touching me except air.
“Please …” I beg again.
But all she does is laugh. “Good boy. Let’s do that again.”
My abs strain as I nearly sit up. “What?”
She shoves me back down onto the ground. “I told you to stay, now stay like a good goddamn puppy.”
I whimper as she gets up and rubs my package with her goddamn heel, flicking the tip up and down with her gorgeous feet.
“Whimpering little thing,” she muses. “You want this?”
“Yes,” I moan. Denying her would be crazy. “Please …”
“Keep begging.”
“Please, please, please!”
But all she does is smile and play with me like it’s funny that I’m so into her. But I can’t help what I like, what I crave. I’ve always known nothing could satisfy my thirst quite like she could, but I never once thought I’d actually be subjected to her every whim.
She removes her heel, and I nearly wish she didn’t, because my cock is still half hard and wishing for more despite the fact that I already came twice.
“You’re sensitive, aren’t you?”
I nod, hoping she won’t notice just how much and why, but I struggle to control my emotions when it comes to her.
She’s literally the only one I’ve ever wanted, and it terrifies me.
It terrifies me that this one person can have such a visceral hold over me.
And now she’s here, hovering over me with that bright smile and those killer eyes, subjecting me to her filth, while my body is already in nirvana.
She sits back down on top of my chest and hooks her fingers underneath her own top, and I swallow from the sight. “What are you doing?”
“I think you need a little … encouragement.”
She tugs at the top, revealing all the tattoos riddling her skin underneath.
But the second her tits spill out, my jaw is literally on the floor.
They are massive.
And pierced, too.
So fucking hot and so fucking perfect.
I raise my hands, desperate to feel them in my palms, but she grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. “No touching, Xavier. You haven’t earned the fucking right.” She smiles. “Use your tongue instead.”
Her tits are nearly in reach of my mouth, and my tongue dips out to attempt to lick her hardened nipples. Just one taste. Just one and I’m already whimpering and thrusting into the air from sheer hunger.
God, I yearn for her.
“Yes, just like that. Suck like a good boy.”
I lift my head as far as I can go, straining against her grip on my arms, while I suck on her taut nipples until my hard-on throbs, ready to spout.
“You gonna come for me?” she murmurs.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I moan.
“Do it. Come all over my back and coat me with your cum.”
Her words send me over the edge, and I shoot out another load while groaning like a madman.
My face turns beet red as I lunge for her nipples, kissing and sucking at them like it’ll be the last chance I ever have.
When the orgasm subsides, she grabs my shaft, which twitches in the palm of her pretty hands.
“Such a pretty face you make when you come,” she muses.
“Fuck …” I breathe out a sigh, but every one of her fingers plays my thickness like a piano.
“Still so sensitive,” she says. “Even after three times. How many more times can you come for me?”
“What?” I mutter, completely delirious.
Her face darkens. “Do it again.”
Panic slowly begins to settle. “Are you serious?”
Her eyes sparkle with the threat of violence. “Do I look like I’m not?”
Defying her is the dumbest thing I could ever do right now.
But I don’t think I’ll survive this either.
Fuck.
Maybe this was a mistake.
She leans in, tits smashed up against my chest, green, luscious hair tumbling over her shoulders. “I said … do it again.”
I gulp and slowly thrust into her hand even though it’s still too sensitive to touch.
Her fingers slowly tighten around my shaft until they become a hole to fuck, and I become aroused again just from seeing her partially naked and on top of me. My mind wanders off to how her pussy would feel. How it would taste.
I thrust faster and faster, and her fingers tighten even more until her nails begin to embed into my skin, and I hiss in response.
“Keep going,” she commands.
So I thrust and thrust despite the pain of her nails scratching my tip.
“Good boy. Now make me happy with more cum.”
My dick twitches, balls tightening as her nails dig into my skin, and I howl out in both pain and pleasure as I release my fourth load.
“Four times … I think you can go again.”
I’m spent. I’m completely spent.
Yet she won’t relent.
“Impossible,” I mutter.
