I want to tell him to stay, but that isn’t a luxury we can afford. “I thought you would be rushing off home so you can sort yourself out in the shower,” I tease, gesturing to the bulge in his pants.
“Is it shameful to admit I have done that too many times since meeting you?”
My laugh slips out. “What do you think about?”
His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Your pouty lips wrapped around me. I imagine myself fucking your mouth.”
A surge of power overcomes me. This is a man who refrained from having sex with his wife for two years. Yet, he is weak for me. “Show me.”
Xavier frees himself with no hesitation. His hard cock stands up like a soldier ready for battle. He holds his hand over. “Spit.”
Taking it one step further, I pull two of his fingers into my mouth and suck them. His shaft twitches in his other hands. Our eyes meet as I take his fingers as far down my throat as I can. When I gag, Xavier groans and pumps himself faster. Releasing him, I sit back and enjoy the show.
“You enjoy watching me touch myself?”
My core aches as if it wasn’t soothed only a few hours ago. There’s something so appealing about watching a CEO touch himself for me. I pinch my hardening nipples through my t-shirt.
“I know you’re sore, but show me that greedy pussy.”
Unable to deny him anything, I pull my shorts and panties down before laying on my back. I spread my legs and use my fingers to spread my folds apart.
“Touch yourself,” he begs. “Play with that swollen clit.”
My fingers disappear between my legs as I find my sensitive nub. I hiss at the sensation. I can feel how swollen I am after my session with Huxley. I palm my breasts as the pleasure takes over.
“Put one finger in.”
I start with one, but after a few minutes, I’ve added another. My back is arching off the bed as an orgasm slowly approaches. I tilt my head to see Xavier staring at my bared womanhood, working his hands up and down faster and faster. “You like watching me fuck myself?”
He grunts. “Taste yourself. Suck your fingers clean.”
I grin at him before I rub my fingers against my lips. Then, while locking eyes with him, I lick my fingers before suckingthem clean. I force them as far back as I can, knowing the gagging will turn him on.
Xavier is sitting between my legs. His grinding his entire length up and down my pussy. He pulls my legs up and holds them together before he’s fucking my thighs like it’s my pussy. “You’re so wet,” he groans. “Look at my cock disappearing between that swollen pussy.” Every time he thrusts up, he brushes my clit and makes me moan.
“You’re going to make me come like this.”
“I need to fuck you,” he begs. “I know you’re sore, but can you do that for me?” He’s already pried my legs apart and lined himself against my opening.
I wince when he pushes in and screw my eyes shut.
Xavier moves slowly. “I know you’re sore, baby. I know. But you’re doing such a good job.” He teases me by inserting just the tip and pulling out again and again. He gently tugs on my clit.
“Xavier,” I moan.
He’s halfway in now. “I can’t help myself. It’s just feels so good, and you’re so good at taking my cock. You’re so good at stretching that hole and milking me dry.” He’s thrusting in and out at full force. “Come for me. Come on this cock. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper. “I’m only yours.”
“That’s my girl.” His lips are on mine as we both join each other in blissful oblivion.
I stare at the bookshelf where I know the camera recorded my every move. He knew everything. It’s why he never acted in retaliation or anger. That’s how he always managed to find time to plan and execute a foolproof strategy. His actions last night were anything but. Mia’s and Jordan’s death was a loose end that won’t be so easily tied away. Xavier was angry that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him, so he retaliated on a whim.He made a mistake.
“This room holds many fond memories for me,” he says, leaning against the door.
“Me too. I was just thinking about one, actually.”
His smile makes me feel sick. “Which one? I can play the recording back if you’d like?”