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“You look real good with your mouth full like that, Ryah.”
The way he praised me had me so damn wet, and the grin he wore told me he knew it too. I gripped him, stroking in time with my movements as I rose and fell, working faster. Needing his release.
His hips rocked as he drove himself deeper. Over and over and over. “Fuck!” His jaw clenched, and his head angled back. “I’m gonna…fuck.”
I sucked harder.
He growled my name when he bucked into me once. Twice. His cum shot loose, flooding the back of mythroat. I swallowed and swallowed again. His chest heaved with the roughness of his breaths until slowly, his movements eased, and his body grew slack.
“Christ, dream girl,” he said, his voice ragged as he grabbed me, dragging me up until my hips sat over his face. I gasped as he lined my slit with his mouth. “Now I’m fuckin’ hungry.” His hands landed on my ankles, then raked north until they stopped at the inside of my knees. I loosed a sharp gasp when he spread them farther apart, sinking me down to him.
“Xavier,” I breathed.
“Hold on to the headboard,” he instructed, then tugged my thong aside. His arctic eyes turned savage with need as he grazed a finger over my wet pussy. “This all for me.”
Forhim. Because of him. I trailed my tongue along the back of my teeth and nodded.
“Say it out loud for me. I wanna hear it.”
“It’s for you.”
He growled. “You gonna ride my face now?”
“Yes.”
A slight nod. “Come on, then.”
I lowered myself the rest of the way, and his mouth hunted my clit. His teeth grazed it, nipping gently before he stroked it with his tongue. He dipped one of his fingers inside of me, then another a second later. They curled forward, hitting my G-spot.
The pants that broke from me were wild to the point of feral. I rocked my hips, grinding into him. A sheen of sweat slicked my skin and he groaned, his hand digging deeper into my ass. Encouraging me. His eyes held mine, greedy as he worked me and took his fill.
My body heated fast, a fire erupting along my core.The nerves there ignited, the orgasm hitting hard as I clenched around him. I screamed his name over and over as that ecstasy chased through me. He sucked and worked me until my rocking slowed, and I sagged forward, breathless and spent.
He shifted, banding his arms around my waist as he maneuvered us under the blankets and crushed me against his chest.
“So damn perfect,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my temple. “And mine. All fuckin’ mine.”
He was everything. He was there. And for the first time in forever, my life was good.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Xavier
I rolled my shoulders and chucked my phone onto the weight bench, trying to shove the text to the back of my mind.
Castillo: He’s out.
Shit. The reality of it—knowing my old man was free—made my gut torque. Something that only got worse when an email followed a few minutes later.
Xavier,
We should talk.
Dad
“Fuck him,” Alec snarled.
The gym walls were black, the floors gray. Dark, just like my damn mood.
