I always liked watching that part. He’d hold it like he was trying to calm himself and exude some level of control. What was better was it was all for me.
He was all for me.
Guiding the fat head of his cock to my entrance, he rubbed against my folds to tease me open, then thrust into my pussy. The length and thickness of his cock filled me right up, searing into me like he was branding me. Always making me his.
I couldn’t believe we almost never had this moment again. It had come so close. Like something minor could have changed the outcome. Something so small could have happened to take him from me.
He inched in deeper, hitting my g-spot. The effect was so powerful it wiped my brain clean. It robbed me of what I’d been thinking and everything.
Nothing mattered but the emotion, nothing mattered but pleasure.
It was only once he started moving inside me that awareness snapped back to me when the bed started rocking and creaking against the floor.
He pumped a little more and a little faster and shook the bed, but didn’t stop.
Before I could say anything, he pulled out, picked me up and set me on the floor in the center of the rug, on my hands and knees.
He gripped my hips and I glanced over my shoulder.
The wicked smile on his face told me he wasn’t about to hold back.
“This way I get to fuck you properly.” He said that more of a promise.
I believed him.
He plunged in again and fulfilled his words.
We’d made love before but this wasn’t that, it was something else entirely.
His relentless thrusts that built up and seemed to rise with each pump sent me over the edge, feeling so good in this position. When he started fucking me hard and rutting into me with the power of the pleasure, I had to stifle that scream again. My hair fell forward over my face and my breasts bounced painfully in front of me.
It was like we’d both gone wild and lost our minds.
I sucked in a sharp breath to cool the cry that would have torn from my lips. At the same time that he squeezed my hips tighter and pounded home, jackhammering into his release.
I was already over the edge, my end just pushed me further and sent me into the arms of ecstasy. It severed me in two. Snapping me in half and then into several little pieces.
All pieces of me that luxuriated with pleasure.
God… my skin…
Fire…
My skin…it was on fire and the heat made me lightheaded.
Xander ran a hand over my back, down the curve and lingered there. The touch was so gentle and in contrast to how we’d been just seconds ago.
He pulled out of me and pulled me into his chest, flush against him, our bodies wet with sweat. I turned into the corded muscles of his chest but he cupped my face and gazed into my eyes.
“Be mine Jia… when this is over. Please be mine.” His eyes lightened now, another contrast to the heat that had filled them.
“I was always yours Xander Cage,” I replied.
That made him smile. “Thank you, I’m glad to hear it because you had me at hello.”
