Page 129 of Lassoed Love

“Yes,” I manage to say through a choked whisper, tears streamingdown my face.

“Of course, yes. Athousandtimes,yes.” A radiant smile breaks across his face, and he slides the ring onto my finger. The fit is perfect. He looks into my eyes, a depth of emotion reflected in his gaze.

Harrison whoops from behind us, and the girls giggle, followed by loud whistles. We both turn to look at our friends—our family—and spot Xavier’s father with his thumb and forefinger in his mouth, whistling loudly. Xavier’s mother, Grace, stands by his side, wiping tears from her eyes.

With a chuckle, Xavier suddenly scoops me up into his arms and twirls me around before kissing me senseless. His lips are warm and tender against mine, conveying all the love and passion he holds for me. It’s a kiss filled with promises of a future together, of endless love and unwavering support. I melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, lost in the moment and the overwhelming emotions coursing through me.

And just like that, the boy from my high school days—surrounded by those jerks, with his dark chocolate hair and icy blue eyes—who lingered in my mind foryears, is finallymine. Forever.

Seated on the lounge, I relax with my legs draped over Xavier’s lap while he traces circles on them softly. We’d all changed into our matching Christmas PJs not long ago, courtesy of Imogen. Trust herto come up with that kind of festive cheer.

While everyone is engrossed in ‘Home Alone’ playing on the TV, Xavier taps me on my thigh, drawing my attention away from the movie. With a playful wink, he nods towards the stairs. I raise my eyebrows in playful anticipation, smirking back at him. God, I need him right now. He takes that as his cue, standing up and announcing, “Righto, I’m heading upstairs. I’m knackered.”

Glancing at my phone, I see it’s only 8:54 pm. I shake my head, smiling. What an idiot. Way to make it obvious.

“But it’s only 9, you old fart,” Olivia chimes in, checking her own phone. Sweet girl. Sometimes, she can be so naïve. My cheeks flush even harder.

“Oh, he’s not going to sleep, little one,” Harrison blurts out with a snort.

“Ew,” Olivia makes a disgusted face, fake gagging. “Thanks a lot, Harrison.”

“Yeah, like we needed that mental image,” Michael adds with a wink.

“Boy, you gotta watch that mouth of yours,” Xavier’s dad throws in, and we all burst out laughing.

The girls dissolve into giggles, and Xavier rolls his eyes in mock exasperation.

“Right, goodnight. Merry Christmas Eve,” he salutes, before pulling me up from the couch and leading me upstairs. In a hurry, I wave to everyone, and Imogen just winks at me.

As he pulls me upstairs, Xavier rushes me into his room. Before Ican even take a moment to compose myself, he’s on me, his lips on my jaw, peppering me with open-mouthed kisses. I respond eagerly, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. Xavier’s touch sends a wave of tingling sensation through my body, stirring every nerve.

With a soft moan, I surrender to him, my body melting into his. As he continues to shower me with kisses, Xavier whispers to me, “Fuck, I love you. I’ve been waiting for this all fucking night.”Me, fucking, too.

His words send a chill racing down my back, and I pull him closer. Our lips meet, his tongue exploring mine, eliciting a deep, primal moan from deep within me. I let him guide me to his bed, our bodies moving as one. I push him to sit at the edge of the bed, and I start to peel off my clothes—starting with my shirt, leaving my chest bare for him, instantly. I watch as his eyes darken, as I move onto my shorts, shimmying them down my thighs, leaving in just my pink lace g-string. I sway my hips slightly, letting my hands trail down my chest, thighs before hooking into the waistband of my underwear.

“Don’t tease me, Isla,” he growls. “Take them off. Show that perfect pussy of yours.”

This newfound confidence of mine is in full swing, and I have no one to blame but Xavier. In a good way, of course. He’s made me realise that my body, with all its rolls, dips, curves, and cellulite, is beautiful just the way it is. And knowing that Xavier loves me exactly as I am is enough for me.

I do as he says, pulling my underwear down my thighs, revealingto him my glistening pussy. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. This is what he does to me, without any doubt.

“God, Isla,” he murmurs, breathless. “You’re fucking perfection.” He leans back on one arm, stretching out his thighs, adjusting to his growing bulge. He palms his erection through his shorts, probably trying to reduce the ache, and I watch him with pure satisfaction.

“Take your cock out,” I urge, and his eyes widen a fraction—no doubt surprised at my boldness.Not gonna lie, I am too.

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls, before sliding his shorts down his thighs, revealing his hardened cock, glistening at the tip with his pre cum. He grabs hold of it, pumping it once, twice, and I salivate at the mouth.

“You like watching me play with my cock, huh?” I nod.

“Play with those perfect titties of yours while you watch, baby,” he says in a low murmur, and I do as I’m told. I lift my hands to gently caress my boobs. His eyes are glued to me—his hand still pumping that monstrous cock of his.

He emits a low groan, pumping harder now and in the moment, I let my hands drift lower, to rub my now sensitive clit. “Oh, fuck.” He groans.

“Slip a finger inside. Show me how wet my girl is for me.”Oh boy.Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more turned on, I am now. I slip a finger inside and it glides easily through my folds. So slippery—fuck, I’m so wet.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes. “So good at listening. Now add in another.” And I do, moving them both in and out slowly. A growlerupts deep from his chest.

“Show me, baby. Bring those fingers here.” Slipping my now saturated fingers out, I move closer to him, pressing my body against his. With a teasing smile, I place my fingers into his mouth.

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