Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
XANDER
“ Y ou’re a gift. A prize I'll never deserve but I’ll always work to earn.”
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“I never know what to expect when I’m with you.”
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“That smart mouth, issuing a challenge at every turn.”
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“You’re like no one else and you’ve completely captured my heart.”
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“Xan…”
I zoom in on her face, those fascinating eyes wide and bright in the candlelight.
“I knew you’d be lovely, a vision, bathed in candlelight like this.”
A soft smile lifts her lips, and I snap another few dozen pictures of her perfect face before I set a timer and move the camera to a tripod next to the bed to capture every moment.
The erratic beat of my heart somehow echoes the soft pants escaping London’s parted lips.
“Wait, just let me look at you, savor this moment.” Standing tall, she complies, allowing me the time to relish her. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. I’ve wished and waited for this. We’ll always have these pictures to display in our bedroom, but I want to brand tonight into my brain.”
“What do you want me to do?” Her head tilts as our eyes meet, and a nervous energy surrounds her, and I can’t have that.
Bringing our bodies together, our lips brush, and I say softly, “Be you. You’re perfect. I don’t need or want anything else. You’re more than enough.”
Those lips that I love and will never get enough of smile against mine.
“Who knew I’d be ruined at the first taste of you. Ten minutes in heaven was all it took for you to wreck me. You were right to leave me. I wasn’t worthy then, but you knocked some sense into me and I’m finally the man who deserves you. You come first, always.”
All that sass returns as she lifts a brow. “I better.”
“Never doubt that your pleasure is my love language.” I smile before falling serious. “But I heard what you said, and if I haven’t made it clear, I want every damn dream with you.”
Her brows pinch as she watches me. “Everything in me is screaming to believe you, to believe in us.”
“You know the real me better than anyone, but if you don’t believe in me just yet, believe in you. Trust yourself,” I practically beg as I cup her face.
Those eyes that mesmerized me that first night sparkle now as they meet mine.
“I do. I wouldn’t be here with anyone else. Only you.”
Thank fuck.
Eating up that infinitesimal space, our lips meet in a kiss full of so much promise and my fate is sealed. I will never be without her again.
“Come on, cakes. Turn around, it's time for me to unwrap my present. I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on the treats underneath this stunning dress.”
She shivers, her eyes closing as she turns away, and my hand goes to her delicate throat as I tilt her head and pull her against me. A wanton sound leaves her as she leans back into me, her ass pressing against my already hard cock and my nose goes to her silky, dark strands. Inhaling her, my dick throbs as we move together, my hands exploring, and I can’t tear myself away to get her out of this dress.
“I love your snarky mouth, but I'm loving this side of you. You can be such a good girl,” I growl, kissing down her neck, before biting into that rich skin, sucking just a little and she moans.
“The best girl.”
She sure is. The best thing in my life. Bar none.
Sliding my hands down her sides, over those shapely hips and thighs, I close my eyes thankful to get to have her like this again. I don’t know what I would have done if I lost her.
“Don't mind me, I'm just looking for the zipper on this thing,” I say, my hands roaming up her stomach, cupping her tits.
“Nope, not there,” she giggles, and my hands continue exploring, grasping and caressing her beautiful soft curves.
Unable to resist any longer, the need to have her bare and open beneath me making me dizzy, my hand moves to the back of her neck, my fingers trailing gently down her back.
“Here it is. Let's get you out of this fabulous dress. While it’s beautiful on you, it'll look even better on my floor.”
The air in the room grows still as each tick of the zipper reveals her smooth skin. No longer able to wait to feel her in my arms, I hurriedly push the dress down, helping it over her hips, and finally it pools at her feet before she steps out and turns to me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Except for the fact that you've been walking around all night with no panties, and you didn’t tell me.”
She shrugs, all rolling hips as she saunters past me, climbs into our bed, and crawls to the center. That perfect peach teasing and tempting me to follow behind her ready to dive in and taste all the sweetness I've missed.
“Stay right there,” I say, and she turns to look at me over her shoulder. “Such a beautiful sight on all fours.” Giving my dick a squeeze my eyes roam over her perfectly arched back, those tits swaying enticingly.
