Page 26 of Wrong Pucking Player

My hands are moving along her thighs, squeezing them briefly and feeling how she tries to press her thighs together.

The attempt fails cause I’m gripping her upper thighs to stay in place. I’m not letting her stop me from getting what I’ve dreamed of for fucking years. I don’t even care if I don’t get to fuck her in this room before we have to go back.

I just need a single taste of her, and I can make it through the rest of the night without losing my fucking mind.

Heck, I’ll make it through the entire week.

“Wyatt,” she whispers my name between kisses, encouraging me to give her one solid kiss before allowing us another chance to catch our breaths.

“You know how much I’ve missed these lips?” I dare to confess. My voice is barely audible, but I can’t help but talk as quietly as I can. No one is going to interrupt us until I get what I want.

Please my Xandra until she’s quivering from the work of my greedy tongue.

“How much I’ve missed you?”

I’m staring into her eyes next, watching the shock that shimmers in them.

Then it’s those ‘other’ feelings.

The emotions I don’t want to acknowledge right now.

The guilt. The uncertainty. The list of doubts and questions as if this can really work between us.

I want to live in this imaginary world and not worry about any of those things right now.

Just tonight, I want to pretend I’m the King of my Queen’s world.

A king who would kneel only for her and grant any request that brings her nothing but pleasure.

I’m hugging her before she can say a thing, my head nestled between her neck and shoulder. Kissing the side of her neck triggers a quiver that runs down her body, the tiniest moan escaping those plump, swollen lips.

I can listen to that sound every fucking day.

“Xandra,” I whisper. “I want a taste, Darling. Are you going to let me have a feast?” I can’t believe I’m asking, but there’s no going back now.

Kissing her shoulder, I lean back enough to see the way her whole face reddens at my request before she shyly glances to the side.

“Mackenzie.” My voice is so low, I can’t register it’s mine. I’m so damn impatient, it should be deemed sinful at this point, but my lips are desperate to eat.

Hungry and thirsty for the one thing I’ve been craving.

Some would say I can get pussy anywhere. They’re right, but they don’t know the power of Xandra’s pussy.

Her sweet taste, the sound of her whimpers and moans, and how she quivers and squeezes my head with those thick muscled thighs.

I’m a sucker for her and her only.

And she knows. She knows so well that I’m lost in only her orbit.

She glances back, noticing how I’m seeking her permission.

Yearning for it like a desperate lover.

I know when it’s all said and done, we’ll have to get back to reality outside these four walls, but fuck.

It feels good to be lost in the swirling warmth of our love for one another. Even if it’s an emotion from the past.

I watch as she bites her bottom lip and ever so slightly nods in approval.

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