Page 37 of Two days, One Pucking Night

I struggle to grasp the words, especially when I have no control over anything else in my life.

Xavier makes his way to me in three successive strides.

“Relax.” He pulls my back against his chest, turning me to face the bed. He is patient with me, dotting kisses on my neck and running his fingers against my arms in slow, steady strokes.

The rhythm and the feel of him ease my fears for a moment, and I lean into his chest, taking steady breaths.

“We don’t have to do this if you—”

“I want to … I need to,” I reply.

This. This moment. This need isn’t just about sex and pleasure. It’s about control. Exercising autonomy over my body and finding my voice - especially when it comes to my family. I know a singular experience won’t fix years of learned behavior, but I’m willing to try. With him.

“I’m all yours, princess. We will go at your pace. You do what feels comfortable and comes naturally to you.”

“I need your help.” Words I don’t think I’ve uttered since my Paw Paw died. I know this isn’t a need or obstacle I can conquer alone. I need him. His guidance. His patience and understanding.

“Anything for you, Sofia.”

“I just need some guidance.”

“Okay,” Xavier answers, a knowing glint in his eyes. He releases me and moves to the bed, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

His legs are stretched wide open, and his eyes are dark with need. “Come here.”

A thrill runs through me, from my chest to the tip of my head and the soles of my feet. I seductively stride toward him, allowing my hips to sway with each step.

“Like what you see?”

He pushes forward, stitching out his legs. I place my feet between his legs, my heels hovering over his dick. “Oh, I like. I like it a lot.” I love that even in a moment like this, there is a natural ease and flow between us, and we are able to laugh and enjoy each other’s company.

His words encourage me, filling me with a sense of pride and adrenaline. The securities from earlier draw further and further away. I press my heel between his legs and lower my head. My lips hover above his.

I lightly press my heels on the prominent outline of his dick. Xavier’s head falls back, and a low groan follows.

“What are we going to do with this big boy?” I apply a little more pressure. Running my hands through his exposed skin, I take him, admiring the tight planes of his body and the sense of power I feel at having this man, this giant, at my mercy.

“Why don’t you take him out and decide?”

“Maybe. I do want to see it. I want to see what belongs to me.” I lower my hands and rub his dick through the pants.

Xavier shivers, releasing a low groan. The sound shoots straight through my body. My nipples pebble, and liquid heat trails down my thighs.

“Do you want to come, Xav? Do you want my lips around your dick?”

A simple nod is his response.

With my feet, I keep the pressure, and my hands massage in a steady rhythm. When I feel him getting close, I remove my feet.

Xavier’s eyes shoot open.

“I need your pants off.”

Removing the buttons on his pants, Xavier raises his waist as I pull them down his legs, followed by his underwear. His dick springs out, upright, attentive.

“You want to come, Xav?” I’m still sprawled between his legs, hypnotized as he grips his dick, stroking it. An idea forms in my head, and I fall to my knees, giving him the illusion of control for a brief second.

I suck on his balls, my hands taking over stroking his dick. I keep my eyes locked on him as I do, making sure he sees how much his pleasure turns me on.

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