Page 67 of Five Summers

It's amazing how Xander becomes so vulnerable to my touch. I absolutely love it. I lick my lips and savor the sweet milky drop forming on the tip.

He lets out a satisfied hum and gives himself a slow stroke. “Good girl, keep going,” he murmurs, causing me to almost purr in response.

Continuing my exploration, I gently swirl my tongue around the end of his sensitive tip. He lets out a deep, guttural groan, urging me to repeat the motion. His throat muscles contract as he swallows, craving for more. Craving for me.

I carefully suck, causing him to pulsate against the roof of my mouth. With one hand he runs his fingers through my hair while the other hand holds his cock. I widen my mouth, allowing him to slowly enter, stretching my lips. His jaw tenses as he goes deeper, reaching the depths of my throat and causing me to gag.

“Damn,” he groans, pulling out completely, causing a strand of saliva to form between us. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now with my cock in your mouth?” He thrusts back into my mouth, and I savor the way his body tenses.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling, and then opens them as if he doesn’t want to miss a second of what I’m doing.

The second I make eye contact with him, a primal growl escapes his lips as he tightly grips my hair in his fist. It’s the only warning I receive before he forcefully thrusts in and out of my mouth, with untamed intensity. I ease my throat, accommodating his increased pace.

“Holy fuck, it feels so good. I wanna feed you my cock every fucking day. Do you like the taste of my cock, Princess?”

Fuck me. Xander's dirty mouth has a way of arousing my senses. Saliva drips down my chin and tears escape from my eyes as I nod.

His chest heaves with a ragged inhale. “Then prove to me how much you enjoy it.”

Lifting myself higher on my knees, I take him in as deep as possible, savoring every inch.

I have never felt such a strong desire for someone like I do in this moment, and it’s all because of him. I increase the intensity of my suction, moving faster.

He lets out a moan, clearly enjoying what I’m doing. “Damn,” he breathes, thrusting his hips forward. “You’re going to make me come.” Another moan fuels my desire, urging me to pick up the pace.

“Fucking hell, Poppy,” he says, his muscles straining, and I can tell he’s so close. I savor the way my name rolls off his tongue. The tongue that expertly teased and pleased me until I couldn't hold back any longer.

Xander withdraws from my mouth. One hand squeezes my nipple while the other frantically works over his length, causing those prominent tendons and veins to flex.

“I'm dying to see your sexy tits covered in my cum.”

I lean back, arching my spine, raising them higher. My mind and heart are just bursting with excitement.

Pleasure floods his face as a muffled moan escapes his lips, and his milky liquid splashes onto my chest.

I feel a rush of heat as he spreads his release with his fingers. “Open your mouth,” he demands, his voice filled with authority.

When I comply, he pushes his fingers into my mouth. I eagerly suck them, cleaning off his taste.

A smug grin forms on his face. “That’s my dirty little princess,” he says, pulling me onto his lap and kissing me. “You're a real wild one, aren't you,” he remarks, giving me a thorough look, absorbing every little detail of my face. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Having faced numerous comments about my weight throughout the years, I am well aware that I am not perfect. However, the way he says it and the way he’s looking at me at this moment makes me feel like I just might be.

He embraces me tightly, planting a tender kiss on my shoulder before gently guiding me to the side. As he slips his hand into his pocket, I assume he’s retrieving a condom. However, to my astonishment, he pulls out two chocolate bars instead.

“Want one?” he asks, holding it out in front of me.

“Yeah, even though I know you never paid for it,” I laugh, playfully grabbing the chocolate bar from him.

Chapter twenty-two

Poppy

Another day goes by and my mother continues to give me the silent treatment. On the third day, just before she leaves for work, she finally breaks her silence and turns towards me.

“So, are you still being defiant? You know pursuing music will never bring you happiness. It won’t lead you anywhere.”

I look at my mother, her words piercing through me. The silent treatment was one thing, but now she’s attacking my dreams. Taking a deep breath, I calmly reply.

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