Chapter 20
Quinn
WHAT THE HELL IS HE SMOKING?
My clit quivers as the metal buckle of his belt clinks one last time beside me. How would that feel? Painful? Of course it would hurt. It’s leather. So why does the thought of Xander swatting me with his belt make me pant like a cat in heat?
Because, meow.
Xander’s hands moving to the buttons of his slacks has me snapping my attention to his crotch and the very visible outline of his shaft. He doesn’t move slowly or take any extra time, but it feels like it takes an eternity before he finally lets his monster cock spring free.
“Holy fuuuck,” I whisper as it juts upward, hard, and so damn proud like a flagpole.
Veins. So many thick veins. And it’s flared out perfectly at the head. Long, smooth, and clean. His dark pubic hair is trimmed short. I let my gaze travel over its length again as he steps toward me.
“There are no words in this or any other language to describe how beautiful you are, Quinn.” He stares down at me, his eyes slowly roaming over every bit of me.
If it were any other man doing this, I think I’d be on the verge of a panic attack, being so exposed in this way.
But when Xander looks at me, his expression tells me everything I need to know.
His eyes sparkle as he runs his tongue over his lips, and the entire time, his cock stands taller and harder.
And all he’s doing is watching me. For a second, it’s a little too intimate.
But then he climbs onto the bed between my legs and gently sets my thighs on his shoulders before he lunges forward for my clit, pulling my legs back even farther and wider.
It exposes everything to him. My tummy rolls.
My asshole. The extra fat is pushing out at my hips from being curled up in this position.
Then he grips me there, holding my soft flesh firmly in his big palms, squeezing as he pulls my core harder against his face.
His teeth graze my clit, and I jolt, one of my hands flying out without meaning to.
Before I get the chance to touch Xander, he grabs my wrist and lifts his mouth from me, my arousal coating his chin.
“Baby, you can either be a good girl and get rewarded over and over, or you can be a naughty girl and get tied up and teased over and over until you decide to be a good girl. You make the decision,” he says with a smug grin as he releases my hand.
As soon as he does, I yank it back to where it was, behind my head, and lace my fingers tightly together.
As intriguing as being tied up sounds, I’m desperate for his rewards.
To be his good girl. I want to make Xander proud.
Which is something I’ll examine later when I’m alone and in my own head, thinking about how fucked up I am.
He lowers his mouth to my pussy again and starts licking and sucking, eating me like I’m going to be his last meal, and the man is starving.
Then again, I am, too. For something different.
This. The attention he’s giving me. The way he makes me feel like I’m the only woman who exists when he’s around.
The way he makes me feel beautiful is like no other emotion I’ve had before, and he does it in the way he stares at me.
My body coils and bucks against him, but his arms are wrapped so tightly around me, holding my thighs wide open. There’s no way for me to get away from him as my clit gets more and more sensitive by the second.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Daddy, ohhhh, fuck!” The screams are torn from my body. I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet as he continues to devour me like he might die if he doesn’t, sucking over and over, harder and harder until I’m rocking against him with another orgasm.
I try kicking him away, but he doesn’t let me go; instead, he grinds his face harder into my clit, his teeth scraping against the sensitive pearl.
Xander finally pulls away and crawls up my body, the head of his cock pressed against my pussy. “When was your last period?”
Squinting, I try to think about what he’s asking. “Um, I think it was two weeks ago? I don’t remember.”
He narrows his gaze, lifting up a condom he must have had in his pocket, and rips the package open with his teeth. “I want to feel you for a minute.”
He says it as a statement, but he’s asking for my permission. I nod, and he slowly pushes his cock inside me, stretching me. Inch by inch, my arousal lets him thrust all the way in. We both groan, and he does it again and then pulls out and quickly rolls on the condom.
“I can’t hold back, baby. I need to fuck you. Hard.” His jaw flexes, and his eyes darken to stone as he slides both hands into my hair and curls them into fists, holding my head in place as he starts fucking me.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, sunshine. I knew you were going to be made for me.” His voice is smooth and deep as he rocks his hips, staring down into my eyes like he’s talking to me with them. He’s rough but gentle, kissing me while pulling my hair at the same time, his balls slapping against my ass.
He releases one of his hands and slides it between our bodies, his rough thumb flicking over my clit.
I arch and cry out, another orgasm threatening to rock me once more. Over and over, he circles the sensitive spot while he tries to get deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“You’re so close, sunshine. So fucking close to coming all over my cock like a good girl.”
