Page 58 of Lassoed Love

“Take my cock out, Isla.” He voices.Fuckity fuck fuck.This is happening. I am really going to do this. I move my hands to his belt, unbuckling it with a clack as I move it out of the way. My hands are shaking; I can’t fucking stop it.

“Hey,” he says softly. “We don’t have to do this. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”My heart.It aches. Where did this guy come from? Why does he have to be soperfect? Ugh.

“N-no. I want to,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I want this.”

He hums so low, the sound resonating audibly despite the pouring rain hitting his car. Then, with a sudden move, he takes off his hat and throws it to the side. He shakes his head, water droplets falling onto his chest, before raking his hands down his long mane. His hair—his damn hair—it’s become an obsession of mine.

“I’ll help you. Unzip my shorts.” I do exactly that, wasting no time. My shaky hands latch on to his zipper, pulling it down. He lifts his hips up slightly to make moving his shorts and briefs down much easier. His cock springs free and I freeze.What the fuck… do I do with that?!

Had you asked me a few weeks ago—or better yet,yearsago—if I’d be sitting in front of Xavier Mitchell, with his cock out in front of me, I would have just laughed at the absurd thought.

Look at me now.

His cock is fucking huge. Likehuge,huge. I have never seen a more good looking penis in my life. He ismuchbigger than Justin, I’ll tell you that. He is also uncut… something I have not experienced before. There is no way he’s going to fit. RIP to my pussy.

“Jesus fucking Christ. How do you keep all of…That…tucked away in there?” I say, exhaling a breath in disbelief.

He laughs, tilting his head back against the seat—it's so deep, so masculine—smooth like a fine whiskey. “You’re cute, princess.” Thatnickname…he’s mentioned it a few times tonight, and it makesme flutter—Every. Single. Damn. Time.

His thick thighs are nothing but muscle, dusted with dark hair. Fuck, I’d known Xavier was attractive, fuck, but him sitting in front of me with his shorts halfway down his huge thighs, rigid cock on display in the back seat of his car, is absolutely devastating. Is this even real? Or am I dreaming?

“Touch me, baby. Wrap your hand around me,” he goads. Nope…Definitely not dreaming.

This position is so fucking awkward, I’m seated in front of him, resting my ass half on the centre console, and my knees now on the floor—I’m not exactly the smallest of girls. Thankfully, his backseat actually has quite a bit of room for the both of us—yet, I’m just too fucking horny to care.

Xavier’s gaze follows me as I trace the thick vein down his shaft.

His breathing grows heavier as I wrap my hand around him gently, impressed by the girth. My fingers don’t even touch.How?

Surely this is going to do some damage… and I start to rethink all of my decisions as nerves start to kick in. He places his large hand over mine, urging me to move up and down, giving mine a squeeze.

“You don’t need to be gentle. You can use more pressure.”

I sigh, stroking him from root to tip with an eager hand, applying pressure—his bulbous head now leaking precum at the top. His skin is so velvety smooth. I could touch him all day.

“That’s it, good girl. Keep doing that,” he groans, as he watches me intently. Fuck, I want to taste him—I need to. I want to learn everything he likes. I want to be good at this forhim.

His groans spur me on, and I build up the courage to replace my hand with my tongue. I start tentatively at first, licking the tip, tasting his arousal—warm and salty. I hum in the moment and he growls. “Fuck,yess. Do that again,” he hisses.Oh my.

I continue to hum on his cock as I wrap my lips over his head, my mouth stretching wide open to accommodate his girth. Feeling brave, I cup his balls with my other hand, massaging them softly, and his hips surge forward as he hisses through his teeth, groaning loudly. His arousal continues to coat my tongue as I switch between deep sucks and long strokes of my tongue. Xavier’s hands find my hair, grabbing two fistfuls, gently guiding my head up and down as I move.

“If you keep going with that, Isla, I’m not going to last. The thought of coming in your hot mouth sounds like fucking heaven… but I need to fuck you.”Well fuck.

“Come here,” he growls, beckoning me to sit up.

His entire body shudders as I give him one last suck. He lets out a hiss of air when I release him before sitting back up. He grabs me by the waist, settling me over him and when his cock nudges my pussy through my undies, I just about melt—right then and there. I whimper.

“You ready?” he quips, smirking at me.

“Yess,”I moan.

“Take off your undies. Show me that beautiful pussy. Show me what I’m about to fuck.” I’m pretty sure I amthatwet, that it is now dripping down my inner thighs.

I lift and hook my underwear with two fingers and pull them down, carefully manoeuvring over him to take them off. I throw them to the side of the seat. I sit back on the console, spreading my legs—my dress still resting in front of my thighs.C’mon, you literally just sucked the man’s dick—there is no time to be shy now, girl.

“Lift your dress a little for me.”

I hesitate, feeling helpless as my insecurities start to surface. But after a moment, I do as he says, moving it up hesitantly and I swear his eyes darken—his eyes molten, the blue all but swallowed by the black of his pupils.

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