Page 33 of Two days, One Pucking Night

He slows down. “Not yet, princess, I’m nowhere near done with you.” He pulls out and slowly slides inside me again.”You come when I tell you to come, you hear me?”

“Yess!”

“That’s it, princess.” Xavier’s pace is slow, deliberate, and purposeful. “Look at us, Sofia.”

I lower my head, watching as he slides in and out of me.

“Look how well you’re milking my cock.”

The sight of him atop me like this, my legs locked around his waist, drenched in sweat, his dick coated with my juices is electrifying, intoxicating. Maddening.

Xavier releases my hands. “Legs up, princess.” He taps my thighs.

I uncurl my legs around his waist.

“Good girl.”

Those words. Two simple words make the blood rush through my head in an arousing high.

“Legs on my shoulder,” he instructs, locking both of my legs together and placing them over his left shoulder.

I palm my breast, playing with my nipples, as he pulls out and slams back into me. My chest bounces at the impact, a strangled moan leaves my lips, and Xavier pins me with an accusatory stare.

He tilts his gaze in the direction of the rooms. "What would you do if your brother caught us like this, princess?” He separates my legs and spreads me open, placing a leg on each shoulder. “Why don’t we call him, baby?”

My eyes widen, and my heart pulsates. There is a madness in his eyes that tells me he is equally turned on by the idea of getting caught.

“No.”

“No? Your mouth says no, but your body says otherwise.”

“Xavier, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even pleading for.

“Look how your pussy tightens around my dick at the prospect of your brother catching us, princess.”

Before I can respond, he flips me around without separating our bodies.

“Ass up, head down, Sofia.” He slaps my ass, and I moan from the sensation of him filling me and the lingering sting of his hands. He swats both cheeks repeatedly.

“Xavier, please. I’m so close. I need to come. Please—”

“Not yet,” Xavier grunts.

He uses my wetness, trailing it up and down my ass with his fingers.

“You're so wet, Sofia. Fuck.”

His thumb circles my hole, slowly pushing its way inside. I release a low moan when he enters me. There is a moment of discomfort immediately followed by pleasure.

“That feels so good.”

Xavier continues, pulling his thumb in and out until I am a whimpering mess, begging for his dick.

He removes his thumb, and I immediately feel something against my ass slowly ease its way inside. I am so wet that his dick doesn't meet much of a resistance.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I am overcome by the fullness of him.

“Xav!”

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