“You’ll make it possible. Because I want you to. And you’ll do whatever I want,” she says. “And I want you to come and come and come and come and come, like a good boy. Over and over again.”
Oh God.
“And if you won’t, I’ll make you.”
She gathers my juices with her right hand, then rolls me over.
“On your knees,” she growls.
I do what she asks, but I don’t know why.
“Wha—” My words turn into a garble of mumbling and moans as she shoves a finger into my ass.
“FUCK!” I groan, the sharp pain immediately offset by the delicious waves of ecstasy.
Her finger curls and thrusts as she forces it inside me, and I’m helpless against the mounting desire while she fucks me in a place no one else has ever touched.
“Have you ever had your ass fingered, Xavier?” she asks, taking me like I’m hers already.
My ass cheeks clench together. “No.”
“You’ll grow to love it,” she says. “Now relax, or it’ll only hurt more.”
She adds another cum-slathered finger, spreading me as she thrusts inside, and it feels so damn full, but so … so good. My body contorts the second she touches something deep inside me.
“F-fuck,” I whimper, letting it all out into an ungodly moan.
“There it is,” she says smugly.
My cock bobs up and down as she keeps stroking that sensitive spot inside me, and I suck in the air like I’m out of oxygen.
What is happening to me?
Suddenly, more cum bursts out without me even having a say in it, the spurts overpowering me.
“Good boy. Knew you could do it.”
Her voice makes my entire body shiver, but she won’t stop thrusting into me, and I’m losing control.
I can’t. I can’t. Fucking. Stop.
More seed jets out, like an uncontrollable tsunami, and I’m panting and panting to try to catch my breath.
“I knew you were multi-ejaculatory. That’s a rarity in men.”
What? Multi-ejaculatory?
“If you keep this up, I might fuck your tight hole with something else next time,” she muses.
“Next time?” I mutter.
She chuckles. “You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you?”
She drags her fingers out, leaving me feeling bereft, searching for meaning behind whatever she just made me feel.
She shoves me down and rolls me over again, my cock still hard, still yearning because all I’ve endured are ruined orgasms.
“How many was that?”
“Six …” I groan.
The wicked smile on her face is so goddamn beautiful. “Hmm, I think I’ll have some more.”
“I can’t.” I’m nearly done for. “Please.”
“Good boy, keep begging,” she says, making my cheeks flush with heat.
She straddles my half-hard cock and peels down her own pants, and my eyes are instantly glued to her body.
This can’t truly be happening. She’s actually showing me her—
I nearly burst again just from seeing her undress for me, her pussy the most delectable thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
She brings her left hand down between her legs and starts playing with herself right in front of me. “You’ve made me so wet, Xavier.”
“Oh, fuck.” I lick my lips like a man in heat.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she commands.
And I do, I do so fucking badly, I never, ever want to look at anything else again except her and only her, just like this. Even if it kills me.
She rolls her fingers around her slit and tilts her head back, moaning out loud, and my God, she is so fucking gorgeous, I can’t believe this is real.
She rides her fingers right on top of me, and my hard-on throbs against her ass.
“That’s it, Xavier. Are you going to get hard for me?” she murmurs, rolling her hips around while she fucks herself.
“Or should I finger you again?” she muses. “You seemed to like that …”
“I did,” I reply. “But I’ve never—” I swallow the words back down before I say too much.
She narrows her eyes. “You’ve never what? Come like that?” She squeezes my dick so hard I’m forced to speak. “Tell the truth.”
“No, yes, I have come, from my own hands,” I stutter. “I just … have never …” I grumble in frustration.
“What?” She brings her fingers up to her lips, licking her own juices right off the tips, and fuck me, I am absolutely hard as a rock. “Never had a woman like me before?”
“No …” I reply. “Never.”
“Never?” Her pupils dilate, and she pauses completely, fingers still beside her face. “Wait a minute. Have you ever even had sex before?”
Now my eyes widen too.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She was not supposed to fucking find out.
At least not until … after.
“Wait … really? Holy shit.” She chuckles. “Xavier Caruso is a virgin?”