Page 64 of Xander
Oh, my stars.
He looked at me, and chuckled, “You like that?”
I nodded, “Oh yeah.”
I eyed the entryway and the shiplap that needed a little tender loving care as I walked past it and looked up.
Hanging there above the entryway was a seven-prong chandelier.
The kind that had black wrought iron rungs.
It was gorgeous.
And above, where the lights would be, were smaller lantern-style cages.
In every room, the living room, the den, the dining room, they all had the same chandelier.
The kitchen... well... there was nothing to it.
The cabinets had been ripped out.
But if you focused, you could see the potential.
The flooring in the kitchen was the black and white checkered style flooring.
What do you think?” he asked.
I talked before I thought better of it, “A farmhouse style sink, dark washed cabinets, marble countertops, grey back splash with white and gold accents.”
I felt his eyes on me.
I looked at him, then he winked, “Like that.”
And when I caught sight of that little alcove, I breathed in a sigh.
Because on either side of the window were built-in bookcases. Perfect. Totally, absolutely, perfect.
He moved into me and said, “Care to break this room in for me?”
I got a tingle between my legs, and then I nodded.
I kicked off my flip-flops and he grinned, and then... he moved.
He had my pants off my legs, his pants lowered, my back pressed against the window, my legs around his hips, my hands bracing on the glass.
And then he slammed his cock inside of me.
Twisting his hips as he moved.
I moved to close my eyes at the feel of him.
The way my pussy stretched.
But instead, he growled, “Eyes.”
I gave him my eyes.
And the heat in those caramel-colored eyes of his set my body on fire.
