His words are all I need.
I cry out, the sound loud in the stillness of the night. He thrusts one last time, burying himself deep. He groans, his grip tightening on my hips as he comes.
Xavier pulls out and spins me around before he leans down and kisses me, his lips soft and sweet.
“Again.”
My eyes widen. “Again?”
“I’m not done with you.”
I glance down, seeing that his cock is already hard again. “Are you sure?” I ask, my voice hesitant.
Xavier smirks. “I’m sure.”
He drops to his knees, spreading my thighs, his gaze roaming over my skin. “I love seeing my cum on you. Look at it dripping from your pussy.”
I lean against the tree, gripping the bark for support. “Oh, fuck.”
He dips his head and laps at the creamy fluid with his tongue, then uses it to cover my clit. I grip the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, as he sucks, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
I arch into him. Xavier continues to lick and suck, his tongue sliding in and out of me. The sensations are too much, and I come again, my muscles clenching around him.
He pulls away, a satisfied expression on his face. “We taste fucking incredible.”
“Erm, thank you?”
Xavier grins, wipes his chin, and stands. He grabs me by the throat and yanks me to him, his mouth slamming onto mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, the flavor salty and sweet. The kiss is savage. Brutal.
“Tell me how badly you need me,” he says against my lips.
“Badly.”
“That’s not good enough. If you want my cock, you’re going to have to beg for it. Say you want to get fucked.”
My pussy clenches. I moan, my body heating even more. “Fuck me.”
His nostrils flare and his eyes flash with lust. “Now say, ‘Please.’”
“Please, Xavier.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Xavier lines his cock up with my entrance and slides in, filling me with one stroke. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his shirt. He begins to thrust, his pace slow and deliberate. I follow his lead. It’s no less intense, but there’s a tenderness to it that confuses me.
It’s no longer carnal fucking. It’s… loving.
My eyes narrow in confusion, even as my body coils, my ecstasy building again.
“What is it?” he asks. When I shake my head, he stops fucking me. “Tell me. Now.”
I swallow hard, knowing I’m about to ruin the mood. “Something’s changed.”
Xavier stiffens. “What do you mean?”
“You’re different.”
He doesn’t respond.