“Just like that, cake. Let me see all of you.” Removing my jacket, I toss it next to her dress and for some reason the sight of our rumpled clothing together sends a little jolt through me.
My dirty girl doesn't disappoint knowing exactly what I need, a little show. My attention is locked in as her breasts meet the navy comforter, and with her head turned to me, she’s perfectly on display. She spreads her legs a little wider showing off her perfect little holes I can’t wait to taste and fuck until neither of us can walk.
My shirt’s next and the appreciation on Little Mrs. Mine’s face has my dick throbbing.
“Have you missed me, babycakes?” I murmur softly.
“Yes,” she sighs.
“Show me where.”
Stepping out of the rest of my clothing, the shutter from the camera is the only sound in the room as I watch my dirty girl show me where she needs me.
Delicate fingers reach between her legs and stroke over her pussy. The sounds of her wet arousal and soft moans a sensual soundtrack for tonight’s festivities.
“Right there, baby. That’s where you need me?” The heat in my voice is unmistakable as I watch her.
Her eyes flutter as she nods, her fingers working that little clit, as she begins to rock with the movement.
“Slide them in. Stretch that tight little hole for me,” I coach.
My dick pulses with every whimper as she slides first two then three fingers in deep.
“Fuck, that’s my girl. Stretch that perfect pussy. Get her ready for me.”
Flickering candlelight sends shadows over her exposed skin, but the slick wetting her thighs and exposed fingers is obvious as the scent of her arousal tickles my nose, and I move to the end of the bed on autopilot.
“Out there, to the world, you're my baby, my sweet cake. They don't know that in here, for me only, you're my needy fucking cock slut.”
She moans, those nimble fingers stretch to wet her crease before she circles her tight little hole with her middle finger.
“Oh, fuck, baby. There too? You need me to fuck all your greedy holes?”
“Please, Xan,” she moans.
“Have you been aching for me?” Pinching the head of my cock, I climb behind her, unable to stay away any longer. “Having you here in my bed...” I shake my head again and my hands go to her ass, squeezing tighter as she moans, deepening the arch in her back, offering herself to me.
Eager hands grip all that ass and round hips before I dip, my tongue moving in time with her finger as she cries out.
“Yes, oh fuuuck, Xan. Right there,” she stammers.
I growl, nipping her finger. Sucking and licking her clit, nice and slow, just how she likes it and before I know it, she’s riding my entire face, slowly grinding up and down.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking wet. Take what you need and come on my face.” My tongue matches her movements as she cries out, her body jerking and convulsing as she fucks herself on my tongue.
“Fuck, I love this perfect pussy. You always taste so good. But I need to get comfortable to fully enjoy you.”
Her little whimper as I pull away lights my blood, and I quickly move to lean my back against the cream-colored headboard.
“Come here, let me play with my food. Crawl to me, baby, I need your beautiful ass,” I growl, patting the spot between my legs.
Her eyes are blissed out as she locks in on my throbbing dick. Moving quickly, her little pink tongue slips out, lapping at my cockhead, catching the precum gathering at my tip, and I grunt. Before I can thrust up into her wet mouth, she moves away quickly, her back to my chest, and my arms wrap around her, pulling her closer.
“If I had less patience, you’d be ass up on your knees again, watching me as I buried my face in your ass before I fucked it,” I say, pointing to the oversized mirror leaning against the wall in front of us. She gasps, catching sight of us with her legs spread wide to see every slick bit of her. “I know. Next time, I promise.”
Turning, her lust filled eyes find mine. “Good,” she whispers, before she pulls me to her in a crash of lips and tongues.
Although the angle is a bit awkward, the kiss says everything we haven’t. How could she doubt my love? Here I thought I’d scare her away if she knew how all-consuming my love for her is, but I did the opposite by not telling her the truth the moment I knew we were endgame. She won’t slip through my fingers again. Even if I have to fuck her into submission and she’s putty in my hands.
Gasping, we both come up for air and I reach blindly for the vibrator on the bedside table.
“Stud,” she moans, jerking as I turn it on its lowest setting.
“That's right. Keep those legs spread for me.”
A rumble of appreciation reverberates deep in my chest as she complies.
“Good girl.”
