Page 156 of Five Summers

A sexy grin appears on the corner of his mouth as he replies, “You always were my fucking dirty little princess.”

He watches my every movement as I undo the button and zipper on his jeans. “Lift,” I instruct as I get up off him. When he complies, I pull down his jeans and boxers, checking out his hard cock as it springs out, softly brushing against his stomach.

Lying back on the bed, he puts his hands behind his head and watches me. My eyes immediately are drawn to the ink gracing the left side of his chest and trailing up his shoulder. It’s a captivating musical staff adorned with beautifully sprawled notes. However, what truly surprised me when I first saw it by the door was the vivid red poppy flower, accompanied by the elegant black script that reads, “You are special.” And I know exactly what he is referring to. It’s in response to those lyrics, to the song that is ours.

“I told you, you weren’t just some chick I fucked,” he says.

As my fingers trace down his chest, I notice goosebumps forming beneath my touch. And then, I see it - delicately written between the musical notes, my name. It’s small, yet intricate and beautiful. Overwhelmed, tears come to my eyes. What I see goes beyond words, beyond belief. He's been loving me for real, just like he told me today. This man who can have any woman in the world has chosen me. Me.

I have always loved him deeply, and held onto the hope that one day he would feel the same way about me. When he initially mentioned his feelings for me after finding out about Alex, I couldn’t help but have some doubts. I thought he might just be using one of his typical lines, trying to convince me to sleep with him. I feared that once the tour was over, he would leave me as he had done before. However, now that I see my namepermanently inked on his body, it solidifies the fact that he had loved me all along, just as I had loved him.

As he lies on the bed, his eyes cast downward, observing me closely, I lift my hand and touch him, tracing my fingers along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, savoring the rhythmic pulsation beneath my touch. Feeling bold, I lean forward and slide my tongue along it.

He lets out a groan while lowering his hand to his sides. His hands clench, as though he’s fighting the temptation to run his fingers through my hair and instruct me to open my mouth so he can feed me. His nostrils flare as I repeat the action.

“Poppy,” he utters, his voice filled with affection. I adore the way he pronounces my name as if I am his entire world.

A surprised squeal escapes me as he pulls me into his embrace, claiming my mouth with a passionate kiss. The intensity of his lips against mine reminds me of the familiar Xander I know, leaving me craving for more. Unable to resist, I gently bite down on his bottom lip, yearning for a deeper connection. His kiss grows stronger, his tongue tracing the contours of my lips, pleading for entrance. As I part my lips, I feel his self-control waver.

With a deep groan, one hand cradles the front of my neck while the other holds firmly onto my hip, anchoring me in place as he intensifies the kiss.

My senses ignite, causing me to whimper as I eagerly respond to the intense strokes of his tongue. I crave more of him, yearning for his taste, his scent, and the way he passionately kisses and caresses me.

A gentle pinch on my nipple elicits a hiss, urging me to grind against him. It feels like a switch has been flipped, reigniting desires that have been dormant for years, since the last time we were together like this, when I could freely embrace my deepest longings. I’m incredibly aroused right now, to the point whereI could scream. Gasping for air, I break away from the kiss and softly whisper, “I want you to fuck me.”

His expression shows how badly he wants me, as he grabs my hips and guides me closer, his cock teasing my wetness. He grabs my ass, signaling for me to rub against his erection.

“You don't have to ask to get off on my cock, Princess. Just fucking take it, you dirty girl.”

My stomach gets all knotted up as I feel the intense sensation every time I slide across his long shaft. Oh, my God. Every bump and vein feels as if it’s designed just for me to bring intense pleasure.

“Christ,” he breathes out as I glide along his length. “Your pretty pussy is drenching my cock.” The heat in his eyes intensifies as he grabs his cock. "Rub it on your clit," he says.

I wrap my fingers around him, taking control.

His eyes lower, fixated on watching my movements. “That’s it,” he whispers, with teeth clenched while I trace the delicate area.

A pleasurable moan escapes my lips as I indulge myself further.

“Feel good, huh?” he says.

“So good,” I say, but it’s not just the sensations that have me enthralled. It’s the way he gazes at me as if I’m the most alluring woman he’s ever laid eyes on. I’ve seen the tabloids showcasing the stunning women he’s been photographed with, and I know I’ll never measure up to them with the way they look. Yet, the way he looks at me makes me feel truly beautiful.

Xander’s lips part slightly and the desire in his eyes tells me he’s into it.

Moaning, I increase the speed of rubbing his cock against my clit. The sensation is overwhelming. I’m incredibly wet and on the verge of coming.

"Fuck, I can feel you throbbing on my cock," he breathes out, tilting his head back, eyes closed, hands gripping my hips hard. "You're so close," he says.

And now I want it even more. “I need you inside me when I come,” I confess.

He abruptly opens his eyes and sits upright, pulling me closer with his arm around my lower back. His deep, husky voice sends electrifying shivers down my spine as he whispers, “I want my cock buried inside you too.”

Goosebumps ripple across my skin, igniting a deep desire to explore every inch of his body.

Our eyes lock as he slowly enters me, stretching me to accommodate his every inch.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs, sliding his thumb down to pleasure my clit while I ride him.

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