Page 87 of Twisted Mates
I clench my walls around him, strangling his dick, loving the obscene sounds our bodies are making. “I’m so close. Choke me harder.”
“Goddess, Alexia, I’m going to fill you up. Come for me,” he growls in my ear, squeezing my throat just tight enough.
And that does it. His words, his grip on me... it’s so much, it’s everything I need to come apart just like he’s begging me to.
“Xander!” I cry, the word coming out a strangled sob.
“That’s it, take it all.”
He pushes further and my body accepts the knot at the base of his shaft. I’ll never get enough of him. The way he stretches and fills me. And he will never get enough of me taking it. His body shudders and I moan his name as he locks into place. I come, squeezing his knot, drawing out every drop he has to give.
His sweat-covered body rests above mine as we catch our breath. He moves his fingers inside me a couple more times before slowly removing them. I savor the feeling as his knot deflates, leaving me deliciously sore. He kisses the side of my neck and pulls out.
He’s quiet for a moment and I look at him over my shoulder. His gaze is fixated between my legs, watching his cum slide down my thighs. He steps forward and lifts his thumb as if he plans to wipe it away.
“Don’t. I want to feel you on my skin all night.”
He groans. “You’re tempting me to take you again. Be careful, Alexia.”
“Is that supposed to deter me?”
Xander kisses my forehead and takes my panties from his pocket. “You’re a brat.” He makes to get on his knees to help me back into them, but I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Keep them. A souvenir from the first time you fucked me on your throne.”
He grins and pushes the lace back into his pocket. “First time of many, I can promise you that.”
I smirk and run my fingertip down the center of his chest. “You have forever to keep that promise.”
He captures my hand and presses his lips to my fingertips. “Forever.”
