Chapter 40
Xander
“You made a mess of my fingers, Angel.”
She moans absentmindedly as I pull my fingers out of her. Her grip on my cock loosens as she comes down from her high.
And as much as I’d love to keep her here and derive every bit of pleasure I can from her, I can’t stop thinking about her with my cock in her mouth.
Pushing myself off the sofa, I climb over her heated body and stand in front of her.
Grabbing both of her ankles in my hand, I swing her legs over the back of the sofa.
Her head hangs off the edge, her honey hair flowing down towards the floor.
I watch her chest rising and falling rapidly as I kneel in front of her and pull my joggers down to my knees.
My cock lines up with the length of her throat, the tip reaching to the divot between her collarbones, and for a second, I rethink this idea. I don’t know if she’ll be able to handle it.
Without hesitation, her hand wraps around the base of my cock, her perfectly manicured nails shining with the reflection of the TV.
Fuck it.
I pull her top down towards the base of her neck with one hand, exposing her perky nipples.
“You want this?” I ask through gritted teeth.
I can’t bear another second of looking at this perfect woman and not claiming her in some way.
“Fuck my throat, Xander.” Her voice is all sex, smoke, and confidence.
Her hand momentarily disconnects from my dick as I pull the t-shirt off her, but she grips me again within milliseconds.
I look down at her as her tongue darts out and licks up the length, causing tiny hairs on my body to stand up. Her hot mouth wraps around the tip of my cock, which is already leaking pre-cum just from having her shaking on my hand from her orgasm.
I’d love nothing more than to shove my cock into that tiny little throat of hers, but I want her to have the control here, even though my muscles are itching with impatience.
It’s clear—from everything she’s opened up to me about so far—that she never had control with the little fucker on my hit list. But I need her to open up to me. I can’t help her if she doesn’t. I can’t think of the appropriate way to kill Luke if she doesn’t.
She moans around my length as I slide inch by inch inside her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves into me.
Stretching my hand, I slap it gently across one of her breasts, which causes her to make a humming noise in her throat.
“Did you enjoy my fingers fucking you while you were teeming with fear?” I ask, massaging the sting of my slap away, pinching her nipple in the process.
She hums in response.
“Is that what you want? To be chased and fucked?” I murmur. Her heart starts its erratic rhythm beneath my hand, and it already tells me everything I need to know.
Her hand drifts towards her pussy, and I slap her breast again, which causes her to flinch her hand away.
“Answer my question first.”
I pull out of her throat, my dick twitching at the tightness. Her hand starts a slow stroking motion over my cock.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you to chase me and fuck me.” Her hand makes its way to her pants again. My little Angel wants to explore a kink, and I’m more than happy to oblige her. But we have time. Tonight, I want her to enjoy the pleasure without fear.
“Spread your legs.”
She does as I demand, those gently muscled legs spreading before me.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips part, and I slip the tip into her warm mouth.
“Touch yourself.”
Her fingers immediately start rubbing small circles, and she moans.
I take my time sliding in, letting her adjust to the size of me.
My cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags but recovers quickly, breathing deeply through her nose.
“Good girl,” I praise, stroking her face gently with my thumb.
Sliding further in, a groan pulls from me as my cock breaks through the barrier of her throat, expanding the tiny column as she adjusts around me.
“You’re such a good girl taking all of me.”
Her hand movements quicken. She struggles to moan around me. My eyes flick down to her face, where tears streak down her temples as I slide in and out of her slowly. It's a sight to behold. If I go any faster, I won’t last.
Spit starts dribbling out of the sides of her mouth, and her lips take on a deep red colour.
“This throat belongs to me,” I sigh, pulling myself almost all the way out but not enough to allow her any more breathing room.
Camila’s knees pull into each other, and her abs contract, her back arching off the sofa.
I smack her tit in warning. “Not yet.”
She whimpers, her hand pausing, but I can see the pressure she’s adding. She’s desperate to come.
I pull all the way out of her throat, and she gasps in a long breath, coughing as tears continue to slide from her eyes.
I swipe her legs down onto the sofa again, her body shifting to lie across it.
“Bend over the backrest.”
She turns, giving me a full view of her perfect ass. She leans her elbows over the back of the sofa and spreads her knees out. Her thong is wedged between her glistening lips from the desperation of her fingers working her to an orgasm.
Sliding her thong down to her knees, I smack her ass cheek hard. She moans. I step out of my joggers, propping one leg next to hers, and line my cock up with her entrance. Sliding in with one long stroke, her walls clench around me.
“No one will ever see you dancing for them again, do you understand?”
She makes an agreeable sound in her throat as I slide out torturously slowly and then back in.
It surprises me, but satisfaction burns deep within me.
“You are mine. You always have been,” I say.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pull her backwards so that her back is flush with my chest and her head rests on my shoulder.
Sweet moans fill the room as her eyelashes flutter with every stroke of my cock.
“From the moment you stepped out onto that stage.”
“Yes,” she mewls, her mouth falling open as I pinch her clit with my free hand.
“This tight little cunt? Mine.”
“Yes,” she pants.
Something animalistic awakens inside of me.
“Say it,” I growl, fucking her harder.
“Yes,” she repeats.
“Say it, Camila.”
I tighten my hand around her throat, constricting air. My balls tighten, and my body stiffens.
Neither of us are coming until she admits that she always has been, and always will be, mine.
“I’m yours, Xander,” she strangles out.
Her moans grow louder, my thrusts becoming sloppier.
“Come for me. Squeeze that tight cunt around me like the good girl you are.”
Her passage clenches around me, her body twitching, milking my cock for every drop of cum as I lazily continue thrusting.
I slap her ass and grab hard enough to leave a bruise. She cries out but continues rubbing and trembling around me.
This is my mark on her. If she tries to show herself at Diamond Lounge again, everyone will know who she belongs to.
A rush of static overcomes me, and I groan low as I pull out and release all over her ass. My cum paints her perfect curves, and I fucking relish in the sight as she leans both arms on the backrest, her head hanging down and her gasps the only other sound in the room.
I blow out a steadying breath as my dick rests against her. Panting and sweating.
“I’m yours, Xander,” she whispers again through hollow breaths.
I think the ice just melted from around my heart.
I place a kiss on her back, and it feels like sealing our fate.