Page 28 of Miss Taken Identity

My heart’s pounding in my ears so loud I can barely hear the moaning sounds coming from me. Xander’s own animal sounds only increase the more he gently shifts the lace to one side. Exposing what it is he really wants.

“Mine,” he says to himself, as a matter of fact. Looking down at my pussy like it’s a precious jewel he’s about to pluck all for himself.

And I’m ripe for the plucking, whimpering his name now, my own hands clawing up at him as my body begs to be fucked by him.

Filled by him and claimed by him.

The panties and even the bra I chose are spared, but unfortunately, the dress isn’t.

With no time for zippers or buttons anymore, Xander’s huge hand grips my hip and holds me down gently while his other hand tears at the fabric, which rips off me like it was made to do just that.

His grin and my little squeak of pleasure all add to the feeling we’re sharing.

This is just meant to be.

We’re supposed to be together like this, and we’re going to be. Whether the world is ready for it or not.

“You can get another dress,” he growls, noting my slight pout as he tosses the pieces of it over his shoulder, moving onto the bed over the top of me.

The heat from his bobbing arousal slips against my rippling belly, instantly wet from the thick bead of his precome.

His tree-trunk arms, one on either side of me, are like steel girders, and tracing my hands up each one as I wriggle beneath him, I can’t help but feel anything except awe for how muscular, how strong he is.

Holding himself up without any effort, Xander drops his face closer to mine, and our mouths lock automatically.

I don’t know if he thinks he’s gonna crush me, but having him so close but so far is too much for me, and I hook my arms around his neck, pulling him on top of me.

Both of us begin groaning the moment our bodies connect, with his huge organ slipping between my legs as if it knows exactly where to go.

“You want this, then tell me you want it,” Xander whispers hoarsely, his eyes giving one last flash of that yearning I used to associate him with.

“I don’t want it, Xander,” I tell him. “I need it…Now give it to me… Pleeaassee…,” I beg him, feeling my chest squished up tight against his, each of his huge pecs flexing onto my soft breasts, massaging them both like giant hands.

His hands have moved down to my hips, which he takes time to caress. My legs lift as if they’re on strings, finding that snug space behind his body.

Both of us are a perfect knot of two souls about to join and never coming apart, but only coming together.

I only slip my hand off him long enough to save my new favorite bra, just in case he gets the feeling to tear things again.

His manhood is already prodding at my moist gates, the thin line of fabric between us easing to one side as he deftly moves into position.

“I need to be inside you right now, Chloe,” he grunts, and I can only nod.

I brace myself a little, a tiny bit afraid, but Xander’s touch, his eyes tell me he’ll be as gentle as a lamb.

“Gentle as a lamb,” I shiver aloud, making him smile as if we’re sharing the same thoughts.

Shifting his head so he can see down my body, our temples knock together, and we both laugh a little, but I can already feel just how big he is against my tight little entrance.

“We’ve got time,” Xander says in a low voice, meaning he’ll take as long as I need.

But somehow, I just know this is the moment. Almost like I’ve dreamed this before.

Reaching down, I suck air between my teeth as I grip him. “God, you’re on fire,” I gasp, his cock actually hot to the touch until I guide him to my opening and feel how much cooler he actually is than me.

I’m the one burning up, and it isn’t as bad as I thought as I start taking him in slowly.

He swears loudly, and I can feel the bedsheets on either side of me scrunching up as he balls his hands into fists on either side of me.

His head tilts back, and the light catches his face. I can see the look of total happiness I know he’s longed to feel.

Xander knows he’s meant to be mine forever.

After what feels like a marathon effort to get all the way inside, Xander makes a guilty face and murmurs that he’s barely inside me at all, and I gasp again as a wave of sweet-feeling convulsions ripple through me.

Expanding and contracting, he slowly slides his way in, inch by inch.

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