He leans down and latches onto one of my nipples, and I scream, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Xander continues to fuck me through my orgasm. When I go quiet, he pulls out of me and flips me over like I weigh nothing, pulling my hips up so he can fuck me from behind.
Instead of pushing into my pussy, he nudges the tip of his dick against my ass. “Are you going to be my good girl and take my cock in your ass? Can I fuck your ass bare, baby?”
Oh my God.
He’s so big. So thick.
I want to be his good girl. I also want to experience this. He won’t hurt me. I know that without a doubt.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out, my eyes fluttering as I try to prepare myself mentally.
“Do you have any lube? Or coconut oil?” he asks.
“There’s lube in the nightstand.” As soon as I say it, my cheeks heat, and he chuckles softly.
“Do you have toys you use on yourself?” he asks, rifling through the drawer and then closing it.
A second later, he pops the cap and drizzles the cool liquid on my ass. When I don’t answer, he spanks me. “I asked you a question, baby. Do you use toys on your tight little pussy?”
Thank goodness I’m face down and the lighting is dim in here because I don’t think I could actually look at Xander right now without combusting into a ball of flames.
“Yes,” I squeak out.
He presses something to my ass, and I tense.
“Breathe, baby girl. I’m going to make it feel so good for you, but I need you to trust me.”
I try to do what he says and relax.
Using his fingers, he spreads the lube around my ass while he uses the other hand to find my clit again, circling it over and over.
“One day, I’m going to fuck you in your pussy while I use a toy on your pretty asshole at the same time.” He pushes a finger into my ass and pumps it in and out.
Everything in me tingles as he plays with the most intimate part of my body, unable to deny how good this feels.
My moans grow louder and louder until I’m moving my hips to meet his fingers. He has me right on the edge of bliss.
“Such a good fucking girl.” Xander pulls his fingers from my ass and leans down so his mouth is hovering right over my ear. “My good girl.”
The head of his cock nudges against my asshole and slowly pushes in. I instantly tense, but he circles my clit a few times, and I’m brought right back to the edge, practically begging for more.
Inch by beautiful thick inch, he eases into me until his hips are flush with my ass.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs. “You’re going to be the death of me, sunshine. But I’ll still be fucking this pretty ass, even in the afterlife.”
Slowly, he thrusts gently, shallow, then another deeper one, over and over, playing with my clit at the same time.
Everything around me goes blurry, and when the first wave of ecstasy rips through me suddenly, I scream and buck my hips, crying out for him.
His thrusts become harder, faster, almost painful, but I don’t want him to stop. I want this. I need it.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans as his cock starts to pulse inside my ass.
I moan softly, my face buried in the blankets, sweat coating my body as my aftershocks rock through me, becoming less intense each time until I can barely keep my eyes open, and the only thing holding me up is Xander.
“Shh. I got you, baby girl.” Keeping his big hands wrapped around my hips, he slowly pulls his cock from me. “Let me help you to the bathroom.”
Right. He just came inside my ass.
Heat spreads over my cheeks. Oh my God. He knows I have to let it out of my ass.
With his cock still bobbing like a proud flagpole, Xander stands and reaches for me, taking my hand like the gentleman he is. As he leads me into my small bathroom, he reaches out and flicks on the light.
I turn around to close the door, but his entire body fills the frame as he rests his shoulder against one side. The man looks like a freaking statue, except he’s covered in tattoos and has a much bigger dick than any statue I’ve ever seen.
“Excuse me,” I say, blinking up at him expectantly.
I need him to get the hell out of here so I can use the toilet and also grab a towel to cover up with because I definitely don’t look as good as he does without clothes.
“Go ahead, baby. You don’t need to be shy. It’s my come in your ass. Let me watch.”
My mouth actually drops open because what the hell is he smoking?
“Xander! Get out. I need some privacy.”
He folds his arms over his chest. “Baby, you’re going to learn that I don’t like privacy between us.”
Narrowing my gaze at him, I huff. “I kind of noticed. I am not using the toilet in front of you, though. That’s a limit.”
I think.
God, it would be so humiliating, yet for some reason, I’m intrigued. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?
Xander’s jaw flexes as he stares at me, his dick still hard. Him being hot doesn’t help matters.
“This time,” he finally says. “But we’re going to discuss your limits.”
I roll my eyes as he takes a step back and lets me close the door on him, laughing as I do.
This man is completely and utterly unhinged.
And I think I might be falling for him.