Page 24 of Screwing With The Scrooge

His fingers tilt my chin up so that he can devour me better, and I lean closer to him, wanting him to do just that.

My fingers go to his coat, and he unzips it impatiently, shrugging it off and letting it fall at his feet. I reach for the bottom of his Henley, and together we pull it over his head. He growls, not seeming to like that he had to stop kissing me and I hurry to tug off my coat and shirt.

His lips land on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands grip my ass and I gasp against his mouth as he lifts me.

“Bedroom?” He asks, and I point down the short hallway.

“Last door.”

He nods, taking off in that direction, and I tighten my legs around his waist. I kiss a path up his neck and he shudders as I tug his earlobe between my teeth.

“You drive me crazy,” he groans as we crash onto my bed.

“In a good way?” I ask, and he nods.

“In the best way.”

He kisses the swell of my breasts and my fingers thread through his hair, holding him close. I feel his fingers on the snap of my jeans, and then his hand pushes into my panties, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing over that special spot.

“Oh!” I gasp, and I feel Xavier smile against my chest.

I push at my jeans, needing more of him, and he stands, dragging the pants and my panties down my legs and tossing them over his shoulder.

“You too,” I tell him urgently, and he strips off the last of his clothes before he climbs back onto the bed.

“Need you,” he grunts, and I nod.

“I need you too.”

His lips find mine, and my hands slide over his back, pulling him closer. I want to feel his weight on me. I want to feel every inch of him against me, in me.

“Need to get you ready,” he says, and I smirk.

“Oh, I am. Trust me.”

He smiles, kissing me once more before he shifts lower.

“Okay, then I need your taste on my tongue the first time that I fuck you. Spread your legs, baby. Real wide.”

My core clenches at his dirty words, and I hurry to do as he orders.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I nearly come from hearing him say those words.

“New kink unlocked,” I mutter, and he glances up at me.

“What?” He asks, his thumbs spreading my pussy lips.

“I said new kink unlocked.”

He frowns, and I try to pay attention to the conversation as his fingers play with me, driving me wild.

“I liked you calling me a good girl,” I tell him breathlessly.

His eyes darken and heat and he gives me a wicked smile.

“Yeah?” He asks, and I nod frantically as one thick finger rubs over my opening.

He hooks just the tip of his finger inside of me and I whine, trying to clamp down around the digit.

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