“You’re a fucking asshole, do you know that?”
“Yes.”
I would laugh if my mouth wasn’t full of silk. Xavierisan asshole. My asshole.
“Fine. But I get to watch.”
“No.” Then he hangs up.
My eyes are wide as he tosses my phone to the side. It rings instantly, but he ignores it.
Holy shit. He is unhinged.
He is seriously fucking crazy. But it kind of feels like the perfect kind of crazy for me.
Xavier doesn’t even make eye contact with me before he turns the vibrator back on. My back arches at the sudden onslaught to my clit, the heat that died down to a simmer for that brief phone call now back to burning.
I strain against the cuffs, breathing heavily through my nose, and close my eyes, because the burning is white hot. Holy shit, it’s too much.
But then there is a new pressure at my entrance, thick and heavy. I don’t need to open my eyes to confirm what he’s doing, but I do anyway.
Xavier’s entire concentration is on his own dick as it slides into my pussy alongside the vibrator. His abs contract the deeper he slides. I feel so fucking full, it almost hurts.
My moan is muffled by the material in my mouth and my tongue is fucking dry, but holy shit does my pussy feel wet. The vibrator is pressed so firmly against my G-spot that my vision is going dark at the edges.
He finally pushes the last few inches in, and the closeness forces the toy hard up against me, leaving my clit nowhere to escape. The intense sensation of being double stuffed and vibrated literally everywhere is too much, and I scream as loud as I fucking can, needing to release the tension.
But I barely make any noise.
Xavier glances up, the darkness in his gaze only made more intense by the smirk on his face. My focus narrows to him and the space between my thighs; nothing else fucking matters.
I’m his. He’s mine.
There is absolutely nothing that will change that.
He owns me.
He pushes my leg back up toward my chest, then rolls me onto my side, spreading me as wide as possible before he starts thrusting into me. I feel his thighs connect with mine, jolting me a little. His free hand must be holding the toy in place because it doesn’t move.
The initial stretch and discomfort of having both him and the toy inside of me is gone now. Everything about this feels so good.
Closing my eyes, I relax back against the pillow and just feel it all.
My tits fucking ache, and I wish there was someone here to pinch and squeeze them. But there isn’t. There’s only the two of us.
My brain is completely fried, and I think I must still be moaning or maybe even screaming because my throat hurts, but I can feel the edge coming. It’s so close. Everything is hot.
The slide of him in and out of me, the thick fullness. I don’t want it to stop.
But the vibrations are sending fire from my clit, out through my pelvis, up into my stomach. Every thrust bumps the toy more firmly against my clit and deeper inside of me.
Desperation claws at my throat. Streaks of lightning zap down my spine. Everything is white hot. It’s too much.
It’s too much. It’s too much.
Xavier’s pace picks up and my eyes open, our gazes colliding as a little drop of sweat runs down his temple. His pupils are blown wide, and seeing him as fucked up as I am sends me over the edge.
I explode, curling up toward him as pleasure slams into me, the vibrations against my clit relentless, forcing me higher and higher, until I’m touching the goddamn sun. Every muscle in my body has clenched against the overstimulation.
