“Now,” I repeat.

“As you say, Mrs. Valente.”

I’m dripping wet.

His hands pull my dress all the way up my legs so that my panties are visible. Xavier visibly groans once he sees my lacy blue thong. I’ve made it a habit to wear my blue undergarments for him to rip off faster.

He looks up at me as if he’s in pain. “You had to wear those today!” He’s like a child whose candy has been taken away from him.

I smirk. “I was waiting for you to rip them off later.”

“Fuck later. I’m going to rip them off now.” I hear the material tear; I don’t care. Quite frankly, this was my intention when I bought them.

“You’re going to walk down that aisle with no underwear on, full of my cum dripping down your legs. No one will know except me and in a way, it’s going to be hell knowing that I can’t lick off the mixture of us both. But it’ll be so fun to see you squirm.”

This man and his dirty mouth make me shudder.

“Open your legs for me, Blondie.”

“Yes, Sunshine,” I reply, knowing he likes it when I’m verbal during sex.

I open them slowly so he can see the pink of the inside of my pussy. I like to drive him crazy. Ever since Xavier and I started having sex more frequently, I’ve started to feel like a goddess when around him.

I have no inhibitions. I’m vulnerable and I like to entice him.

He uses two of his fingers and spreads the lips of my cunt.

“Look how pretty. Are you ready for me to paint it?” A surge of lust creeps up my stomach at the thought of him claiming me with his cum.

“Yes,” I utter, knowing I’m just as into this as him.

Xavier unbuckles his belt with one hand, then pulls down his suit pants, followed by his boxers. His cock springs free and I can’t help but run my fingers over his tip as the cold air hits both of us.

We’re both exposed and ready.

I line him up with my entrance.

“Is my good girl needy?” he asks.

“I am, always for you,” I say before he enters me abruptly.

“Yes!” I whisper, knowing that the people outside could potentially hear us.

He moves in and out as I lie back on the wall with my legs open for this man.

Xavier grabs my thighs and lifts me up, looking for a new angle.

“Oh my God, keep doing that.” My eyes widen as he hits a spot that feels heavenly.

My head falls backward, thudding against the wall lightly.

“Look at you, Blondie, taking my cock so well. Do you want me to go faster?”

“Please.” I practically cry out for everyone to hear.

Xavier fastens one of his arms around the bottom of my thighs, holding me up and pushing me further into the wall. The straps of my dress have fallen, exposing my nipple to him, and he runs his tongue on my tit slowly.

Why is he so good at this?