Page 25 of Screwing With The Scrooge

“You want to be my good girl? To please me?” He asks.

“Oh god!” I gasp.

“You sucked my cock last night like a good girl. Swallowing me down so sweetly.”

“Xavier…”

“Getting on your knees for me so quickly, wrapping those bee-stung lips around me without me even having to ask. Yeah… you can be my good girl,” he says as his finger pushes in an inch.

I’m panting, already on the edge of an orgasm and he’s barely touching me.

“Please!” I beg, and I can hear the smile in his voice when he responds.

“Good girl. Beg me to make you come.”

“Xavier, please. I need you. Please, please, please make me come!”

I’m not sure when I started screaming. When Xavier’s mouth lands on me, I realize that I don’t care. We’re the only two houses down here, so it’s not like we’re going to be disturbing anyone.

Xavier’s tongue licks me and I shudder, twitching under him as he pins me in place. His finger sinks into me another inch and when his lips wrap around my clit, I come.

“Xavier!” I scream, my eyes closing as I have the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Good job, baby,” he praises, and I blink my eyes open, my vision hazy as he climbs up my body.

I reach for him, and he grabs my hand, pinning it back to the mattress.

“I need you,” he tells me, and I nod, spreading my legs wider.

The tip of his cock nudges against my dripping opening, and I look up into his dark eyes as he starts to push inside of me.

“Fuck. So damn tight,” he says between gritted teeth.

“You’re so big,” I pant, and he nods, sweat starting to dot on his brow.

“You can take me.”

I hook one leg around his waist, gasping as he sinks in another inch. My eyes flutter closed as he kisses me and then he’s thrusting into me fully.

“Oh!” I gasp, my eyes flying open.

Xavier is peppering kisses all over my face, telling me how amazing I feel and how perfect I am.

I feel so full, but it’s not necessarily a bad feeling. I clench around him, testing the new sensation, and Xavier curses, burying his face in my neck.

“Trying to make me come already,” he groans, and I bite back a smile.

“I need you to move,” I tell him, and he nods.

The first time his hips pull back and then push back in, I gasp. The second time, my hips rise to meet his. By the third time, I’m moaning and urging him to go harder and deeper.

“Olive, Olive, Olive,” Xavier chants, his gaze locked with mine.

I can feel my core clenching around him, another orgasm starting to grow inside of me.

“I’m close,” I tell him as he starts to pound into me.

“I know. I can feel this damn tight pussy trying to suck my come from me already. Such a greedy girl,” he says, and I almost come from his words alone.

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