Page 38 of Two days, One Pucking Night

His dick pulses in my fingertips, and the grunts he makes, coupled with the tight lines on his face, tell me he’s close.

“Not yet, Xav.” I pull out, and his face scrunches with disbelief, confusion, and hunger. “This isn’t about you. This is about you satisfying me. My needs. My pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, if you’re a good boy, I might make you come after.”

A mischievous smirk forms on Xavier’s lips. He’s enjoying me bossing him around.

I pull him into a kiss, my tongue exploring, tasting, and sucking. “No touching.” I pull back when his hands caress my ass.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself if—”

“If what?” I cock my head to the side, enjoying the back and forth.

“If you let me eat you out.”

“You offer a tough bargain, Xavier Woods. But I have a better idea.”

His hands are on the bed, his fingers tapping the sheets with barely controlled restraint. “I’m listening.”

“Since you talk so much-”

“This mouth has made miracles happen.” He chuckles.

“Miracles?” I try to hold back my laughter. “See what I mean? I can’t even finish my sentence.

“Making you squirt is one of the seven wonders.” He deadpans.

“Xavier.” I shake my head.

He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Go on. The floor is yours.”

“Since you talk so much, I should smother you.”

“You want to smother me?” He gasps with fake outrage.

“I want to sit on your face until you’re out of breath.”

“If this is my punishment for talking too much, then I’m never going to shut up, you know that, right? You’re always going to…”

He stops, allowing the unspoken time limit to fill the space between us. A truth neither of us can escape. A truth I’m not yet ready to face.

Xavier’s fingers lightly stroke my shoulders, returning me to the present. “What do you want?”

I don’t answer him. I remove my heels and push him onto the bed. Stepping atop the mattress, I walk around his tall frame and hover over his head so he knows I have no underwear on. I reach the headboard, grip it, and tilt my head back. “Come, I need to come.”

“Fuck, Sofia.” Xavier’s voice is gruff and needy. He spreads me wider, opening my legs so when his head touches the pillow, he is situated directly beneath my pussy.

“I need these fucking stockings off.” Before the words leave his mouth, he palms my ass ripping the fishnet tights in the center. “Sit on my face, Sofia.” He laps my clit with his tongue before I’ve even lowered my body. “Cut off all my air supply; I don’t care, just let me taste you.”

I drop to my knees, leaving enough space for him to fit his head between my legs.

Xavier’s hands are wrapped around my waist, pressing me down as his tongue connects with my clit. Pleasure rushes through my body, and I moan in response. He laps me up like a man who is starved and hasn’t eaten in days. I grip the headboard and begin grinding on his face, meeting the pace of his tongue.

“That’s it, Xav. Don’t stop.”

He grunts his response, tightening his hand around my waist, which stirs me even more. I press down my ass till I feel his nose dig into my pubic area.

I slide up and down, and the sensation makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“That’s it, Sofia. Ride my face. Leave your scent all over me.”

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