Page 58 of Five Summers

As the pleasure intensifies, I feel my body responding, my pussy clenching around him, tightening around him, reaching its peak, sending waves of ecstasy rushing through me. Gasping for air, my body moves with urgency as my inner muscles maintain a tight hold on him.

“Fuck,” Xander groans, his intense gaze locked on me. “That’s it, let go. Let this cock be the first to satisfy you.”

I moan in ecstasy as waves of pleasure ripple through my body. However, my vision is obscured. Everything appears as a hazy blur of light. The only clear image is his body hovering above mine. Our eyes lock. His thrusts intensify, delivering immense pleasure. All I can see is him, ravishing me, fucking me. His lustful eyes watch me as he stimulates my clit. My pussyquivers and clenches around his cock, sending tiny spasms of delight. If this is what sex is like, it’s no wonder Xander indulges in it with anyone who catches his eye. I want to keep doing this with him over and over again until my body can no longer endure it.

And then my whole body gets all warm and tingly, and I feel this amazing rush of pleasure. It’s as if a fiery sensation is coursing through every nerve ending. He increases the speed of rubbing my swollen nub, and I can feel myself pulsating around his cock.

I keep my eyes locked on Xander, who is watching me with intense fascination, as I cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh my fucking god, Xander!”

He continues to stimulate my clit until the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

“Fuck,” he groans, his face contorting beautifully as he leans into me and releases his seed. I can feel the tremor in him, his breath coming out in short bursts against my neck as he slowly rides out the rest of his orgasm.

He stays like that, his face nestled in the curve of my neck, as he inhales deeply.

It feels like my legs are disconnected from the rest of my body, completely devoid of any sensation. After that intense orgasm, my entire body feels relaxed and limp, as if it has turned to jelly. It takes me a while to register that Xander has spoken.

“Are you okay, Princess?” he asks, keeping his face in the crook of my neck.

When I don’t answer, he lifts his body up to look at me.

“Poppy,” he says in a worried tone, his fingers softly stroking my cheek.

As our eyes meet, a warm smile spreads across my face. “You know, you're pretty good at that,” I tell him, not sure why I'msaying it out loud. It feels like something that should stay in my head.

His face lights up with a confident, cocky grin. “I might have a few moves,” he says teasingly, leaning in to kiss me. “You sure you're alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” I assure him.

He softly kisses my lips and then pulls out. He turns away to discard the condom, hiding it in the nearby bush concealed among the towering trees.

Feeling suddenly awkward, I have no clue what to do now. I have no idea what to do after sex. Will things now get awkward between us? And what will Xander do? What if he just takes off? I remember him mentioning that he simply finds a wet spot to satisfy his needs and then he bails. Even though it's my first time, I can't expect him to be any different from his usual self - a guy who doesn't seem to give a damn about anyone.

I take advantage of Xander’s back turned to me. Sitting up, I adjust my skirt and retrieve my bra from the hood of the car.

Glancing up, I notice Xander has already put on his jeans and is reaching for his shirt.

Once I’m dressed, I climb down from the hood of the car, feeling uncertain about my next move. I avoid making eye contact with Xander, not knowing how to behave or which emotions I should be feeling.

“Can I have my underwear, please?” I ask, the frustration evident in my voice as I extend my palm up towards him.

When he doesn't answer, I look up and notice how intensely he's staring at me.

“No, I’m keeping them,” he says, zipping up his jeans.

“Why?”

“Because they belong to me.”

Pervert. I suddenly wonder if he has some twisted habit of keeping souvenirs from the girls he’s fucked.

Without uttering a word, I watch him walk toward the rear of the car to retrieve his bag from the back seat. I assume he’s about to leave like he said he typically does, but to my surprise, he comes back to the front of the vehicle where I am standing. He snatches the whisky bottle from off the hood and stuffs it into his satchel, then pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

The air crackles with tension as he lights up a cigarette. I’m at a loss for both words and actions because, deep down, I know that despite the incredible orgasm I just experienced with Xander; I am merely another name on his extensive list of conquests.

“What’s the problem, Princess?” he asks, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His gaze remains fixed on the landscape ahead.

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