Suddenly, Alexander knifed up to grab me under my pits, haul me up, and flip me onto my back on the bed so he could straddle my chest. I panted as his weight settled, his hot balls pooled between my breasts, and he fisted his cock so violently over my face, it instantly turned a florid purplish red.
“Do you want your Master’s cum?” he demanded in a voice like gravel under tires.
I shivered and parted my damp lips, my tongue aching for another taste of his seed.
“Please, please, please.”
“Should I come all over these fucking gorgeous breasts?” he asked as he reached one hand down to knead one tit and then moved to brush a thumb over my lower lip. “Or inside the wet, hot mouth?”
“Mouth, please, Master,” I begged, pumping my hips up, writhing against the need coursing through my body.
I was desperate, filled with an excess of energy with no outlet. One touch to my cunt and I would detonate.
Even watching Xan loom over me like a Viking plundering his female spoils made my pussy coil so tightly, I wondered if that would be enough to launch me into climax.
There was the thap, thap, thap of his fist over his flesh and the hard churn of air through both our open mouths and then he was groaning, head tipped to the sky, Adam’s apple a hard knot in his golden throat as he moaned his imminent release.
I swept my eyes over his glistening chest and latched them to his cock just in time to see the first long rope of his semen arch out and land half in my waiting mouth, half on my cheek. The hand not on his cock found my throat and collared it as he tipped his head down to watch himself paint cum across my face.
I waited until he was spent before licking the brine off my lips, and then Xan used his finger to scoop up the rest and feed it to me.
I wanted to beg for release, but I didn’t because no matter what I said, it wasn’t me with the power. And no matter how sexually frustrated I was, every single part of me loved that.
Xan looked down at me, tipping my chin up so that we locked eyes, and I read the absolute tenderness in his expression.
“I rarely dream, but when I do, I dream of two inevitable things. I dream of killing my father, but my beauty, I dream the most of you.” His voice was as soft as a feather floating down against my cheek and just as hauntingly beautiful. “Though, this is the first time that dreaming of you was not a nightmare because I knew when I woke, you would still be here.”
“Xan,” I breathed, pulling an arm from where it was pinned under his leg so I could cup his face. “Don’t make me cry.”
“You’re beautiful when you cry. In fact, you are the most beautiful creature on this earth,” he expressed solemnly. “I’m certain of it.”
I tipped my chin down to skirt his hand over my cheek and nuzzled it. “We’re well matched then because I’ve never seen a man more gorgeous than you.”
His smile was slight and self-deprecating, but he didn’t protest. “Get up now, my beauty. Let me make you breakfast.”
I tried not to pout, but from the twitch of his lips, I could tell I failed. I was still poised on the knife’s edge of release, my pussy so slick it made a wet noise as I followed Xan out of the bed. He ignored this.
In fact, he practically ignored me as he made us eggs and bacon flavoured with Italian herbs and goat cheese. As he worked on his phone while I picked up my forgotten Cleopatra biography and then as he took a phone call from Riddick about the state of Ashcroft, who was still being held prisoner and beaten daily for his crimes against us.
I was washing the dishes in the sink when Xan finally approached behind me, wrapping his big hands over my hips so my ass canted up against his groin. His nose pushed my hair out of the way so he could trail his warm lips over my throat before he said, “Is my poor little mouse still desperate to come?”
Instantly, my poorly banked lust flared to life, and I gyrated back against him. “Yes, Master.”
“Hands to the counter, feet apart. If you move a single inch, I will stop, topolina, so be good for your Master, and I’ll eat you until you come all over my tongue. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be aching for the rest of the day.”
And he made good on his promise, eating at my pussy and ass from behind me, propped up on his knees on the floor with his rough hands holding me open for his ravenous mouth. I came twice on his tongue and twice more around the punishing invasion of his cock, the last at the same time he flooded me with another load of his hot, sticky seed. He held me still with one hand as he pulled out and played a finger in my messy pussy, watching as our juice leaked slowly down my thigh before he smeared them as he loved to do across my entire sex.