Page 117 of Iris
Now I throb.
“He isn’t here now, though. So are you just going to stare?”
The corner of his mouth lifts.
Another deep throb so close to my memory of orgasm I want to melt.
I type back.
Miss Gardener would like to know what Mr. Scarsby intends to do.
Xavier
Do?
I nod. “Now.”
Xavier
This.
He dumps the mini and mine, and he stands, unbuckling his pants. Oh his cock is beautiful, thick. Gently curved. I’ve only seen them in those stolen moments of porn, but this is the best one ever. Well, okay, so is Killian’s but he isn’t here and right now, this one is the one I want.
I take him in my hand and lick a path up his length, his cock twitching and the sharp intake of breath sends shivers down through me. I lick the head and the pearl of precum.
I want to see how deep I can take him, if I can fit this man’s cock all the way in when he knots.
But as I go to suck him in, I hear him.
No.
Xavier takes me and pushes me down, spreads my thighs, and I’m not prepared for his onslaught, how slow and deliberate he is with each stroke of his tongue.
He sucks on my outer lips, then licks along them, pushing his tongue into me. I want his mouth on my clit. I want his cock.
You are mine. Ours. Fuck, you’re delicious. You taste so good, sweet, salt, and that magic Iris taste, something that haunts.
Oh god…those words, the light accent, the savage need.
Echoing in me.
I clutch at his head, fingers slipping over the stubble, and I’m suddenly winded as he moves one arm up, sweeping back mine to pin them over my head.
His gaze burns into me.
I don’t spank. Killian does. But I also know ways to punish, brat. Watch it.
The shiver that ripples through me is pure, unadulterated want.
Then he pushes two fingers into me. He hits home hard and the rough stretch and slam as he takes me steals my breath. Xavier doesn’t just hook his fingers to rub against that spot but he hooks something in my soul that makes me rock up into him.
“Fucking suck my clit, you ass.” I push the words out.
His laughter reverberates through me.Miss Gardener. Are you treating me as your servant?
“If it’s for this, yes. Do my bidding.” And something breaks because he’s pushed me to the edge, but he won’t take that final step. He’s letting the pressure linger, but I can’t fall and burst into wild pleasure without his mouth on my clit. “Please.”
Anything for you.
