Page 17 of Masked Love

Once I was naked, I pretended I was completely confident in my own skin and waved a hand at his body. “Your turn to finish.”

Removing the rest of his clothes was more methodical and less haphazard than what I’d done. He was the epitome of sex. He oozed it. How could a person have so many different facets to themselves? Xander was professional, serious, funny, outgoing, strong, and confident, but he showed periods of vulnerability. Now, he emitted pure sex, and I wanted to get to know every inch of him, inside and out.

Shit. I tried not to be insecure about my leaner body. Xander had narrow hips and muscular thighs, and in between it all stood a very solid, thick cock. And I couldn’t wait to feel it stretch and fill me.

He sauntered over to me and pressed our bodies together. God, the fire coming off his skin was to die for, as if that oozing sexy vibe emitted real heat. He was so solid and… safe. That was the strongest thing I felt around him. That I was protected and safe. I trusted him.

When our dicks happened to touch, it sent a wave of electricity throughout my body, and I shuddered. We’d barely done anything yet, and I was about to combust from arousal overload.

“Take me,” I whispered. “Do what you want. Own me.” I’d never talked like that before, but it was exactly what I wantedhim to do. He could use me any way he saw fit, and I’d be happy for the rest of my life.

Xander’s blue eyes turned black with my words, and he leaned in close to my ear. “You sure about that, Gorgeous? Because I can get quite rough. I will truly own your body.”

I quickly nodded, my body trembling in anticipation, making my dick throb. “I want it.”

“We could make love instead.”

“No. We can do that later. Right now, I’m just too damn hot for you. I want to experience everything you like.”

He removed my glasses, set them gently on the table, then fisted my hair once more, and slammed our mouths together as he started the process of ownership over me. He used his entire body in the kiss, and I melted, giving in to his raw power—Another Xander mask I was quickly learning and loving.

The next thing I knew, my body was spun and shoved face down on the cold glass table with my arm pinned behind me. Holy shit. Scary. Arousing. I wanted more. But I was also slightly terrified, which only heightened my need for him to claim me.

“You sure about this, Gorgeous?” he rumbled in my ear again, leaning over my back.

I nodded.

“Say the words.”

“Yes, I want it. So much. Take me, Xander. Use me.”

He pushed off me with a growl that sent another heated wave straight to my balls. “Don’t move,” he said as he reached for his pants and pulled out a condom and a packet of lube from his wallet. He tore the condom wrapper and rolled it over his generous cock, then set the lube packet aside on the table.

Soon, he stood behind me and ran his hand across the skin of my back and down to my ass. “So soft. You have stunning skin, Gorgeous.”

If I thought he was going to prep me with his fingers as my other partners had simply done, I was sorely mistaken. Xander dropped to his knees and spread my cheeks open. My heart suddenly stopped when he swiped his tongue over my hole.

“Oh, god!” I’d never been rimmed before.

See? Totally vanilla.

I nearly melted into the table as my muscles grew completely relaxed under his expert tongue, probing and licking. Who knew this would feel so damn good? His hot breath ghosted the sensitive skin as he nipped and sucked on those nerves, slowly working me open more and more.

“So good…” I mumbled.

“You like that? Do you want more of my tongue?”

“Please.”

Xander wasted no time going back to consuming my ass.

My cock was hard as a rock and leaking like hell, while my balls were already heavy and aching for their release. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he reached for the lube and poured some into his hand. His first oily finger went digging and exploring until he hit that spot, causing lights to dance behind my eyelids. I was pretty sure I said something, though it came out as incoherent gibberish.

“You’re fucking clay, Greyson. You damn near mold and shape yourself, bending to my will. So fucking sexy.”

By the time he used his third finger, I was ready. I couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t get inside me pronto, I was going to explode without him.

“I’m mush, but I need you in me… now.”

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