Kissing along her neck, her head rolls to the side, before I grip her chin with my free hand.
“Uh-uh, eyes on me.” Nipping her lip before turning her to face the mirror.
“Watch me. Yeah, just like that. Watch me play with my pussy, give her everything she needs.”
She tenses, pushing back into me at the first stroke of the vibrator against her sensitive flesh.
“Xan, yes, right there,” she cries.
“I know, baby. Just like this. You love when I play with it. Tease you.”
She curses as I trail the device in soft circles over her clit and up and down her slick pussy.
“Look at you. Being my perfect little slut, watching as I play with my favorite toy.” Pinching her pebbled nipple, I watch her writhe in the mirror, a fucking sight to behold.
Restraining her legs with mine, I open her up wider, and our eyes follow the movement of my hand and the fluid movement of her hips as she seeks how I make her feel.
“You’re exquisite, London. Look at my pretty baby. So fucking sexy. I love how you give yourself to me. Because you know I’ll make it good for you, don’t you?”
Her ass lifts off the bed as she cries out as I turn up the intensity, shallowly sliding in and out of her slick hole.
She gasps. “Yes, Xan. You give me everything. I ache for you. Only for you. Please, I need…”
“I know, you need to come.” I grunt as her nails dig into my thighs.
“Yes, please,” she pants. “Only you… only you could have me here, teetering on the edge of insanity.”
“Are you ready to fall for me, my love?”
“Alexander, please,” she sobs.
My dick jumps at the sound of my name on her lips. “Oooh, you’re serious. So fucking needy for me.”
I’ll never deny my woman anything. Concentrating my attention on her hard clit, my other hand joins the party. Easily slipping inside, I fuck her with three thick fingers, and she rides my hand like a pro. My dick swells at the wet sounds we make as she moves.
“That’s it, come for me.”
Her legs stiffen for a second before she shatters around me with a broken cry and my dick throbs angrily as she quakes and quivers around my fingers. But I’ll be balls deep soon enough and I’ll mark every inch of her with my cum. Mine.
Slowly withdrawing my fingers, hooded eyes follow my movement in the mirror as I bring those fingers to my mouth, licking them clean.
“Damn, you always taste so fucking good,” I growl, peppering her neck with kisses, as she relaxes back into me. Wrapping her in my arms, I share her taste, swiping my tongue through her mouth, as her breathing finally slows.
“I love how we taste on your tongue,” she whispers against my lips.
“Oh, fuck, there’s my dirty girl. You just earned another orgasm.”
She gasps, her eyes flying open.
Reaching for another surprise, I flick it on, fire blazing in my eyes, as she opens her legs wide for me.
“That’s my good girl. Are you ready to give me another?”
London
Tonight has been a whirlwind, and I still can’t believe I’m here now, in his bedroom. My flabbers have been completely gasted as Xander’s words wash over me. Breaking eye contact, my gaze sweeps his face, my hands roam his broad shoulders and expansive chest before returning to his molten eyes.
“Look what you do to me.” His smooth voice is sinful as it caresses me from head to toe.
Taking my hand, he wraps it around his thick shaft, and I swear I’m about to flood the bed as another swell of arousal leaves me.
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve come. Whether from his words, those oh so talented fingers, or those devilish fucking vibrators. But as the cool silk sheets meet my slick back and he finally starts to push inside me, I know I’m not done. Not even close.
My back arches and we moan in unison as he bottoms out with one long thrust and my eyes roll closed. Xander’s so hard and long, but it’s his thick girth that stretches me so fully that I’ve become obsessed with. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain. No matter how many times I’ve had him, it’s always a shock to the system when he first drives inside.
“I love how you welcome me home, babycakes,” he grunts. “Opening your pretty legs wider so I can slide in deep. You don’t even know you’re doing it, do you, greedy girl?”
Shaking my head as his words wash over me, I fall deeper into the moment, widening my legs and rocking my hips to meet every smooth, slow grind. Heat flushes my body as our eyes lock and words that have been on my lips so many times threaten to spill out between us, but now isn’t the time. I want to stay under this sensual spell Xander has weaved.
