Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(58)

pocket as he presses himself against me.

Knees bent so his cock lines with my core, he stands with his thighs on either side of mine,

trapping me in with his huge frame. Without a word he grips the sweetheart neckline of my dress and

pulls, tearing the material down to my belly button to reveal my breasts.

“Fuck,” I breathe, the word falling from my lips in desperation as he brings his mouth down on my

left nipple, sucking and nipping as I cry out with pleasure.

My thighs rub together, desperate for friction and release, as if sensing my need, Xander moves

back just enough to slip his hand between us. His mouth doesn’t stop as he runs his fingers up the

inside of my thighs again, only this time he snags the lace and pulls, feeling a bite of pain as the fabric

cuts into my hips letting the material scatter to the floor, exposing my center, before thrusting his

finger deep inside of me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, quickly adding a second finger as he peers up at me, but all I

can do is stare back, lost in the heat of the moment. My pussy tightens around his thick fingers, but as

soon as it does he retreats, leaving a sob to fall from my lips. “You come on my cock or not at all,” he

grinds out, unbuckling his jeans and revealing his thick length between us.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, staring down at his dick in awe as he rolls the condom over his length with

precision.

My skin is prickled with goosebumps from head to toe, my body tingling with an undercurrent of

almost painful need to feel him inside of me, and when he looks up, determination shining in his eyes,

I feel a sense of connection to him like I’ve never felt before. Something clicking into place that I

can’t explain, yet it fits together like a perfectly matched jigsaw piece.

Xander grabs me by the back of my thighs, keeping me pressed against the wall behind me as he

rolls the remainder of my dress up, and lines his cock up at my entrance. The cords in his neck tighten

as he stares me down, desperation clear in his eyes. “Don’t make me stop now,” he mutters, the

words barely audible.

“Do it,” I plead, and his hips snap forward at my words, his thick length hitting all the way inside

of me as pleasure zips through every inch of my body. We stare at each other with wide eyes, my chest

heaving with every breath as my body burns beneath the surface, desperate for more.

What the fuck is he doing to me?

Slowly retreating, he pulls out until only his tip remains, his eyes still fixed on mine before he

thrusts deep inside of me again, a cry falling from my lips.

He’s rough. He’s careless. He’s almost fucking feral as he fucks me into the wall again and again,

and I love every goddamn minute of it.

This is next level compared to any experience I’ve ever had before. I don’t know what it is,

we’ve barely interacted, yet the connection is incomparable.

His amber eyes burn brighter somehow, his pupils dilating rapidly before me as he places his

forehead on mine.

“More.”

The single word slips past my lips before I can catch it, but I have no control, it’s like my body

has taken over. I have no idea what more means, what else I need from this moment, but it seems

Xander does.

I can feel my climax bubbling beneath the surface, ready to shatter me into a million pieces with

or without my consent, but it’s like my body refuses to give into the pleasure until it gets exactly what

it wants.

“I have to. I have to. I have to,” he chants, holding me in place with one hand as he slips from my

core, grabs the condom with the other hand and tears it off, before slamming straight back into my

pussy.

“Ahh, fuck.” Tears prick my eyes as my brain and body battle. Electricity zings through every

fiber of my being, pleasure and relief washing over me as he pounds into me time and time again with

nothing between us. While my brain screams for the protection.

Every ridge, every vein, every inch of his cock drags along the walls of my pussy as I frown at

him, my mind momentarily takes over and overrules my body. “Condom.”

He shakes his head furiously, his jaw tight as he grips my thighs enough to mark and fucks me even

harder. “No. Nothing. This is exactly what was missing,” he growls, staring deep into my eyes, and I

can’t find the voice within me to argue back, because my body is singing because of his touch. My

mind, body, and soul agreeing with his statement when my words betray me.

The moment my mind accepts the rawness of this moment, my body gives in to the ecstasy clawing

at me, and just like that, I shatter. My pussy clenches around him as my arms suddenly fly out to my

sides, flat against the wall as I scream. In my sex-induced brain it almost looks like the light flickers

above us, mere seconds later it shatters, scattering glass around the room.

“Fuck,” Xander practically roars, his eyes almost yellow as his movements stutter and he

climaxes along with me.

Panting for breath, his cock still twitching inside of me, I feel like every molecule in my body is