Chapter 36 #2
“No,” I moan. My skin flushes as he continues to torment me. He’s so close to that one spot that my pussy needs the most, but he doesn’t let the hard steel touch. “Fuck, Xander, please.”
I hear him curse behind me and the sound of a zipper undoing. “Were you going to?”
I don’t know. Was I?
The sight of Penelope all over Xander made my blood boil, but I don’t know if I truly would’ve pulled the trigger. I would’ve had a dead body on my conscience. I’m sure Xander has many, but I’m not equipped to deal with that heaviness. Xander is cold and hard. I may act like I am, but I’m not.
But if it meant protecting him, I would have.
“Yes,” I whisper, almost ashamed to admit it.
The gun leaves my skin. “Turn around.”
I do as he says, standing in front of him. I push my back onto the desk, and I lie in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he says, his eyes taking in every inch of me.
He still holds the gun as he pulls down his trousers, along with his boxers.
His long, thick cock springs free, and my mouth waters at the sight of it and the phantom memory of it filling me for the first time. “Spread your legs for me.”
I open them, hooking the heel of my stilettos onto the edge of the desk. His eyes dip down to my pussy, and he licks his lips, lining the thick head of his cock up with my entrance. Without warning, he pushes himself fully inside me. My pussy stretches and grips around him like it remembers him.
“Fuckkkk,” he moans out, the sound reverberating right through my senses. It might just be the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
He drops the gun, and it lands with a clang on the desk.
He grips my hips as he relentlessly pounds into me.
Corded arms flexing with every movement; abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
His right arm reaches towards the end of the belt, tugging it towards him and cutting off a small amount of air from me.
“Fuck, you were made for me, Camila.”
I moan as his thumb presses into my clit, rubbing circles with the rhythm of his hips. My skin flushes, and my breaths come in pants as I watch his cock moving in and out of me, the delicious pressure on my neck causing a heady sensation.
“That colour is fucking incredible on you.”
His hands come up and jerk the top of the dress down to my waist, exposing my tits, which bounce up and down with every thrust. He cups one in his palm, massaging.
I moan as his thumb picks up pace, adding delicious pressure on my clit. My orgasm builds low inside me.
“Xander, I’m gonna—” I don’t get to finish before he rips his thumb away and grabs the gun, pointing it at me.
My heart stops; the pace of his thrusts slows.
“Open,” he commands.
I swallow, my body beginning to tremble. But the pace of his thrusts allows me to feel every vein on his cock, sending pleasure straight to my brain. I slowly part my lips, and he gradually feeds the gun into my mouth with the taste of me still on it.
“Xander, what—” I don’t manage to form any other words as the barrel hits the back of my throat.
Fear and pleasure mix together inside me, and I don’t know how to feel as Xander continues to thrust into me. Slowly and deliberately. He watches me intently, his face soft. My teeth start chattering against the metal, and a sweat breaks out on my brow.
This is it. He’s going to kill me. I shouldn’t have threatened Penelope.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Do you feel that fear?” he asks, his hand brushing away stray strands of hair from my face.
“Mhmmm,” I hum around the weapon.
“Are you scared?”
I nod frantically, yet he keeps pushing himself in and out of me.
His thumb flicks the safety off the gun; the click rings in my ears. I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut.
The delicious feeling of him inside me is still sending waves of pleasure.
“That’s the kind of fear you want your enemy to feel,” he whispers, pulling the gun out and clicking the safety back on.
I release a breath, panting as if breathing oxygen for the first time. He places the gun into my hand, weaving my finger through the trigger, then placing the end of the barrel onto his heart, his hands cradling mine. His hips stop moving, and my pussy pulses around him.
“Look at me. I told you, you don’t have to fear me. If I ever hurt you, you’d have to put a bullet through my heart.”
I swallow through the dryness in my throat. “Okay,” I breathe out.
He tosses the gun to the side and resumes thrusting his hips into me. Wet sounds of us fill the room, and there’s less friction than before, my ass sliding on the desk from the amount of wetness dripping from me.
“Feel how wet your tight little cunt is from the gun that took many?” he pants.
I moan as my hand flies down to my clit. I add pressure and rub small circles.
“That’s it, baby. Keep going,” Xander pants.
I pick up pace, and so does he, my body writhing beneath him as pressure quickly builds again. My walls slowly tighten around him. “Xander, I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, Camila. Scream my fucking name. Show this entire building who owns you and all your fears.”
That’s enough to push me over the edge. I cry out his name, my pussy clenching around him. My stomach contracts, and my eyes see stars as release bursts through me.
Xander doesn’t relent; tingles spread through me as my orgasm drags out. His thrusts grow sloppier, sexy grunts forming in his throat.
“On your knees,” he grits.
I scramble off the desk on weak legs as he pulls the belt and guides me onto the floor. His hand moves up and down his cock, and without prompt, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out.
“You want my cum?”
I nod, looking directly at him.
He grunts as he releases onto my tongue, the salty taste spreading over my taste buds.
“Good little Angel,” he praises, grabbing my chin in his hand and closing it. “Now swallow me.”
I let the warm liquid glide down my throat as he watches me with dilated pupils. His abs contract with his breathing, his fingers gripping my chin possessively.
“Never forget who owns you.”