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“Yes. More than anything,” I moan.
“Dirty girl, gripping me so tight. If you want more, then you’ll have to beg.”
“Please, Xero,” I murmur. “Give me your cock.”
He pulls back with a wicked smile. “Since you asked so prettily, then take what you need.”
NINETY-THREE
XERO
I want to lose myself in Amethyst’s sweet cunt, forget the world exists. But after the shit I put her through during that drug-fueled rampage, I’m in no position to push. She needs to set the pace. Take control.
Amethyst scrambles onto my lap, her delicate hands pushing on my chest. I lean against the wall, gazing down at my reason for living. With her cheeks flushed, her full lips parted, and wet curls framing her face like a dark crown, she looks more goddess than ghost.
I grab my shaft by the base, positioning it at her entrance. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, and she takes a deep breath before lowering herself onto my crown. She inches down, taking me in at an agonizing pace, her tight heat swallowing my cock. Groaning, I throw my head back against the wall and fight the urge to thrust.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” I growl through panting breaths.
Lips curving into a smile, she digs her nails into my shoulders. I hiss at the biting sting, which contrasts with thepleasure of her muscles pulsing and squeezing like they want to milk me of every drop of cum.
Once she’s fully engulfed my shaft, she pauses, her chest heaving as her walls adjust to my girth. The hands on my shoulders tremble in time with my shallowing breaths. The feel of her tight heat enveloping my cock is almost too much to bear.
I cup her full, round breasts, and trace my thumbs over her thick nipples, only for that sweet cunt to clamp even harder.
A strangled groan tears from my throat. My hips buck, making her moan.
“Please,” I groan, my voice thick with need.
“Tell me what you want, Xero,” she murmurs.
“Ride my cock. Take what you need. It’s yours.”
Her pretty face lights up with a wicked grin. She rises, letting my length slide almost completely out of her cunt. Just when I think she’ll leave me aching, she slams down, forcing me to exhale a guttural groan.
“Oh God,” I hiss, my hands finding her hips, my fingers tightening around her soft flesh.
“Oh, goddess, you mean?” she says, her voice light with amusement.
“Yes,” I say through gasping breaths. “Make me come, little ghost. Ride me until I fall apart. Make me your cock slave.”
Her eyes sparkle with triumph. “I didn’t know you could be submissive.”
“Only for you, baby,” I say, meaning every word. “You hold the power over my soul.”
At my declaration, she rolls her hips. Slowly at first, with movements as fluid as a dancer’s. My breath hitches. Having her here is more exhilarating than I imagined from the videos she sent of herself taking my dildo while I was in prison. The crushing warmth of her pussy enveloping my cock far surpasses my hand, which was all I had in those days.
She’s all around me—in my mouth, on my lap, in my nostrils, around my cock. Her breasts bounce as she picks up the pace, her nipples brushing against my chest.
Her hands roam over my shoulders, tracing the lines of my muscles. Each stroke is purposeful, driving me to the brink of insanity with the slow, drawn-out torture of her movements.
But I don’t break, and I don’t buck into her, no matter what the voices in my head demand. Instead, I let her keep control. Her rhythm is erratic, yet maddeningly perfect. Each rise and fall of her hips delivers pulses of pleasure that drive me wild.
“Good girl,” I groan. “You’re taking my cock so well.”
She shivers and gasps, her rhythm quickening, her moans becoming more urgent. Our lips meet and I swallow the sound of her pleasure.
“Xero,” she moans into the kiss. “I’m going to come again.”
