I part my lips, and he slides his cock inside, the taste of him instantly filling my mouth. He thrusts, a shallow stroke, and he closes his eyes, a moan escaping him. The sound has me squirming.
Xavier moves his hips, the motion slow and even, allowing me to breathe through my nose. I take as much of his cock as I can by relaxing my throat, but I still struggle. When I lean back, he grips my hair with both hands, cradling my skull while holding me in place.
“Don’t stop,” he grits out.
He drives into my mouth so hard I gag, and tears well up in my eyes. But I don’t stop. I keep sucking his cock, the wet noises of me choking on him loud in the quiet room.
“Fuck, Delilah,” he says on a groan. The sound is so desperate it’s like he’s praying. To me. “Look at me.”
When I lift my gaze, his eyes are already on me, staring at me from behind the mask. The effects of my arousal drips down my thighs, pooling beneath me on the altar.
“Don’t swallow,” he says.
The warning comes just before his cum lands on my tongue. I swirl it around the head of his cock while he fills my mouth, his thrusts continuing long after he’s spent. It causes some of the liquid to leak from my mouth and trail down my chin.
After withdrawing his cock, Xavier reaches down and wipes a drop from the corner of my mouth. He slides his thumb over my lips, smearing his cum on them. “Kiss the altar, and then you can swallow.”
I lean down, placing a soft kiss on the wood as the rest of his cum glides down my throat. While my head is bent and my chest is pressed against the flat surface, Xavier moves to kneel behind me on the altar, grabbing the material of my dress.
“No chains this time,” he says. “Pity.” He lifts my skirts and then tears my panties. “Open your legs.”
I spread them as wide as I can, my ass in the air. Xavier reaches between my thighs and runs a finger through the seam of my pussy, his touch eager.
“So wet for me.”
I smile at the approval in his voice. He teases me, his fingers dancing along my flesh, igniting sparks of pleasure. But that’s not where I want him. Where Ineedhim.
“Xavier, please.”
“Sounds like my girl has finally learned how to beg.”
He lines his cock up with my entrance and pushes in, filling me, the sensation perfect. He withdraws completely and thrusts into me again, his movements slow and even.
“Faster,” I gasp.
Xavier grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me up until my back is flush with his chest. The angle has his cock driving into me harder, deeper. He reaches around to grab my throat, slamming me down on his cock again and again.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice rough. “You can take it.”
He continues to pound into me, his pace relentless, the rhythm punishing. My entire body shakes, and I grip his forearm resting on my chest to brace myself. I dig my nails into his arm when he fucks me even harder, his movements now frenzied. My orgasm is close, the pressure too much and the lack of air making my lungs spasm.
“I can feel you,” he murmurs in my ear, his mask pressed against my cheek. “Your cunt squeezing me, trying to hold onto me. Let go.”
He releases his tight grip on my neck, and I gasp. My muscles tighten as the world spins and ecstasy overwhelms my body. Xavier follows me over the edge, his release triggered by mine.
“Fuck, Delilah.”
He drives into me once, twice more before going still. We stay like that, with his arms wrapped around me and his cock buried inside me. I smile at the feeling of contentment. Of belonging.
Xavier is the only home I’ll ever need.
After several moments, he pulls out and disentangles himself from me to stand. I sit on the altar and watch him take off his mask, tuck it into his back pocket, and fix his clothing.
I pat the empty space next to me, and he shakes his head.
“Don’t move.”
Chapter 58
