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Was I ready for that?

There was just something about imagining what it would be like to be with a man like him.

It would be like nothing I had with Rhett, who had fumbled his way in the dark and hadn’t known what he was doing.

We were each other’s first, and though I hadn’t expected much that first time around, I had expected more than two measly pumps before he exploded.

It hadn’t been a very satisfying experience all around.

Something told me it wasn’t going to be that way with Xavier.

My hand moved up to cup my breast as I imagined Xavier doing it.

His hands were huge, and I was sure he would cover me whole.

And he wouldn’t be gentle about it.

There was something rough and exciting about him that told me he would be that way, even in the bedroom.

He would dominate me, tell me what to do, how to please him as he pleased me.

I kicked my shoes off, my hands drifting downwards. Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled down the zipper.

My sex clenched at the feel of the zipper against my mound, and I gasped slightly.

How would he react to seeing me naked for the first time?

Would he like it?

I pulled off my jeans, throwing them on the floor.

My underwear came off next. The cool air teased the exposed skin as I spread my legs, imagining him in the room with me, standing there and watching as I stripped off my clothes.

I sat up, pulled off my shirt and bra, and dropped back down on the bed.

My back arched as I cupped myself, closing my eyes.

I was wet.

Would he want to taste me?

More wetness gushed out at the thought of him kissing his way down my body, spreading my legs and letting them rest on his shoulders just as he buried his face between them.

His calloused fingers would glide aimlessly across my skin, causing goosebumps to form.

My head tilted back as I used my other hand to pinch my nipple, letting my fingers move roughly, quickly across my slit until I found my clit.

I let out a loud moan as I rubbed the bundle of nerves over and over again, feeling a slight tremor that rocked my body, telling me I was close…

So close.

I shut my eyes, and Xavier’s face popped in, the way he would look after he’d eaten me out, his lips glistening, and he would shoot that arrogant smirk of his…

“Oh, God. Xavier!”

I plunged off the cliff with a boom.

My hand moved faster, trying to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible. My mind focused intently on the image I had created of him.

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