Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
And we’re still here, still standing together anyway.
Somehow I manage to get the rest of the buttons on his shirt undone, and he hooks his fingers into the waist of my pants, pulling them down. I hold onto him as I kick off my shoes and step out of my remaining clothes.
I push his pants down, he kicks them off and pounces on me again, hands wrapping around my waist. My breasts heave in his face as he picks me up.
Wrapping my legs around him, I bend my arms and rake my fingers through his hair. Xavier moves us forward, pressing me against a large wooden box. We’re in the park. The tent isn’t locked, obviously. Anyone could just walk in and find us. But I don’t care. If Xavier stops, my body won’t be able to handle it.
Xavier drops to his knees, urging my legs apart. Starting at my calf, he kisses his way up my thighs, his touch getting rougher the closer he gets to my core. His fangs scrape over me, breaking my skin just enough for the tiniest bit of blood to rise to the surface. He licks it off and my breath quickens, heart close to beating right out of my chest. His lips settle on my lower abdomen, right above the elastic in my black panties.
With a devilish look in his eye, he glances at me for a second, and brings his mouth over me, breathing a tease through the fabric of my underwear. Closing my eyes, I bring my head back against the boxes behind me. Something inside rattles and falls over, but neither of us stop. Xavier slips his fingers around the side of my panties and brings them down.
My knees are already weak, and I feel like I might fall over. Somehow able to sense it, Xavier scoops me up and lays me down on the makeshift mattress in the middle of the tent. Wasting no time, he moves his head back between my legs and puts his mouth over my clit. I inhale sharply, eyes fluttering shut. He doesn’t stop until I coming, body writhing with pleasure against his face. I loudly moan, not caring if a passerby hears us. If they do, they’d just be jealous.
Once my body settles down, Xavier raises his head up, looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world. I’m so overcome with desire, to have him inside of me, despite the fact I just had an orgasm, I desperately reach for him, doing a terrible job of pulling his strong and muscular body onto mine.
He moves over top of me, holding himself up on his forearms, and I wrap my hand around his thick cock, licking my lips as I spread the bead of precum from the tip, using it to wet his shaft as I jerk him off. He groans, enjoying my touch for just a moment, and then grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. He moves to his side and brings my hand up over my head, and does the same with the other, holding them both with one hand, leaving his other free to continue touching me. Keeping both of my wrists locked in his grasp, he kisses me again and brings the other between my thighs, urging my legs open.
But he doesn’t touch my core. Instead, his fingers go to an almost healed bite wound on my thigh, and remembering him sinking his fangs into me and drinking my blood brings about another wave of pleasure. With slow, deliberate movements, he brings them up closer and closer. Inch by fucking inch until everything inside of me is screaming and begging to be touched.
He finds my clit and sweeps his fingers over it so lightly, teasing me. It’s as if this is a game to him and he’s seeing how long I can hold out before I grab his hips and bring him onto me, moving him between my legs and welcoming his cock.
“I need you,” I whisper, and those three words are all it takes for Xavier to move in a flurry, putting himself between my legs. But he doesn’t put his cock inside, leaving me aching with need.
“Patience, my little witch,” he growls and moves his hips so the tip of his cock rubs against my clit. I let out a breath as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. Fuck, he’s good, and he knows it. He’s had hundreds of years of practice and perfecting his every move. Plus the man has the willpower of a fucking god. And the cock of one too, and I look down, hardly able to see because he’s so close to me.
“You’re so fucking wet” he groans, rubbing his cock against me again but this time the tip just barely enters me.