“Xan… I…”
His forehead finds mine as he nods. “I know, baby. After finally having you in my bed that night under the stars and then waking up without you today after I let you get away… Fuck. I never want to feel like that again, London.”
“Me neither.” Struggling to swallow the lump of regret in my throat, I close my eyes, pulling in a deep breath.
“Tell me you won’t leave me, sweetheart. Promise me,” he rasps.
My eyes fly open at the desperation in his voice. “I promise.” And I mean it.
“That’s all I needed.” He rocks his hips a little faster. “How does it feel?”
“You feel so good. You always do. You fuck me so deep,” I pant.
His eyes clench close for a beat before they meet mine, and he makes this face that I can’t decode.
“No. How does it feel to know I belong to you? You fucking own me, London.”
My heart leaps and pirouettes at his words and an immense pleasure and I can’t begin to describe the utter relief that rushes through me. How does he do it? Xander somehow always knows what I need and wraps me in warmth and security. But if I can admit it to myself, he’s shown me every day how he feels, and he’s been more than willing to figure out what I need and give it to me.
My face heats as the lump grows in my throat. But before I can utter a word, soft lips chase the tears that fall from the corner of my eye.
His hips slow to a stop. “Baby, I hope those are happy tears. If not, I’m going to kick my own ass.”
“They are.” I nod frantically. “I belong to you too, Xan. I have for a long time.”
“ Fuck, yes, you do.”
Spurred on by my words, Xan sits up on his knees, lifts my legs to the crook of his elbows, and pounds into me with the sexiest fucking grunt.
“You finally realize you’re mine?” His grunts and our erratic breathing ramp up my desire and I think I’m going to combust.
“Yes,” I cry, straining to meet every thrust.
“So, I can use you how I want? Seek my pleasure in this beautiful body?”
His sexy voice is fucking guttural, sending fire through my veins.
“Please, I want…” I break off with a gasp as he hits a spot so deep inside me, I didn’t know it existed.
“What’s that, baby? You like when I use you like this?” His teeth graze my jaw before that sinful tongue slips out to taste the sweat coating my skin.
“Yes! You have my permission to use me however and whenever you want.”
“Oh, fuck. There she is. There’s my girl.”
I squeal as he suddenly pulls out and flips me over to my stomach. But then he’s back, his chest to my back as I’m pressed into the bed, under his full weight, his hand encircles my wrists above my head, pinning me to the mattress, before he slides back in, and I scream into rumpled bedding.
The slick, sweaty glide of our skin, the cacophony of our moans and grunts, is the steamiest soundtrack and I get tunnel vision, thrusting back, chasing my orgasm.
“That’s it. You want to come for me? You want me to fill this tight fucking pussy? Is that what your body is begging for, London? My cum.”
“Yes,” I scream.
He pulls back barely an inch, and I whimper, nooo , but then his strong arm moves under my knee, bringing it up, opening me wider for him to pound into me.
“That’s it. Look how you’re taking me. You’re fucking split open, swallowing my dick, and you just keep sucking me in deeper. You feel so fucking good sliding up and down my cock.”
“Yes! You’re so fucking long… thick… you feel so damn good. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I’m out of my mind with lust and no longer have control of the words falling from my lips.
“Fucking never… stop.” He rasps into my tangled hair. “I’ll always be this and more for you. Taking care of you and fucking this sweet little pussy.”
I’m so fucking close. His filthy mouth always shocks and thrills me, and I know I’m going to shatter into a million pieces all over this dick. I just need… Fuck!
Those long fingers push into my mouth and find the back of my teeth. My jaw is wrenched down, and I moan at the savagery as his fingers fuck into my mouth and I happily suck and lick, wishing they were his dick, sliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat. He fishhooks me, and I open my mouth wider, lapping and chasing his rapidly moving fingers.
I’m a mess as saliva coats my chin and I’ve never felt more desired and loved than I do in this moment.
“You’re perfect. You know that? How I survived this long without you is the hundred-million-dollar question.”
“Never again. You’re mine. This dick is mine,” I mumble around his fingers.
His warm chuckle tickles my ear, before he pulls out and flips me over, tosses my legs over his shoulders, sinking his teeth into my ankle. “That’s right, baby, all yours, and we have something for you.”
