Page 191 of Five Summers

Startled by a sudden, sharp tug on my ankle, I let out a small squeak of surprise. When I look down, his handsome face is just inches from me.

"Don't move," he says, his voice all smooth and rough, while the fire in his eyes gives me chills. My whole body craves his touch, but it never comes.

His eyes lock with mine, and with a swift motion, he lifts my leg and positions it effortlessly over his shoulder. Now I wish I’d stayed over by the wall because once he devours me, I won't have the strength to stay upright. That’s what this man does. It's not just about him fucking me, he worships every inch of my body. As he lowers his face, zeroing in on my pussy, I’m getting more turned on as I wait for him to touch me.

It's like a shiver down my spine when his fingers graze my inner thigh. A tightness settles across his face, a sign of his self-control. My senses get sharper, and my heart starts racing as he moves in closer and skillfully uses his tongue.

Damn, his tongue on my skin is so captivating, like pure bliss, arousing me with every intentional stroke. I can't help but moan when he touches me like that. As he lifts his gaze, he watches me while his tongue traces a teasing path along my inner thighs.

Every time he glides his tongue over a new spot, he gives it a little kiss.

With every touch of his tongue, he knows just how to push me to the edge. I close my eyes tight and grip my hands at my side, desperately trying not to ride his face the second his tongue touches my clit.

“Xander,” I say, my voice barely a whisper when his teasing gets too much and his tongue avoids that sensitive spot.

He knows exactly what he's doing, giving me that cocky grin, making me want it so much more.

"Please," I gasp, biting my lip so hard it actually hurts. Finally, I feel his touch where I ache the most. My thighs quiver as he delicately explores the contours of my most intimate area.A potent blend of arousal and wetness engulfs me, leaving my senses in a state of blissful surrender.

Xander abruptly stops, then takes in a long, deep breath to capture the essence of my scent. The deep, primal sound he makes causes my nipples to stiffen and my heart to race.

“Xander,” I squirm as he slowly trails his tongue along the length of my folds. While he skillfully teases, his eyes never leave mine, and I can't help but make some weird, strange noise. Overwhelmed with pleasure, my grip on his hair tightens when he changes direction, tormenting me with deliberate, torturous circles of his tongue.

He stops again, and the way he torments me makes me feel a mix of both love and hate. I let out a tense breath and I catch sight of a smirk spreading across his face. He's purposely being an asshole. Teasing me brings him a great deal of enjoyment.

“Tell me how much you want it, Princess,” he says.

I let out a groan, and he smirks back at me.

"If you don't finish what you started, I'll ride your face,” I say.

"Fuck, that's gonna be hot," he says, leaning in and licking my clit.

The sensations he's giving me are driving me insane and I whimper like crazy. Waves of pleasure hit harder and harder and I can’t help but tilt my head back and get lost in this incredible feeling.

As I run my fingers through his hair, I feel the soft strands between my fingertips, gripping tightly as I succumb to the overwhelming desire and grind against his face. The idea of him stopping is unimaginable. I crave the electrifying sensation of his touch and the pleasure he brings me.

My legs quiver as he circles and teases my sensitive spot again and again. “Oh, my god, Xander,” I yell, as he expertlyapplies the perfect amount of pleasure. I’m close, so close. I tighten my fingers in his hair as my orgasm hits.

I take a few seconds to pull myself together and collect my thoughts. Once I do, I look down at him to find him staring up at me, giving me that cocky look like he just broke the world record for giving me the best orgasm.

“You’re so fucking hot when you do that,” he says, placing a tender kiss on my pussy.

Standing, he claims my mouth with his own, igniting a fiery connection between us. As his tongue invades my mouth, I willingly submit, savoring the familiar taste that lingers within.

When he pulls back from the kiss, his chest rises and falls as if he’s struggling to catch his breath. I watch his tongue glide across his parted lips, savoring the taste of me in his mouth. Then he turns and as he walks over to the bed, he pulls off his shirt and then effortlessly sheds his jeans. Sitting down, he rests back on one elbow while his other hand strokes his hard cock, catching my full attention.

"Come here and ride me, Princess," he demands, giving me a heated look.

I can’t help but check out his flawless body, that tattoo on his chest, and well, everything else. He’s the epitome of sex, the fantasy of every girl, and he’s mine. Mine to fuck and love until the end of time.

I move forward, but I have no desire to ride him just yet; instead, I want to savor the anticipation and have a little fun with him first.

His eyes watch as I approach and kneel in front of him. Knowing how much he enjoys watching what I do to him, I use my fingers to spread the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. Then I lift them to my mouth and lick them clean.

The sound of his deep groan brings a smirk to my face.

“Fuck, that’s such a turn-on,” he says, grabbing his cock in his hand. “Kiss it.”

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