Xavier Cold (Hard Knocks #2)(5)
To know he’s enjoying this kiss as much as I am makes my sex clench.
“I need you naked.” Xavier’s fingers find the hem of my shirt, his pinkie grazing the bare skin along my side, before he whips it over my head with more grace than should be allowed for such a big man. The pads of his fingers caress the mound of flesh spilling out of the cup of my bra before he reaches behind me and unhooks it with ease.
I expect him to work on removing the bra straps, but he instead grabs the backs of my thighs and picks me up. His long hair twists between my fingers as all the playfulness leaves his face, and things turn serious while his eyes search mine.
Xavier slowly rakes his teeth over his bottom lip in a deliberately sexy manner. “I love you so f*cking much, Anna. Don’t ever leave me.”
“Never.”
He presses his lips to mine, so tender that it almost feels hesitant. “You can stop me at any time.”
Before I can question what he means, a shriek escapes me as he tosses me onto the edge of the bed. I bounce against the mattress, and Xavier immediately climbs on top of me. He kisses me fiercely, and it’s obvious that our talking session is now over. He removes the white lacy fabric from my chest and then wraps his mouth around the taut pink flesh standing at full attention before him.
A tingle passes all the way down to my toes as he nibbles on one nipple and then moves on to the other. I tug his long hair as he works on popping the button of my jeans, and then he unzips them, like I’m a Christmas present he can’t wait to unwrap.
“I want to taste you,” he whispers against my skin before his tongue darts out and swirls around my nipple. “I want to suck your clit until you come all over my tongue.”
Oh my.
My stomach flutters as that dirty-talking mouth of his comes at me in full force, telling me exactly what he wants to do with me.
He drags my pants along with my panties over my hips, leaving me naked before him. The thing about being naked in front of Xavier is, I never feel like I’m being judged, only appreciated and admired. He takes a moment for his eyes to gaze over my nude flesh. He pulls his shirt over his head, making his hair look even sexier than before—if that’s even possible—and then he kicks off his boots before dropping his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, like he can’t stand them between us anymore.
He climbs back on top of me, and I writhe below him.
“I need a little taste, Anna. You’re going to come a lot tonight, and I won’t apologize for it, so I hope you meant what you said because there will be no holding back on my end.”
“Anything you want, take it. It’s all yours.”
Damn if he doesn’t know what to say to me to get me to agree to anything he wants.
A smile flashes across his face before he pushes off me, grabs my hips, and flips me onto my stomach without any warning. The next thing I know, my ass is being yanked up into the air, and Xavier’s tongue is drilling into my * from behind. My eyes roll back the moment the warmth of his mouth is on me. My legs instinctually open wider, giving him better access. He works my clit , driving me into a frenzy while his nose moves around my entrance, stimulating every inch of my folds. It doesn’t take long before I’m crumpling the sheets in my fists while I teeter on the brink of ecstasy.
“Oh God, Xavier, I’m coming already. Ohhhh!” The cry that comes out of me could rival the most seasoned porn star as an orgasm rips through me.
He’s never made me come that fast before. Usually, he takes his time with me, but tonight, he’s doing what he said he was going to do—ravage me.
He slows his assault down and licks me one final time before he turns me back over.
He crawls on top of me and kisses my lips, allowing me to taste myself on him. “See how good you are? So sweet. I’ll never have my fill of you.”
I cradle his cheek in my hand. “And I’ll never want you to. I want you—always.”
“Don’t worry. There’s no way you’re getting rid of me now. Like I told you before, this shit is f*cking permanent.”
“Good,” I whisper against his lips as he circles his hips to coat his cock in my wetness.
He finds my entrance with the tip of his stiff shaft and then thrusts his hips, slamming into me hard, balls deep. Another moan spills out of me as I call out his name and dig my nails into the flesh of his back. He pumps into me a few more times before he slips out of me and stands by the bed. His hands settle on my hips, and he yanks me to the edge before grabbing the base of his cock and ramming it back into me.
“Mmm . . . so f*cking tight. This * was made for me, and it’s all f*cking mine.” The way the words come out of his mouth with a slight growl in his voice causes my toes to curl.
It’s total caveman talk, but his possessiveness is such a turn-on. I love that he takes ownership of me.
A shiver of intense pleasure ripples down my spine as he continues to seek out his own release. This beast of a man before me is sexy as sin as his mouth drifts open while he uses my body to pleasure himself. My eyes roam down his chiseled chest before pausing on his abs, which are contoured to perfection, and then they move even further down to watch his cock work in and out of me.
He grunts as his tattoo-covered arms flex as he holds on to me. His penis slips out of me. Immediately, I miss his warmth, but it’s quickly replaced when he flips me over yet again and shoves my right leg up further on the bed, spreading me open further while I’m on all fours on the bed. He rubs his cock against my folds, and a long moan escapes from my mouth. I’m so ready for him.