I don’t know when I turned into a cum slut, but here we are. I fucking need it. Going out of my mind for it. “Yes, give it to me.” Pulling him to me, we both moan as he pounds into me again.
“Fuck, yeah, you want it, baby? You want me to shoot deep in my pussy? To leave a part of me inside of you.”
“Yours, yes, please. Use me. Mark me.” His hand finds my clit then, and I practically shoot off the bed.
“That’s right. Beg for it. You want my cum? You want my baby?” His voice is like gravel, and I clench around him.
“Oh, fuck . Yes, come inside me.” I thrash under him. My skin feels too tight, and I know I’m going to go off like fireworks.
“My balls are so full and heavy. You want it? I’m going to fill you and then plug you, so you don’t lose a single drop,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “You feel so good, so hot and slick around my cock.”
“Yes, breed me, please!” I come with a shout, my nails raking down his back.
“Fuck, yes,” he shouts, as I convulse around him, pulling him over the edge, as he swells and empties himself. “Yes, take it. Fuck.” Continuing to thrust, prolonging this euphoric feeling I’m floating on.
“You cream so perfectly for me,” he whispers into my slick neck.
Nodding, I gasp, when his teeth rake my sensitive flesh. “Only for you.”
Those onyx eyes lock with mine and a jolt rips through me and everything snaps into focus and I finally can see everything clearly.
The weight of Xander’s body pressing into me, grounds me to the moment, searing the feeling of inevitability into my soul. I’d rarely experienced these sweetly quiet moments with him, preferring to keep our encounters quick, trying to keep him out of my head and heart, but as he trails kisses and nips along my jaw and neck, I regret the time wasted. Because I know without a doubt that we would have been this from day one.
Cradling him between my thighs, as we catch our breath, I still my movements, hoping to keep him deep inside, not daring to spill a drop.
Those tempting lips find my chin before his teeth sink into my skin.
“I’m addicted and just want to eat you up. I hope you’re ready.”
With that sexy grin and sweaty just fucked hair, I fucking giggle. At this point, this man could tell me every single random thought that crosses his mind and I’d swoon.
“Well, keep taking care of me like that and I’ll gladly let you lick me like your favorite ice cream,” I whisper, my eyes rolling back as his lips continue exploring my cooling skin, before they find their way back to mine.
Languid sweeps of his tongue meet mine and I give myself over to him as I float on a cloud of bliss. That’s it. I’m never leaving. This is what I want forever. To feel like this, cherished and loved for being who I am. Sometimes sweet. Most times salty. Always his favorite treat.
He drops a few more soft kisses to my swollen lips and my nose before he pulls back, and finally pulls out of me. The emptiness almost makes me whimper before he winks, grasps my ankles, and lifts my ass up.
“Legs up. Can’t have you wasting a single drop, babycakes.”
Laughter bursts from me and I cover my face as Xan stands there, elevating my legs to keep his cum right where it belongs.
“Do you think this helps?” His earnest expression melts me as he waits for my response, and I love him being so serious about giving me what I want.
Nodding slowly, I take him in. That dark hair, a rumpled mess, I’m sure I had my hands in it at some point. Lips pink and puffy from our fervent kisses. Angry red scratches, I don’t remember doing, run from his broad shoulders down his bulging biceps. Taut, smooth skin that I can still remember the taste of, and that dark treasure trail takes me right to his thick, heavy… I gulp audibly. How is he alre—
“See something you like?”
My eyes never stray from the very something I like very much. “I do. Always.”
“Does my perfect little slut need another load?”
Nodding, I bite my lip, before raising my gaze to his.
“Yes, please.”
I shriek as he falls beside me and before I can take another breath, he pulls me on top of him and impales me as I scream.
When we’re finally satiated hours later, he cleans me up with a warm towel, before climbing in the bed, curving himself around me in the most protective move that makes me wet all over again. Sex and intimacy is so different with him. I wouldn’t call it sex, or even fucking. Xander makes love to me. With his hands, his mouth. He uses his entire body to bring me to peaks I’ve only ever known with him.
As he drifts off, his soft words ruffle my hair, just like that night, and like a freak, I fall asleep with the biggest smile on my face.