Page 157 of Five Summers

His kisses ignite a fire within me. The pleasure intensifies as waves of pure bliss cascade through me, one after another.

“Oh my god,” I gasp.

A deep growl escapes his throat as my pussy tightens around him, reaching the peak of my pleasure. His forehead rests against mine, his strong chest rising and falling, as if he, too, has just experienced his release. In a daze, I lean against him, my mind clouded with bliss.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in so close that there's no space left between us. It’s difficult to put into words the intensity of what I’m feeling right now. His breath softly lands on my face as our foreheads stay pressed together. I see the restraint in his features as he weaves his fingers through my hair, as he meets my gaze.

My heart quickens as I absorb the distinct features of his face, the piercing intensity in his eyes, and the clear torment etched on his expression. It’s clear that remaining motionless while he’s still inside me is agonizing for him, yet he restrainshimself to fulfill my desire. I lean forward, resting my lips against the shell of his ear.

“I need you to fuck me and make me yours.”

He gazes at me for a moment, before his hands firmly grab my ass, a look of desire masks his face, causing any self-restraint to vanish. Abruptly, he withdraws from me, and my heart sinks, feeling betrayed by the sudden loss. In an instant, I‘m lying on my back. The look in his eyes is undeniably menacing like a predator closing in on its prey.

“You already belong to me, Princess,” he proclaims. He drops to his knees in front of me. “Now fucking spread your legs.”

As soon as I do, he eagerly leans in, skillfully using his talented tongue to pleasure me, making me moan softly. As he explores my most sensitive areas, his hand glides up my body, playfully teasing my nipple. The sensation is so incredibly pleasurable that it almost makes me purr. It’s as if he’s memorized every single pleasure spot. With a playful touch, he circles my clit, driving me wild with desire. Growing impatient, I instinctively move my hips against his face, begging, “Xander, please, just fuck me.”

He laughs, leaning back and grinning at me. I can see my wetness on his chin, and he doesn't bother to wipe it away.

I groan in frustration. Asshole.

“How badly do you crave my cock?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. I’m fully aware that he is taunting me, making me work for it.

“What do you think, asshole?” I remark, digging my nails into his scalp and dragging his face back to my pussy.

His laughter sends pleasurable vibrations through me when he kisses my pussy. “You want it that bad, huh?”

I bite my bottom lip, my gaze fixed on him. All I can manage is a nod as his thumb softly circles around my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he remarks, moving his hand away and aligning the tip of his cock with my entrance. “Take a deep breath,” he whispers, leaning forward to place tender kisses along my stomach. And then he thrusts forward.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my mouth dropping open in surprise.

Rising onto his knees, he firmly holds onto my hips. I tremble with anticipation as he pulls back before thrusting into me, over and over again. His hold on my hips is so tight, that I know there will be marks when this is done. The way he fucks me, the way he consumes me, and the pleasure he sends through my body cause my legs to tremble.

“Xander,” I whisper, my hand stretching out towards him, consumed by a powerful longing that I struggle to fully grasp. All I am certain of is that my desire for him surpasses anything I have ever yearned for. His gaze, so penetrating, completely captivates me. I am amazed by the sheer intensity with which he looks at me.

“I love you,” he whispers, his movements gradually slowing. The palpable energy between us transforms into something tangible, something undeniably real. As he fucks me, the rhythm builds and it feels so good it makes my toes curl.

I lift my hips, meeting his deep thrusts, adding to our fiery dance. With every penetration, I let go, getting lost in the rhythm. My hands glide down his back, loving the strength of his muscles as they flex with every thrust.

“Xander,” I moan.

Every time he slides into me, I feel myself unraveling. He embeds himself deep within my very essence. He has never fucked me like this before. It’s like he’s starving for my touch, but can’t satisfy his craving. A sudden realization strikes me. He wants to dismantle the barriers that separate us. This is the Xander I remember, unguarded and vulnerable. He’s inviting me to take the plunge with him into the depths of his soul. I tracethe stubble on his jawline, marveling at his breathtaking beauty. His dark brown eyes meet mine as he holds me close, cherishing the moment and sealing it in his memory forever. He’s not just physically inside me, it’s so much more profound than that. It’s everything I’ve longed for, this connection with him. Xander Williams doesn’t just fuck, he worships with every fiber of his being.

As our fingers intertwine, he lifts one of my hands above my head, while his other hand explores the space between us, tending to my sensitive clit. Every deep thrust draws out a whimper, bringing me closer to the edge. I part my lips, intending to plead for a moment’s respite, but I end up moaning. I bite down on my bottom lip, attempting to stifle my moans, but it’s pointless. My grip on the sheet tightens as I feel my orgasm approaching.

“Fucking hell,” he says.

His next deep thrust takes me by surprise, and I release in an intense rush, my primal moan echoing through the room.

Xander suddenly freezes, his expression transforming into one of genuine concern. “Are you okay?” He asks.

“So much better than just okay,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

His ragged breaths, uneven and raw, give way to deep moans as he thrusts in and out of me. Pleasure contorts his sharp features as he shudders through his release. I can feel his breath warm against my chest when he collapses against me, and I lovingly thread my fingers through his damp hair. He holds me tightly, unwilling to let go as he catches his breath. After a few lingering moments, he lifts his gaze to meet mine.

“Fucking hell. I’ve replayed our earlier days in my mind for so many years, but it was nothing like this.” His mouth twists into a vulgar grin. “So, is it clear now that you're mine? Becausethis time, there's no fucking way I'm letting you go.” His eyes lock onto mine, filled with intensity as he awaits my response.

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